the good guy J.JK

ch.9

"Y/N, school was cancelled for today"taehyung says as he sits on my bed.

"why?"my voice sounds scratchy and rusty, almost like a train screeching to a stop, but it's not squeaky.

he looks at me sadly, then let's out a sigh.

"you know suho? the guy you dated?"

I nod my head slowly.

"his body was found dead last night behind a convenience store"

suddenly my heart stopped in my chest, but only for a second.

a wave of releif was washing over me, but at the same time I felt horrible.

just yesterday I was telling jungkook about how I never wanted to see him again, and now this?

"did they say the cause?"

he look at his lap."yea, apparently he shot himself, right in the temple"

boom. two 'suicides' this past two weeks.

it all just sounds too weird, I feel like I'm drowning in guilt and I don't have any reason to be.

unless dad really did kill himself because I was mad. and what If suho killed himself because I was mad at him?

it's makeing me sick and I can't do anything but guilt trip myself, I don't know anything else to do but think this way.

"well, breakfast will be done shortly. don't fall back to sleep"he says as he gets up.

"trust me. I won't"

-

"I'm gonna write a sentence, and you have to correct it. ok?"

"ok"

it's Thursday and I'm currently in the library with jungkook as he's trying to help with my sentence structure.

I watch as he picks up a pencil and begins to write out a sentence, but more over. I'm focusing on his hand writing.

"alright, you fix it"he says as he slides the paper over to me.

I read over the sentence, but stop almost instantly as I look at the writing.

big, sloppy, quick and just like my dads letter.

your kidding right? anyones hand writing can be like that and, while that is true looking at this just makes my stomache turn. It's just like that letter and no-one can tell me other wise.

"Y/N?"

my eyes shoot to jungkook, and instantly my thoughts of the letter are shot down.

he doesn't look like he would do something like that, plus he never knew my dad much less knew me, so obviously it wasn't him.

"sorry"I apologize, looking back down at the paper.

I scratch out words and begin to correct them, feeling my heart in my fingertips the whole time I'm doing so.

"ok, is it right?"I say as I show it to him.

he looks over it and smiles.

"clearly you don't need help with english, but you definatly got to work on algebra, so thats what will work on now since I'm not in your algebra class"

he smiles. "because I'm smarter and already finished that class"

my hand makes contact with his shoulder, making a loud pop and a loud laugh to emit into the air, both coming from him.

"your an ass"

I watch as he pulls out my algebra homework, but then I think back to this morning.

"hey Jungkook, did you hear about Suho's death?"

there's a pause in his movements, then he looks at me with a face of pure shock.

"no? when did this happen?"

I shrug my shoulders and look down at the table.

"apparently last night, I feel so bad about it"

I mean heck, how could I not? I get that he was horrible to me, but I'm not heartless.

"why should you feel bad? he hurt you Y/N he deserved it"

"jungkook"I look up at him."no one deserves to die, even if they feel obligated to take their own life"

It's true, he hurt me, but he doesn't deserve death. if he really did kill himself then he didn't deserve to be suicidal.

"Y/N. if he hurt you, then he deserved it"he says with a delicate yet devilish smile and serious eyes.

"what the hell jungkook?"

he stands up, grabbing his bag and shoving in his stuff.

"tutorings over"he says monotone, a blank expression.

"it's not even four yet?"I say as I Stand up, packing my stuff aswell.

without any words he walks away, leaving me standing by myself.

I look around the table with my thoughts all over the place.

my first thought being, what the fuck is his problem. my second thought being, theres obviously something up or else he wouldn't be acting that way.

my hand grabs the sheet with the sentence he wrote on it.

"something's up"I say to myself.

with that I shove the sheet into my bag and stomp out the library.