Illegal Innocence | Jeon Jungkook

1| Happy Birthday to me...

The school bell echoed through the halls, teenagers screaming and yelling, happy to see one another after a few weeks break. I hold my bag strap, searching for my locker when I feel a sudden shove from behind me. "Sorry Y/n," the culprit, Baekhyun a boy a year younger than me, apologised. "It's okay Baek," I sigh, continuing on my way. Sometimes I feel invisible at school, but what can I expect when I'm such a pure innocent teacher's pet, in the words of my classmates.

I make it to my locker, collecting my textbooks, when I feel arms snaking around me. "How's the eighteen year old?" I hear the familiar voice of my best friend, Callie, giggle. I turn around and hug her, "thanks Callie," I smile, "my birthday was so boring without you. Dad kept pestering for me to decide on a gift but I don't know! I might as well ask for some cosmetics from his company..."

"Oh come on! you need to have some sense of adventure! You can ask for anything! Your wildest dreams Babe!"

"But I'm not going to ask to go drinking or anything. It's not my thing..." I state, walking with her through the halls. "Dad keeps suggesting I try vodka, but i don't want to get drunk."

"Come on, I doubt he'd make you get drunk," Callie shook her head giggling as she practically skipped beside me. "Plus, Vodka tastes pretty good if you put it with orange juice," she shrugged.

"You've had some?!" I look at her, the most shocked face pulled. I shake my head and walk into class, "I have been thinking about a tattoo..."

Her eyes lit up, and her head snapped to me. "Yes! Do it! I'm still too young, so you need to do it! So yes yes! Go for it!" She bounced around.

"Cal, I could say I'm going for prostitution and you'd agree," and then I cover my mouth, "forget I said that word." She rolled her eyes in response, "stop being innocent."

"Hey!" I pout, "I'm not innocent."

"Yeah, and the sky isn't blue,"

"Back to the point..." I sigh, "I reckon I'll get mum's name..."

She perked her head up. "Yeah? Really?"

"Yeah," I reply, "I'm not sure how dad will react though..."

My father was CEO for the biggest cosmetic company in America. He was still pretty young, only in his early forties. He and mum were only twenty five when I was born, but soon after mum was diagnosed with breast cancer. After a long and hard battle, she passed away just after my seventh birthday. Since then my father did everything he could for me, practically giving me everything. I was his princess, as he would often state, and he wanted me to have the best possible life.

After a seemingly long day I made my way home, admiring the trees along the street. I couldn't help but notice a young couple giggling on a park bench, forgetting my manners as I watched the man lean in to kiss her. I looked at my feet and kept walking, scratching my arm. Painful memories replayed in my mind.

It was my sixteenth birthday and father had insisted I threw a party. So I did... as the night passed everyone sat down to play truth or dare. I remember getting up to get a drink from the kitchen when I overheard my name being thrown around. "So how many of you guys would date Y/n?" one of the girls asked. The room went silent.

"She's really nice and all, but a bit childish. Too innocent to be honest," I overheard Sehun speak. And almost immediately all the boys agreed. The party finished soon after and I found myself crying onto my pillow. "Hey sweetie what's wrong..?" my father walked into my room, sitting on my bed and placing a hand on my back. I had immediately turned to hug him, "I'm apparently too innocent for guys to date..." I sniffed.

"And?"

"And?" I look at him, "I'm going to be single forever! No guy wants a girl who' pure and sweet. They like the bad girls that do drugs and smoke weed."

"Woah woah, slow down. Not all do. Sometimes the bad boys are the ones who want sweet girls to help them break their bad habits,"

"Oh please," I lied back, wondering if my life would ever get better.

I was brought back to reality by rain hitting my forehead. I looked around and noticed the darkening sky so I began to run home, not noticing the figures in black watching me.

"I'm home!" I yell as I enter the house, wiping my feet and removing my shoes. I walk through the house to the lounge room to the kitchen, smiling at my father who was reading the paper. "Hey sweetie," he smiles back, "how was your day?"

"Good thanks," I reply, hugging his neck, "so I've been thinking..."

"That's not good..." he frowned slightly.

"It's for my birthday gift," I continue.

"Oh then do go on! I've been feeling so guilty for not getting you what you wanted,"

"I want a tattoo... of mum's name,"

"You...what?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"I'd like a tattoo please," I correct myself.

"No, it's not your manners. You want a tattoo? My Y/n?"

"Yes. I want to remember mum, and I want her name permanently written on my collarbone with an infinity sign," I state boldly.

"If that's what you want, then I'll take you to a parlour on Friday," he turns back to his paper.

"What really?!" I squeak. He nods, "sweetie I have tons of tattoos, I'm not fussed with you getting one too."

"Thanks daddy!" I turn into a five year old again, hugging him tightly. He hugged me back, "anything for my princess." I pull away and head up to my room, smiling happily to myself.