You know, if I didn't come this bunny would be dead by now so there's something good about my impetuous escape from Jungkook. Carrying the little thing in my hands, I couldn't help but wince at all the red stuff going on my shirt. Should I apply pressure? I don't know what to do! The academy was only a few trees away, I was so close...but of course something had to run into me.
"Oh my god! Is that you? Babe, I'm right here! What happened to your neck?" A girl crouched down next to the bunny, stroking it vigorously.
She was quite fashionable; her hair was platinum blonde, wore in french braid pigtails that draped over her shoulders. Her face was full of bright make up but it still looked cakey. Her mini skirt was so tight that she couldn't even sit down properly. What's with this girl anyways? She's talking to a bunny like it's her boyfriend.
"Wait, you're that new student! What's wrong with your shirt?" she stopped the sweet talk and spoke in a snobby tone. Her eyes were scanning me up and down like I was vermin.
"I'm trying to save the bunny, and i'm not telling you my name. As far as I know, you might be a lunatic that just escaped from an asylum." I said, but my words were as genuine as ever. For once, I found someone worse than me.
"What? No I learn in the academy! I'm pretty sure you already know who I am though." she grinned proudly. Can someone be dumber than this? I've just made it clear that I don't know who you are. I shrugged to make things easier for her.
"You don't know who I am?" she acted like it was the most absurd thing that anyone's said. "I'm only the most popular girl in school, Kim Soo-"
"Did I ask you who you were?" I blankly stared at the girl next to me; she was in deep thought for a moment then she woke again.
"Whatever, I'm going to get you back okay baby?" she dragged the miserable bunny back to school.
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I returned from the forest yesterday and there were no signs of that snotty girl. My shirt was bright red and luckily, the blood washed off. Today is just any other normal day, I hope. With the creep and the snotty girl, things might plummet.
I was already sat down on the chair, first one to arrive like always. Namjoon's not even here. As I twirled my pen around my fingers, noises could be heard outside, words. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I pressed my ears against the door and eavesdropped on the quiet conversation:
"I don't want to go to class. I can't."
"But I need you today! You can't do it in the afternoon, or at night, or tomorrow, or the day afte-"
"Fine! I'll get you your stupid camera..."
Interesting conversation...but one of the voices seemed familiar. Who could it be? I've met a bunch of people but I've only had a real conversation with 3: Jungkook, Snotty girl and Jin. This voice is male-ish so it's not snotty girl. He's going to class so it's not Jin...
It must be the creep!
And right at that moment, the door slid open, revealing eyes-widened Jungkook. He had a horrible neck injury but it was covered with a bandage. What the heck? My face was slowly transitioning through the 'revelation process'. This basically means that I look shook from a realization and start trying to piece things together but I'm also confused.
He's the bunny. My rapist is a bunny. I tried to save my rapist? I can't believe that he's a bunny! For a muscular guy, he's such a cute animal.
Then, I snapped back out of my head. Shoot! He's going to figure out that I eavesdropped on his conversation. His face shows it all! I should just confess, it's better to confess than get ratted out right?
Without much thought, I spilled my confession, "I'm so sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation with whoever the other person was." excuses started to appear in my mind, one by one, "I was just curious and bored and this was so shameful of me and-"
"You were eavesdropping on me? I thought you were going to start talking about how I'm the bunny."
Great...I ratted out myself. Why am I acting like this anyways? I shouldn't care if he knew I listened to his discussion. Before I came to this rotten school, I didn't have a care (other than my precious grades) and now I'm like a goody two shoes?! This school is changing me!
"What am I doing? You're my rapist! Get away from me!" This was the best way to make him forget about what just happened.
"No! It's ju-"
"Oh, you're not gonna leave? You're making me feel uncomfortable ok. I have the right to tell you to get away!" I blurted out everything I thought of. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that you can go and harass me like this and think of my request as some dumb thing that you can think little of. If I wasn't nice, I would show you my wrath! You know what, I'll just get away myself." This was my chance to leave.
I can get off my knees real fast and rush to the other door. That was the plan, but Jungkook just had to reach out, grip onto my wrist and yank like I was a door that didn't open. I was pulled back and crashed into his chest.
"Why 's your chest like...rrrroooocck" I groaned. It was difficult to speak and my vision began to blur. My droopy eyes were trying their best to stay open while seemingly an invisible force wanted them shut. Jungkook spoke, shaking me back and forth by the shoulders, but his voice was weird; it was like alien language and I couldn't understand anything. Everything abruptly turned black after that.
END OF CHAPTER 3
AHHH! THANK YOU FOR READINGGGGG. I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING IT AS WELL. WE'RE INTRODUCED TO A FEW NEW CHARACTERS THAT ARE PROBABLY GOING TO BE IMPORTANT IN THE FUTURE BUT WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO DAEUN? REMEMBER TO COMMENT, SHARE AND VOTE AND YEAH...HAVE A GREAT DAY :) I think imma start this BTS quote thing at the end of each chapter, just for fun.
Quote:
"Living without passion is like being dead."
- Jeon Jungkook
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Fanfic"I don't want you to talk to him." Jungkook mumbled as he stared at the grass. "What? That's unfair! He's my frien-" My words were interrupted by his sudden action; he swiftly pressed his weight onto me, pinning my hands against the ground, his face...
