Innocence

Day 46 - Trial

A/N: So the media above is roughly how I envisioned Jungkook. Managed to find a pretty good edit even tho it's kinda crooked. Oh well. Sorry if this chapter isn't very well done. I'm down with fever. Well enjoy~

"Good morning, baby!" Jungkook greeted me as he made his way to the counter to start brewing coffee for the both of us.

"Morning" I replied in a flat tone. I still couldn't get over the image of the tattoo. Nevertheless, I try to absorb in as many positive thoughts in my alien-like brain and squeeze out all the negative.

After a good five minutes, he poured coffee in our personal mugs. He sat down at the couch beside me, his eyebrow creased as he looked at me.

"Hey everything okay?" I ignored his question. My eyes never leaving the newspaper, flipping over to the next page. "Taehyung, talk to me. You even slept at the couch yesterday"

Still, I stayed silent. I took out the paper I
secretly kept and shove it to his face. "I've been looking everywhere for this. Why did you hide it from me?" His tone raised.

"Are you the one?" I straightforwardly asked.

"What are you trying to say?" He took quick glances to the paper and then to me. "You think I'm the killer?"

Avoiding eye contact, I nodded.

"Ahh so this is what it's all about?" He leaned back on the couch "No is the answer"

I was unconvinced. "Okay" was my cold response. "You don't believe me, don't you? Well let me prove it. Yes I've a tattoo but I'm not as tall as the description states so and since when am I interested to enter a brothel?"

As much as I hate to admit it, he's right plus he wasn't at a legal age to enter a brothel. I'm sure that tattoo has a back story so I decided to ask him about it before jumping into conclusions.

"What does the tattoo represent? Is there a specific reason you did it?" He moved closer and begin talking. "So here's my story..."

It all started when I was in high school. I was an introvert. I don't have a large group of friends. I hated big crowds. I love my space you know. I thought being an introvert won't attract anybody's attention but surprisingly it did for me.

Being a transfer student, there's usually it's pros and cons. Well, the pros is the teachers love me. The cons is I constantly get bullied by the school jocks. I have no idea why. Maybe it's because I attracted ladies like a magnet, I didn't approach them, it's vice versa.

Everyday there'll be different colored sticky notes from various girls. Some anonymous, some had no shame. Can you believe they want me to have sex with them? No thanks. I'm gay and I was proud of it. That's when it gotten worse. Rumors spread around campus that I'm homosexual and people started to make fun of me.

From that point forward, instead of receiving lovely sticky notes or gifts, my locker would be filled with gooey tissue paper and a pornographic sticker of two men having sexual intercourse. Believe it or not, they even stuffed a dildo in my locker.

I felt humiliated. Like why am I their only target? I'm not the only gay at this campus. I felt infuriated as the bullying continued even after I've confided to the school head. I figured I had to do something to make me feel superior.

I decided to join a gang. I mean come on, at the age of 15, you tend be naive. The leader of the group was highly respected by the students on campus, not because he's intimidating. The sole reason is because his parents own the school therefore he has the authority to kick out anyone he wants with a snap. Without any second thoughts, he allowed me to be part of their group but with one condition.