Killer || JJK✔️

- SIXTEEN -

"JK. That's his name."

I clenched my fists tightly under the table, trying to hold in my anger. Jungkook lied to me. He told me that he'd never been inside this place, he's followed them trying to take them down, and hated them... And after all this time, he used to be one of them?

He was a fucking murderer. A gang member. A killer. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I remembered back when he was whispering with that person back at his house, and then lied to me about who they were... Was he trying to cover this all up? Was that person just another part of the equation, would this all be exposed if I had known who they were?

I looked over at him, and Jungkook had tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and his bottom lip trembling. Part of me understood how being a part of the gang had been a bad time in his life. He wanted to forget about it, and I just wanted to comfort him and help him get through it.

But the other side of me felt betrayed. How could he keep this big of a secret from me? I thought we could trust each other... I wanted to scream at him, punch him, give him what he deserves for lying and keeping a secret this big from me. But I couldn't bring myself to act on either of those things.

S stood up quickly, and clasped his hands together, ready to make an announcement. "Okay, everyone, nice seeing you all, but I think it's time Micha and I took a quick field trip out of the room. Have a nice day." He quickly ran over to where I was sitting, and dragged me up out of the chair, all the way out of the room.

"What are you doing?!" I wailed, trying to rip my arms away from his grasp. "I need to–"

"You don't need to do anything." S ordered, and at this point was literally dragging me across the floor by both of my arms. "That's not your problem anymore."

"But that asshole Jungkook–"

"But Jungkook nothing." S said, and I stood up to get more leverage. But the more I strained and pulled to get my arm away, the more tired I became, and realized that this didn't seem to be working.

But before I knew it, S had finally managed to get the both of us to my room. He locked the door behind us, trapping me inside. My efforts at freeing myself had been wasted. 

After S stepped away from the door, I ran over to it and shook the handle violently, but it didn't budge. I banged my fists against the door, and shouted, "LET ME OUT!"

S crossed his arms and shook his head. "You're stuck in here with me until you calm down." He stated.

I sighed, and collapsed onto the old bed. "But I need to talk to Jungkook!"

"You're not gonna talk to him, you're gonna scream at him. And you'll probably start a fight too."

"Yeah, you're right. I need to go kick his ass!" I argued, and he shook his head again.

"Micha, we're already giving him a hard enough time on his first day back. I think he'd rather not have to deal with all that shit coming from you too." S suggested, and I sighed.

I hesitated to reply. "Maybe you're right..."

After that, I was silent, just trying to calm down. I couldn't get over the fact that he lied to me... But I had to at least try and give him some credit. Yeah, I was mad, but I couldn't be mad at him forever. Even if I was still frustrated with him, I need to at least give him some privacy and time to calm down.

A few minutes later, I had finally calmed down, and sat up. I decided to ask S about what's going on, while I had the chance.

"Is this room my permanent room?" I asked blankly, and he nodded.