BIPOLAR ( VKOOK ) // COMPLETED

CHAPTER 7

JUNG KOOK P.O.V

I did not sleep for the whole night , I just sat on the bed , back leaning against the cold wall . My mind was recounting the events over and over again , like a broken tape recorder . It gets faded every time it replays , merged with the people I killed before .

I looked at my bed , the blanket was pushed all the way to the foot of the bed and pictures of my mother and my family was scattered on my bed . Some were crumpled , some were stained with red liquid and some were torn.

"Mom..." I mumbled , tearing up . I reached out and picked up her picture . "I missed you..."

"I am sorry ..." I muttered , choking back tears . "I wasn't the son you wanted ..."

I threw the picture away and laid down on the bed , I was wide awake , my body was full of energy for some odd reason . I stared at the ceiling above me , darkness engulfing my body as time passed by . The slow ticking of the clock beside me was monotonous , it was driving me into insanity by the second .

I got out of bed , dragging my feet with me . I went to the bathroom and turned on the lights of the bathroom . I glared at the reflection in the mirror . The boy in the mirror was a monster , with messy hair sticking out in every direction possible , eye bags under eyes and dangerous eyes .

I splashed my face with the freezing water from my sink . Trying to wake myself up from the nightmare , I looked up at the mirror again , my hair matted on my forehead , water droplets visible on my face .

I went back to my room and threw on my uniform , I did not know why was I going back to school at 3 am in the morning , but I had nowhere to go right now . I looked down on my hands and knees , the cuts were getting infected , the bleeding hasn't stopped . I quickly dressed for school and grabbed my school bag .

I went to the dark living room and went out for school . I did not really care for what the passersby would say , I was bored and I had nothing to do . Might as well use my time to study for my upcoming tests .

~~~~~~TIME SKIP!~~~~~~

I managed to sneak into to school without being caught , though I need to suffer the consequence of having another deep cut on my right hand I cursed but did not bother to wash and bandage it . I crashed onto my chair and saw an empty table situated beside me . I rolled my eyes at the empty table as it was stuffed with baby pink and blue notes and sweets . I got back to studying and bought a can of ice cold coffee from the vending machine to keep my hyperactive and awake .

I have forgotten about time as when I looked up at the clock , it was 6.00 am in the morning. I sighed and shook my head , returning to my books .

I was going to take down more notes when someone ruffled my hair . My head shot up , raising my hand to slap that person to dared to disturb me . I noticed the hyperactive brunette I knew and another boy with red hair .

"Morning , Jung kook ! " Hoseok waved .

"Hey ," I replied , flatly .

"Why the long face ?" The red head asked , smiling at me .

"Nothing , I am just tired . " I quickly made up an excuse and looked down again . I realized my hand was bleeding uncontrollably onto my notes and I quickly retracted my hand .

"OH MY GOD ! " Hosoek half-screamed , taking a look at my hands , he looked at me , his eyes conveying a message to me .

You went killing again, didn't you ? His eyes said .

I broke our eye contact as the red head seemed uncomfortable and went back to his seat at the back of our class .

I don't now what to do with you anymore . Ｈis eyes said again . I pulled my hands away and was immediately pulled backward by my shoulder . I whipped my head around and saw Kim Taehyung .

"What are you doing here ?" I hissed , swatted his warm hands away .

"You didn't know ? He is the transferred student." Hosoek explained , placing his bag on his table .

"I don't . " I said coldly .

"Hey , let me check that , " Taehyung offered , taking my hand and sat beside me , I assumed that that was his table as he placed his bag on the table and took out some plasters and ointment from the small pocket this bag .

He took my hand and I noticed a small frown from his . I winced in pain as he applied the ointment on my injured hands . 

"Ow..." I mumbled as he pressed a little too hard .

"Sorry ," he whispered .

He pastes the plasters on my cuts and went to my next hand .

"I didn't know that you will be injured that bad . What did you do ? Get into a massive gang fight ?" He mocked . " I thought you were the Class Pres?"

"Shut up , I just fell . " I retorted his questions, kicking him in the shin to shut him up . He jokingly grabbed his uniform and acted really hurt . A playful smirk crept onto his lips , his soft and warm hands touching my cold ones .

"You need to wear more clothing , Jung kook . " He chided , shifting in his seat and pulled me into an embrace .

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." Hoseok and the red head beside him cooed as they saw what Taehyung was doing . I tugged at his sleeves shyly and he pulled me into the embrace tighter .

"Off."

"Get off." I growled .

"But you are cold . How about I warm you up a little . " He whispered , I could feel his hot breath brushing at my ear . I gulped and tried to escape from his grasp as I felt uncomfortable but he kept holding onto me .

"Go away . " I mumbled , he was fazed for a moment and I crawled out of his embrace and went back to my seat .

My worth doesn't worth your care .

All I have is misfortune and guilt .