Pinky Promise--Taekook

Leave me alone

I walked back to class in a daze. I didn't know what to do with myself. I walked into class; my mind absolutely blank as I walked past Ms. Jung who snapped at me. But I couldn't really hear her. I sat dwon quietly, I felt people staring at me. 

He was dead. 

MONI:

M: None of us are at school. 

M: If you stay, I'll see you at lunch. He wanted you to have something. 

I flipped over my phone, my hand shaking. 

No, he couldn't be dead. How was he dead? Why did he do it? Because we fought? Because of me? My mind raced while my hands continued to shake, I covered my eyes, taking a deep breath. But it didn't seem to help much.

It was because of me. He felt Id didn't care for him anymore, that he'd hurt me. He thought he kept hurting me and was tired of hurting people. He thought I was all he had. That's what he'd thought.  But it wasn't true. 

How could I have just left him there? I should've stayed and sorted everything out. I should've helped him. 

But I didn't 

Bang. 

Ms. Jung slams her ruler on my desk. I looked up at her from my hands. she saw my face and knew something was wrong. I felt tears falling down my face. But I couldn't stop it, I didn't even realize I was crying. 

"Paying attention?"

"Yes ma'am" My voice breaks. 

"Do you need to leave the class?" She inquires, her tone softer than normal. I feel all eyes on me. Fuck, I didn't want to cry in school. 

"Yes ma'am" I stand up, shaking I glance at Taehyung, who was watching with wide eyes and brushed past him, leaving the class. I hear people whisper as I walk past. What was the arrogant trouble-making kid doing crying in class? Or maybe they all knew why. Either way, they'd have something to talk about. 

He was dead. 

No, he couldn't be dead. I crouched on the ground outside the class and leaned against the wall. I pulled out my phone with trembling hands. I blink back tears, messily opening my phone. 

I call him, but it goes to voice mail. 

"Jungkook, are you alright?" Someone sounds concerned about me. Why were they concerned? Couldn't they just fuck off? He wasn't dead. I knew he wasn't. He couldn't be. 

But I looked up anyway, seeing Mr. Choi surrounded by curious teachers and nosy students. I had an audience. I wiped my eyes, why was I still crying?

"Can-can I go home?" I looked at him. 

"Here, come to my office." He pulled me up by the elbow. I stumbled, seeing students peeking through the windows and peeking outdoors. 

We got to the vacant teacher's office. He sits me in his chair, turning me towards him and crouching in front of me like I was a five-year-old. "Did soemthing happen, Jungkook?" He asks. I nodded while rubbing ym eyes. 

He was dead., 

"Did Changbin hurt you?"

"No--" my voice cracks and I hide my face in my hands as i shake my head. 

"Should I call your parents?" 

"I don't have parents" I scoff, btiing my lip and looking away. 

"Oh--" He gets up and looks through a school book. I looked at my phone. Yoongi hadn't responded. 

MONI: 

M: you ok?

M: I don't think you should be alone right now

MINI:

M: Hey, I know we're all going through a hard time right now but I'm always here if you need ot talk. 

I throw my phone across the room. 

Mr. Choi looks at me, eyes wide. "Jungkook? What is it? Are you being bullied? Oh--" He raises his phoen to his ear, soemoen had picked up apparently. I watch him for a moment. 

I get up. I didn't want to go home. I grabbed my phone quickly, my hands still shaking. 

"Jungkook!" He calls. 

I run out of school. I keep runing, tears falling donw my cheeks non stop. I didn't knwo where I was oging. I didn't care. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. 

I stumbled into the woods, finding myself at a place we sed to meet at all the time. The abandoedn pool. I flop on the matress in the middle of the pool, sobbing. 

He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. How could the beautiful, snarky, mint-haired boy be dead? 

You killed him. 

I killed him. 

It's my fault. 

Pretty Tae Tae:

T: You ok? The teachers are freaking out. 

MONI:

M: Where are you?

WWH:

W: YAH

W: WHERE ARE YOU

W: YOU LITTLE SHIT

W: LET US LOVE YOU

W: IM HUNTING YOU DOWN

W: I'M GOING TO HUG U

I turn off my location and close my eyes. 

"Bunny?" 

I open my eyes, the rough mattress fabric scratching my skin. I sit up. I see Yoongi standing before me. He has his stupid gummy smile on his face and the denim jacket from the last time I saw him. I jumped up and hugged him. 

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. "I'm so sorry" I mumbled into his neck, taking in him. His scent, his feeling. I run my hand through his hair. He felt familiar, he felt like hiraeth. 

"It's ok bunny" He hugs me int he way he had a million times. But I wouldn't get to do it again. Ever. "It'll be ok."

"Jungkook-ah!" a voice yells. I open my eyes and I see Jin hyung above me. He pulls me up, enveloping me in a tight hug. "I knew I'd find you! I'm not leaving you!" he exclaims and holds me tightly. 

"...Jin?" I say. 

"don't worry kook, I've got you" He pats my head. I break down crying, holding him tight. 

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"Come on, Jungkook" Jin untangles himself from me after I'd calmed down a bit. "Come on, the others have been looking for you as well."

I then got pulled along through the forest. It starts to rain while we walked through the woods. We exited the forest and entered the train yard. I wasn't really paying attention, I let Jin pull me along. Jin pulled me up to Namjoon's house. 

"There you are. You scared us" Namjoon hugs me. 

It was just the five of us now. 

no. 

"Here" Namjoon handed me an envelope. I didn't open it. 

"Can I leave now?" I ask, I feel their concerned looks, but I didn't want them to see me like this. 

"Jk...." Jimin walks up to me as well, his eyes looked pained, and I could see he'd been crying. they'd all been crying. "I'm so sorry" He hugs me. 

"I-I--" I push him away. "I have to go" I walked quickly out of the storage container. I pulled on my hood even though I was already soaked and walk off. 

My phone was buzzing non-stop now. I shut it off as I wander the streets. The sun was setting by now and I didn't want to go home.