what happened 《Jungwoo ff》

Ch.7

Y/n pov

Its monday.
My body is still sore, i can barely move my neck and had to sleep with the discomfort of a neck pillow wrapped around the base of my neck.

I spent the whole weekend avoiding my mum because ofcourse i couldn't tell her, if i had, she would've involved the police sending more attention my way .

I can't handle the attention i already have. It would just make things worse.

I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection for the first time in 4 days and felt sick to my stomach.

The spreading purple and yellow blotches on my neck is only the surface wound. T.he real one layed within me, the feeling of betrayal

The cut on my cheek isn't half as bad as the one on my neck. It made me doubt. This couldn't possibly be the work of jungwoo. I may not be special to him, but there was no solid reason as to why he would leave these purple blotches scattered across my neck unless he had sexual intentions in which we have yet to engage in.

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After finishing my morning routine, I apply a thick layer of makeup on to the skin of my neck. Covering everything. Later on i added some mascara to my eyelashes and put on some lip gloss.
I tied my curls into a slick bun and added a few clips to give it that retro vibe.

I wore my school uniform which consisted of a plain white tshirt and a light brown fitted skort, with ankle socks and a pair of white sneakers.

I made it down to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. After eating it ,i took a bottle of water and left for the bus.

And then i remembered. I had to tell renjun i was ok before he came and decided to beat jungwoo into a pulp for something he most likely didn't do.

On the phone with renjun.

Y/n: "hi"

Renjun: "wassup"

Y/n: "forget about what i said, i doubt that jungwoo would do that."

Renjun: "did he threaten you"

Y/n : " ofcourse not!"

Renjun: "ok then."

Renjun: ".... stay stafe ."

Y/n: "you too!"

Renjun: "love you"

Y/n: ".. um"

Renjun: "im playing, but bye."

Call ends, arrives at school

I get down the bus and waited at the entrance where i always met jungwoo so we could walk inside together .

Honestly i feel stupid. I know he's using me for his popularity but i can't help it. Ive always had a thing for him from the moment he entered my physics class in freshman year which was nearly 2 years ago. I mean surely if he didnt feel the same way he would've left by now..

If you put it in a positive away he must really think im pretty, so thats why he chose me... im pretty enough to be seen with him, thats what i tell myself.

I said yes because i wanted to be by his side even if i hated all the attention, but i made sure to put myself into a position where he couldn't see through me. Nobody and i mean nobody knows how i really feel, well except God but you get the point.

I hate croptops, i hate bone/rib crushing mini dresses. I hate push up bras and absolutely hate booty shorts. Wearing them only accentuates the curvy line of a body God blessed me with making me way more attractive than I seem. But I still hate them.

I created this version of myself that everybody knows me for and now i can't go back.