Not my type

'forging paths'

"Darn, what was the need for being Spiderman?" She facepalmed herself after hearing the whole story, which Aerin told her as soon as she got home.

"What else should I have done? He was getting bullied!" She said, sitting on the chair and holding a cushion.

"As if he hadn't bullied almost every poor guy," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, that's it! You know what? He's insane, a psychopathic idiot."

"Whoa, so much hate towards him? But why?" She frowned and looked at her.

"What do you mean 'why,' Layla? Isn't being psychopathic enough?" She said in an obvious tone.

"But Jungkook doesn't deserve this much hate, especially from someone who has never seen his real self. You never know what problems the person might be facing to do such things. See, I'm not supporting his behavior, but you were no less than him. You are judging a person based on what your stupid friends rumored," she shook her head and said.

"Hey, I had every right to hate him because he cheated on my friend."

"Your friend named something like Yujin? How can you trust someone like her who faked her birthday for attention? And her real name is Si-yuh, sike, such a fake person."

"I don't think someone would lie about being harassed by some man, and why would she do that? No girl in this world would want this! If I were in her place, I would have never endured this kind of treatment!"

"Exactly, Aerin, why would someone do that? And in fact, she had forgiven him for his mistakes, which you, I, or anybody else could never!"

"Yes, she has so much patience."

"So dumb you are."

"I don't have reasons for not hating him."

"One day he will find reasons for not hating you," she mumbled to herself but enough for Aerin's sharp ear to hear that.

"I am not even dying for his forgiveness."

"What...? You heard that?"

"Of course I ain't deaf."

"Fine, go and freshen up. I will make something for you to eat, hm?" she nodded and got up from her chair.

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"Sir, you are so drunk, please leave."

"F**KIN DO AS I TOLD YOU... TO," his voice cracked but showed so much rage. The bartender, who was scared, looked at his unconscious state and got worried. He tried to call someone, and they waited a few minutes until someone arrived.

And there he was...

"It seems things turned out as we anticipated," Taehyung remarked with a sigh as he observed Jungkook sitting amidst shattered glass bottles, his eyes red from exhaustion. Despite Taehyung's offer of assistance, Jungkook stubbornly refused.

"Jungkook!!!! Enough!!!" He finally yelled at him out of frustration, but he didn't care enough and again took a gulp from his bottle, leaning towards the wall.

"Mr. Kang, I need your help." As Taehyung turned to Mr. Kang, a towering figure with a muscular body. With a mere nod, Mr. Kang transformed into a pillar of strength, kneeling before Jungkook. Despite Jungkook's protestations, Mr. Kang's sturdy grip prevailed, guiding him with gentleness towards the exit. He kept yelling at them, but they successfully made him sit in the vehicle. Taehyung guided him about Jungkook, who was still struggling to get out of the car but failed as he was not sober enough. Mr. Kang nodded and drove off.