💉 IT'S IN MY BLOOD [jjk // bts]

伍『05』

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Chaewon POV:

I smiled as I walked up to math class. But to my great dismay, I walked in the classroom to a fuming Ms. Jung. Great, I thought.

"Park Chaewon! Where were you after school yesterday?" she shouted, "Jungkook told me you didn't show him around the school! 2 hours of detention in my office this afternoon!"

"What? Why? But Jungkook wasn't there as well? Why do I have to be the only one in detention?" I complained.

"No 'buts', get into your seat now!"

She was furious.

I groaned as I walked towards my seat beside Jungkook and sat down ignoring him. Her horrible mood rubbed off on me, and I spent the rest of her class fuming as well.

Just as I was going to walk out of the classroom for break after class, Jungkook grabbed my wrist.

I looked at him, confused by his action.

"Why did you say that? Why were you only trying to defend yourself? You were the one who followed me yesterday to the cemetery. Get lost you idiot," was what I spat out at him. He ruined my day, and he would have to deal with my attitude.

"I know I have no right to say this, but you should stay away from Kim Seokjin, he's not good for you. He's dangerous."

"Tch, as if you would know. Besides, even if he were 'dangerous', why would you care? You got me in detention, are you happy now? Just get lost and don't talk to me."

With that said, I stormed off.

As I sat down at my table, I noticed the absence of Seokjin's presence. I also noticed that Dawon still wasn't coming to school. Eh, she probably still has a fever.

I saw Jungkook when I finished scanning the cafeteria. Part of me wished that he would come sit with me because I didn't look like a loner. Another part of me wished that he would just get lost and never appear in front of me ever again.

I clenched my jaw as I saw him walking over to my table. He started talking and I just silently let him sit down.

"Hey Chaewon, I'm sorry about math class. I realize that I was being nosy and minding your business. I shouldn't have done that. I came to apologize," he said shyly with a bunny smile, "To repay you, I'll stay with you in detention this afternoon."

I tried to resist smiling back but it was near impossible.

"So you do know how to apologize," I said and smiled back. I still don't know why I had forgiven him. Maybe it's one of his thousands of charms: irresistible bunny smile with no top lip.

Over the next few days, I found myself more and more attracted to Jungkook everyday. I would find myself stealing glances at him during class, thinking about him while passing the flower shop, and thinking, "He's actually not that bad".

Until one day, he ran to me at lunch and said, "Chaewon, come with me."

Then, without waiting for me to answer, he dragged me up to the third floor storage room and kicked open the door.

My mouth fell open the second he opened the door. There stood a half naked Seokjin, his arms on another girl's waist, with lipstick stains all over his face. Seokjin's eyes widened when he saw me, and sent a Jungkook a nasty look. When I tore my eyes off of him, I finally noticed who the girl was. Dawon.

Tears started forming in my eyes and I didn't know what to say, so I just shouted, "YA! THIS IS MY HIDEOUT!"

Embarrassed, Seokjin and Dawon scurried for their clothes and left without saying another word.

I stood there looking at my feet, so that Jungkook couldn't see my crying. My brain was a fried mess until thoughts started floating towards my mind.

Seokjin and Dawon were the only people who knew about this room. I kept on repeating these thoughts over and over before I couldn't stand it anymore.

I had always kept a picture of my mother here because Jiyong wouldn't allow it in the house. I rummaged through the pile of outdated newspapers to find it, hoping that it could somehow comfort me. And even though Jungkook didn't know what I was looking for, he knelt down beside me and helped. After digging through the pile for a couple of minutes, he handed me a picture with a cracked frame.

It must've fallen from the shelves.

I took the picture from him, sat down, and sobbed into it. Jungkook put his arms around me and I didn't resist, I let myself cry in his chest and without knowing, I cried myself to sleep holding my mother's picture...

"Chaewon-ah..." A faint voice called.

I rubbed my eyes and opened them, "We need to go to detention now." I was still sleeping in Jungkook's arm. Without talking, he helped me up and walked me out of the storage room. I tried to avoid eye-contact with him. But he held my face in his hands and asked gently, "Feeling better? Go to the bathroom and wash your face, I'll wait for you outside," as if I would shatter into pieces if he raised his voice. I nodded. And there was that smile again, a smile anyone would fall for.

I looked at myself in the mirror. How long were we in there? School was already over and we are supposed to be at Ms. Jung's classroom right now. I stared at myself in the mirror, I looked ugly. My nose and my eyes were all red, and dried up snot was stuck everywhere beside my nose. I splashed water on my face until I choked, hoping the redness in my eyes would go away. The water made me realise a problem. Shit, I just skipped my afternoon classes... I walked out of the bathroom, and there stood Jungkook, waiting for me.

"Let's go," he said, as he put his arm around me and led me to Ms. Jung classroom. I flinched at first, but didn't resist his embrace. Instead, I smiled and leaned in closer and let him protect me. I was too tired to act like a loyal girlfriend to Seokjin. Screw that. Ex-girlfriend.

When we got to Ms. Jung's classroom, I immediately found a seat and put my head down. I basically slept through detention since we were just sitting there and Ms. Jung wasn't in the room. Jungkook kept his word and sat beside me the whole time. Or that's what I think happened. I was asleep for most of the 2 hours. After 2 hours had passed, we walked out of the school together. I saw Yoongi perched on his bike, with a few dozens of girls surrounding him, holding two cups of Iced Americano from Starbucks.

"Hey Munchkin!", he yelled at me (while winking), "What took you so long? I even had time to go get coffee for us. Look, no sugar, no milk, just how you like it." He raised the cup of caffeinated goodness to show me.

"Oh sorry, I got detention," I replied, "Thanks for the coffee."

"Causing trouble in school again?" he said as he chuckled.

"No, just for being late yesterday."

Yoongi seemed to notice that I was feeling down, so he decided stop with the questions. "Hop on, let's go."

I nodded as I turned to Jungkook to thank him, but he was already gone. I shrugged and hopped onto Yoongi's bike. I took a long sip of the ice cold coffee as we rode home.

Jungkook POV:

After I saw Chaewon leave with whoever that person was (her brother maybe?), I ran back home without saying goodbye to her. On my way, I kept on wondering if what I saw was actually true. When we saw Seokjin in the afternoon, there was a scar in the shape of a triangle on his shoulder. I didn't know if my eyes were just playing tricks with me, or if it was, in fact, real. I pulled up my sleeves only to see the exact same triangle scar I saw on Seokjin. All vampires carried this scar. I decided that my eyes were not mistaken, and even if they were, it was always better safe than sorry. I sped up my pace. When I got home, I opened the front door panting. I walked into my father's office and said:

"Dad, it's confirmed. Kim Seokjin has the mark on his shoulder. He's a vampire."