Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Chapter 21 - High School (Part 3)

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Your POV

I step down harshly on the kid's face, my disappointment in myself just growing. Any of my lackeys are hanging behind me, sneering at the kid. I can see Jin off in the corner of my eye, still trying to read me. He hadn't talked to me since the arcade, so I had no reason for him to be the one underfoot. He had adjusted to the hierarchy of this school.

I still hadn't.

I remove my foot from his face and crouch in front of the kid. "As payment for challenging me, give me your money."

He averts his eyes, knowing that's why he was here in the first place. "Please, I can't..."

I grab his collar, pulling him closer to me. "Accept the consequences for your own stupidity. Pay up."

I release his shirt and stand back up as he scrambles. He doesn't even get to his feet before giving me the measly amount. I take it, counting how little it really is.

"I find this much under my shoe on a daily basis. Take it back." I drop the money as an act of pity. Everyone sees it as I'm dissing the kid, which is good. He can get away without anymore of his blood meeting the floor.

I meet Jin's eyes out of curiosity as I walk away.

He mouths, "This isn't you."

As I pass him, I bump his shoulder and whisper so only he can hear, "I know."

~~~~~

Jungkook was waiting for me when I finally dragged myself home after school. I couldn't meet his eyes and couldn't say anything first.

"I threw out all of your cigarettes and beer." He sighs and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "Where did you even get those? You're underage."

"Where I get my income from... The jobs I worked."

"Jesus, just look me in the eye already."

I look up and see that his eyes aren't full of anger. They're full of disappointment, but I could sense it wasn't at me.

"Why aren't you mad at me? You have every right to be furious."

"Because it's my fault you're here in the first place," he responds, glancing at my clothes before meeting my eyes again. "What job did you do?"

"It's dangerous, just promise me you won't yell."

He nods without any hesitation.

"I motorcycle race every week at least once. During those times I also test custom drugs and stuff like that... Because everyone's doing it."

He nods, a solemn look on his face. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry, it's..." I falter as tears start falling from his eyes. I don't move from my spot as he rubs his eyes, showcasing the wounds on his hands.

This is my fault. He's hurt because of me.

I can't handle looking at the carnage of his hands, so I look away. I take out the money from last night from my pocket and put it on the counter. I look back at him as he looks at me, sorrow the only emotion in his eyes.

"Buy some medicine for your hand..." I whisper, barely audible.

Then I run out of the apartment, unable to bear with looking at what I did.

~~~~~

I sit in the diner after running as far as I could. I didn't order any food or drinks besides water because I didn't have my wallet.