Part of a Dangerous Gang: Skool Luv Affair (Jungkook love story) (Book 1)

A Date At the Carnival

[5 months later]

It's been five months. I finally moved out last week into my own apartment. It felt. . . Lonely. Of course I was lonely, I spent five months with those idiots. I giggled to myself as I remembered their silly, goofy actions. I made some friends at school. Grayson, who was Jin's best friend, Bambam, Mark, JB, Youngjae, Jinyoung, Yugyeom, and Jackson. They were also a dangerous gang to others, but they were just like BTS. They weren't that dangerous to me. My phone rang.

Ring!

Ring!

R-

I picked up my phone and pressed the green button to accept the call with my thumb. "Hello?" I spoke.

"Hi, Scarlet." A voice spoke. Grayson.

"Oh, hey Grayson." I answered again. "So, why'd you call me?"

"O-Oh. . . I was w-wondering i-if you wanted to go on a d-date with me. . ." He suddenly turned nervous. I giggled at his nervousness. I'll give him a chance, but I won't give him my first kiss. Never. I won't cry over a guy. Not again. The first two relationships I was in used me as an object.

"Sure! When?" I agreed. I heard him gulp and I rolled my eyes.

"How about tonight if you're free? There's a carnival tonight." Grayson suddenly gained all of his confidence back.

"Um. . . Sure." I shrugged. I then scolded myself for shrugging, since he couldn't see me.

"Alright! See you then!" He happily, and excitedly, yelled into the phone. I hanged up and buried my face into my palms. My ears. . .

"I might regret this already." I grumbled under my breath. Of course, being myself, I walked to the bathroom. I stared at the razor sitting beside the faucet. I stared at the dried crimson red blood on the object. I tugged my sleeves down lower to hide my arms. I can't do it today. "Don't. . ." I breathed out. Walking out, I slid down the wall. I finally let myself grieve for my family by crying, cutting, writing what I feel about myself on sheets of paper, and the worst was not eating. I loved food, but my family was gone. I felt the tears slip out of my eyes and slither down my cheeks.

"Eomma! Appa! I made the necklaces just for you!"

I miss them.

"Hey! Stop tickling me!"

I hate my life.

"Eomma! I have a crush!"

Now I can hardly trust a guy.

"Appa? Why is eomma crying?"

I never found out.

"Stop tickling me, guys! Please!"

Never have I liked tickles since.

"I love you two so much!"

I want them back. That's all.

"Appa? Why does eomma have bruises?"

I know because someone at work slapped her when she didn't do something right.

"Eomma? Why is a girl with daddy?"

He was drunk. A stupid, drunk mistake.

"Eomma. . ."

I remembered her red, puffy eyes as I noticed blood-shot in them. I remember how she was forcing herself to work and smile for her child.

"Admit that I did this! I am the reason why you can't be happy!"