Would You Rather |Jung Hoseok; Min Yoongi| [Completed]

Chapter 7

Classes were about to start, so Jungkook and I went back to class while the others decided to wait outside until the next recess started. One thing that seemed a little bit off during the whole thing is the fact that some people just couldn't help but stare at me. They would whisper, steal a glance or sometimes even point. Even Jungkook noticed it, even though he was walking a couple of steps ahead of me. He turned to look at me only to be left more confused. At first I thought there was something wrong with me, but when I looked at myself in the nearest mirror, there was nothing wrong with me.

I went to class and people still continued to stare. Even the teacher would turn around to look at me before continuing writing on the board. My chest started to tighten up and I almost forgot how to breath. I literally had to remind myself to take in breaths. In and out... in and out... in and...

"Who are you?" The girl next to me asked. I looked at her with utter confusion. She leaned closer and whispered. "Did you get into the wrong classroom?" She asked again. This girl has been sitting next to me for the past two years.

"Don't you remember me?" I whispered and she only shook her head.

My soul... No. My very existence was leaving my body.

I clenched the sides of the desk, my fingers turning pale to white as chalk. I took short breaths between my teeth, trying to calm my abnormally fast heartbeat. I pierced my gaze at the middle of the desk, anxiety slowly consuming me, making me unable to move, breath or even think. My head felt light, white spots appeared around my vision. Later after that, they slowly turned darker, my vision getting hazzy. I lost track of time.

"Hey, are you alright?" Jungkook suddenly pulled me out of my shocked state. I jumped at his sudden touch to my shoulder. I looked up to him, his expression mirrored that to concern.

"I.. I'm alright. I just. Just need to. I need some air." I blurted out and took all my stuff. Almost running out of the room, I found myself surrounded by a crowd.

I looked around and they weren't surrounding me. All of their eyes were glued to something happening beside me. As I turned my head to the side, I saw someone standing on the widow frame right next to my classroom door. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.

I gasped when I realised what was actually happening. I was so deep into my worries that I totally ignored the fact that he was weeping on the edge of the widow frame. We were on the fourth floor, so any wrong move and he's dead. I took two steps backwards and joined the silent crowd.

"Please don't do this." Someone called out.

"What's happening?" Jungkook came out of the room and his expression probably looked like mine the moment he saw the crowd. He looked beside him and his jaw dropped. "Yugyeom?" He whispered and outstretched his arm to touch the student.

"I'm sorry, but you have to lose a friend." Yugyeom stated calmly. His voice did not match his face. The face I saw was that of a person that had lost everything, a face full of grief and sorrow. His voice? Confident, proud, mischievous and a hint of rage. "You made your choice. Live with it." He said before taking a final step forward into nothingness. The whole crowd gasped, unable to process what just happened.

I looked at Jungkook. He just stood there, motionless. His arms dropped to his side, his head lowered down. It was at that moment that both of our phones rang.

Both choices were 'SAVE' but covered in blood, but no matter what I choose, it was too late. He was already dead. Gone.

I raised my head to see Jungkook who fell on his knees, bursting out tears of sorrow and repeating 'too late' over and over again.

What had happened still burned deep into my consciousness even after the boys dropped me off in front of my house. I was here early, the school let us out after the accident and immediately shut down the whole place.

I took out the keys and found out they didn't fit inside the keyhole. My keys did not fit into my own house. My. Keys. Did. Not. Fit.

It just hit me.

I no longer belong here.

I am no one.

A nobody.

A stranger in front of my own family.

A ghost.