Sinners, Saints & Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 4

-Bleachers-

Jimin pulled me away from the chaotic hallway and led me outside the school, where the air was fresh and calming. My heart raced in my chest, and a whirlwind of emotions swirled within me—anger, betrayal, and a hint of sadness. Leaning against the wall, I focused on steadying my breathing.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, defeated.

"Skipping," Jimin replied simply.

"But—" I paused, desperately searching for a better excuse than "I don't want to." "I have... math."

Great. Very creative. That will definitely convince him to let me go.

The truth was, I really wanted to be alone right now. I felt confused and overwhelmed, and Jimin's presence wasn't helping matters.

"Jimin, I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it," I muttered, hoping he would drop the subject.

"Perfect. Then don't talk. Just enjoy," he said with a mischievous smile.

I heard the sound of a bench screeching, and I turned around, perplexed. "What—I'm—What's going on?"

I felt disoriented, like a lost lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves. They had a dangerous presence, simultaneously scary, thrilling, and mysterious, yet strangely familiar—as if I had known them for years.

In a way, I felt alive around them.

"Don't fret, sunshine," one of the guys said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and mystery. "We're just having a little fun."

"Fun?" I looked at Jimin, frustration and confusion evident in my eyes. "Tell me what is going on."

"Relax," he whispered, combing his fingers through my dark hair. I shivered at his touch. "Stop feeling like you have to control everything. Just... let loose for once."

"You have to control everything," those words echoed in my mind, triggering flashes of our fights. It was his go-to insult, as if I were some kind of control freak. I wasn't, or at least, I liked to believe I wasn't.

Jungkook pulled out a colorful bag filled with pills and passed it around.

"What is—" My voice faltered, and I decided it was best to remain silent. See? No need to have control.

On the count of three, we all swallowed the gel capsules, and Jimin passed around a bottle of water. I squinted my eyes, observing the situation with a mix of confusion and apprehension.

"So... What was this called again?" I laughed, hoping to conceal the anxiety lurking beneath my bafflement. My voice trembled slightly. There was a brief moment of silence, and the tension became palpable. It felt as though they were gearing up for my reaction like we were on the brink of World War III and all hell was about to break loose.

Jungkook smiled and replied, 

"Molly."