The Perfect Secret (Complete)

Chapter 20

Last night was beyond crazy. I couldn't get it out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I came home, in the middle of the night, with Ri's blood all over my shirt and skin. As I hit the shower, Jimin stood in the bathroom and questioned the hell out of me about everything. 

"JungKook please," Jimin would beg, "At least tell me if Hobi is ok."

He desperately wanted to know what had happened but, I refused to tell him. Asking about Hoseok every five seconds was no damn help either, especially after witnessing a side of him that I didn't want to see. Jimin and I had even got into a silly fight because I just couldn't bring myself to tell it all. He didn't need to know what I saw and I wished that I hadn't either.

Jimin followed me into my bedroom, thinking that I would cave in if he kissed me. Jimin even tried to suck the details out of me. Not even sex could keep my mind off of what happened. I was worried that something was going to happen to poor Ri. I hardly slept, due to constantly texting and calling Namjoon or Hoseok, to make sure Ri was okay.

"He's resting on the floor," was the last thing Namjoon told me before I dozed off.

I went to school, a few hours later, feeling and probably looking like crap. I was surprised to had even dressed properly for someone who was half asleep. I wasn't in the mood to deal with Jimin and his friends so, I decided to ditch him as soon as we walked into school. As I unconsciously walked the halls, making my way to my locker, I was feeling sick to my stomach. I kept seeing Hoseok slapping Ri with the bolt cutters, over and over.

I felt my mouth getting watery, the more I saw the gushing of blood and hearing Ri's terrifying scream when his finger was severed. I bolted for the nearest restroom, pushing students out of my way while I felt something swimming up my throat. Making it to a stall in time, I vomited quite a bit, accidentally getting some all over the toilet seat.

"Oh god," I exhaled sharply, "What have I got myself into?"

Dragging my feet against the dirty floors, I headed for the sink. I rinsed off my face with chilling cold water as I tried to slowed my breathing. Entering the restroom, two guys stopped and stared at me as they walked inside.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I sharply asked.

One of them scoffed and snarled, "You've got shit on your shirt, loser."

"Yea. Clean yourself off," his friend chuckled.

I shook my head as I cringed at the chunks on my collar. While I began wiping off the vomit, someone else had entered the restroom. Ignoring the person, I looked at the time, on my watch.

"Shit. I only have four minutes left!" I whispered to myself.

"You need to get to class, quick, then," a deep voice spoke from behind me, "isn't your first block on the other side of school?"

Looking up, into the mirror, I saw Choi standing right behind me with his arms folded.

"Leave me alone," I growled.

While throwing the wet napkins into the wastebin, I grabbed my bag with a huff. My collar was still a bit stained with vomit but I headed out of the restroom anyway. Trying to beat the clock I ran to my locker, nearly tripping over my untied shoe laces. I threw my things into the locker, messily, while cursing to myself.

"Are you going to ignore me now?" Choi asked me, "Look, I'm sorry for not telling you that I was involved with Namjoon's-"

"I don't give a damn," I interrupted, "I want no relationship with you in school and out."

Choi sighed, "That's gonna be hard being that-"

"It was just a one time thing for me, ok? I'm not going back tonight," I slammed my locker, "Just make sure that Ri makes it out alive."