Sinners, Saints & Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 5

-Bleachers-

"Molly? Haha, very funny, Kookie," I said, looking at Jimin, but he quickly averted his gaze and played with his rings. "You're joking, right?"

"He's not," one of the guys interjected.

"What are you gonna do anyway? What's done is done," Jungkook said, lighting a cigarette.

I was left speechless. How could they let me swallow that pill without even asking if I wanted to get high on something? To be fair, what did I expect it to be? Vitamin B? I could only blame my own stupidity.

"Let's go, guys!" one of them called out.

I watched as the five boys slowly stood up and walked down the steps, while I tried to process the fact that I had just taken synthetic drugs on school property. What would my mom think of me right now? I could get expelled and lose any chance of becoming valedictorian. What if this was the first step toward becoming a drug addict? I might end up on the faces of meth and die a lonely death from an overdose in a dark alleyway.

"Need a hand?" a voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Uh... Yeah, sure," I replied.

"I'm Taehyung, by the way," he said, smiling and scanning me up and down as I reached for him.

-In the parking lot-

"Hey, Tae, are your parents still in Bali?" Jungkook shouted as we approached the BMW.

"Sure thing," Taehyung replied.

"Wait, we're not driving, right?" I asked Taehyung, feeling concerned.

"Chill... The effects aren't supposed to kick in for another 30 minutes," he reassured me.

"This is insane," I mumbled under my breath, crossing my arms in front of me.

"Don't be such a Debbie Downer, B," Jungkook laughed as I opened the car door. "Being angry doesn't look good on you."

Ugh, could he be any more annoying?

-At Taehyung's house-

"Do you have any food?" Namjoon rushed into the kitchen. "I need some carbs before the hunger dissipates."

His house was enormous.

I sat down on the leather couch and snuggled under a real fur blanket. I felt much more relaxed now. Most of my anxiety had dissipated during the car ride. It was strange to be under no pressure at all, leaving all those expectations behind. It was like leaving the real world and entering an alternate universe—a better, easier one.

Or maybe this was just me already tripping.

"Are you mad?" Jimin asked.

"What?" I replied, confused.

"Are you mad that I kind of peer pressured you into this?" he repeated.

"No... No, it's fine, really. I was just overwhelmed at first. But I think I'm starting to like this."

"Wow, really? I thought you wanted to punish me and were giving me the silent treatment."

"No, really, it's fine. I was just lost in my thoughts. This is all very new to me. You never actually told me much about them."

"I told you they're a bad crowd."

"With that, I thought you meant that occasionally you spray graffiti on house walls and shoplift booze, but not this. Not hard drugs and overprivileged trust fund boys."

"Well, it's not all that."

"What's going on?" Jungkook interrupted, plopping down between us before Jimin could elaborate. "Don't," he whispered to Jimin, then turned his attention back to me, smiling like a serial killer. "Do you feel anything yet?"

"I don't think so. Why?"

"Well, sweetheart, you're in for a real ride."