Mr.Jung is Dangerous {Bts Jhope fanfic}

15 Confession Tape

What the hell is Ryan doing here back on campus?!

"Hey babe, miss me?" He asked me in disgust, his eyes low and heavy with hate.

I crossed my arms against my chest "You're not supposed to be here. I'll call the cops."

Ryan scoffed. He saw through my bluff. "If you were going to call the cops you would've by now. Which makes me wonder...why? Did I kill him?" The corner of his lip twitched with excitement when he said kill. He started getting closer and closer to me but I didn't back down, I wasn't afraid of him. "Because I sure as hell hope I killed the bastard." He spat.

"It's none of your business, just be thankful he didn't decide to press charges. I wanted him to get you locked up and have them throw away the key." I took a step closer to him now, raising my chin a little higher. I wanted him to know I meant business.

Ryan took a step back and rolled his eyes "I see he has his little slut repeating everything he wants me to hear." He was referring to me  but the insult rolled off my back like water.  "You can tell him there's no way I'm going to jail because of him. But it doesn't matter. I wanted to let you know I will stop at absolutely nothing to destroy Mr.Jung... or whoever the hell he is. Starting with exposing him." Ryan's hands were clenched into tight balls of frustration.

I scoffed now "You couldn't expose him, then you'd be turning yourself in. You shot him, remember?"

He shook his head "It won't be me who will expose him, it'll be you. Because soon you'll understand what kind of guy your dealing with, and once he breaks your stupid ass heart you'll see clearly what he is. Don't come running to me when it happens, I shot him for you Esme." He hung his head a bit.
"To be honest, I was hoping that'd be some sort of token of forgiveness."

I looked at him in disbelief. He wasn't making sense.

"You're the only one for me Esme, and yeah I made a mistake— I realize that— but you've got to trust me. That guy had a gun and he's a Psychology professor. You saw how he manipulated the principal to get me kicked out when we both know it was his gun! What if he's doing the same thing to you? Using you for some reason... even if you reject me now just please stay away from Mr.Jung, he's dangerous."

I was starting to find this conversation amusing. "Are you kidding me? You're the one who ended up being dangerous! Mr. Jung owned the gun, but you shot it! You warned me about Mr.Jung, but he saved me from getting raped by you! If there's anyone who's dangerous: it's you. So don't you ever approach me again with your pathetic "token of forgiveness" excuse, because I'm not buying it."

I turned facing away from him. "And lastly, Mr.Jung is just my professor and nothing more, so I couldn't care less if you wish to keep investigating. But you'd better worry about your own life, because in the next ten minutes I'll alert a campus guard you're here, and they'll have you removed."

"Whatever." I heard him saw from behind me, "You've already given me what I wanted." His tone completely changed, confusing me.

I turned back around, only to face him grinning sickeningly at me. "What did I give you?" I almost didn't want to ask and give him the satisfaction.

He held up a small box with a button he was currently pressing. "A confession."

*

I sat in my car, my head pressed against the steering wheel in attempt to suppress my headache that arrived shortly after my encounter with Ryan.

A confession?

The image of Ryan smiling at me as if he had one-uped me made me feel sick.

What the hell did that mean? What did I confess?

I kept replaying the conversation over again in my mind to make sense of it but it wasn't working. He had recorded the whole thing, planned out what he was going to say and tried to trap me in my own statements. He wanted me to say something about Mr.Jung so that I would be a "witness" and my testimony states it no matter if I like it or not.

He'd told me I'd expose him.... so thats what he meant?

I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel harder.

But I didn't! I didn't expose him and I didn't confess anything about him.... at least I don't think I did.

I exhaled a deep breath and pushed myself back, against the chair.

I peered into the rear view mirror not surprised to see a red band across my forehead, the result of my frustration.

I sent Tang a quick text asking her when she'd come back because honestly I needed a break from all this mess. But in the meantime, I figured I could drive by the motel, and check on Hoseok. He could need my help.

I turned on the ignition and backed out of the parking lot, onto  the main road. Right now I had Latin 101, but my mind was elsewhere. I had to put myself to ease and figure out what was going on so I could move on like everyone else.

But for now, I needed to tell Hoseok about Ryan. He'd be able to create complications and if he found out I'd spent time with Hoseok at a motel he'd expose me as well.

I checked in the rear view mirror to see if he was following but I couldn't get a good look, there were plenty of cars behind me.

I took two deep breaths at a red light, attempting to calm myself down.

No one is following, no one is watching. Everyone is carrying on their everyday lives because they aren't concerned with you.

I forced a smile and pressed on the gas as the light turned green. I was calm, I need to be calm.

I pulled into the same parking spot as I had parked the last time I was here. I thought about how I'd been so confused, helping a wounded Mr.Jung into a motel room...just the two of us.  I remembered how proud I was of myself when I dislodged the bullet and sowed him up like new. I mostly remember the part where I got to see him shirtless to be honest, and when he told me I could call him Hoseok.

What did that mean to him? What was I to him? A friend? Not just a student anymore, it had to be more. This couldn't just all be in my head right?

I told him I'd help him even though he resisted, told me it was too risky for my own sake. But for now, I threw out the doubt I had that I might am being used, and I rushed towards his room ready to help. Right then and there, I abandoned the third most important thing he himself taught me— never go into a situation or contact with a new person blind and without assumptions... it can save your life to doubt a person or situation, make assumptions, and be cautious.

327. That was his room number. I couldn't forget it.

I knocked first, and when I didn't get an answer I just opened it... revealing an absolutely empty room.

My mouth dropped in disbelief. He couldn't have gone anywhere, he didn't have his wallet on him or his cellphone, and I drove him so no transportation either.

I walked into the room and even the spot on the floor where his blood had dripped had disappeared. It was almost as if he'd never been here.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I ran to the bathroom and opened it, nothing.

I looked for the bloodied towels, but they were replaced with new ones. The bed wasn't made, but the sheets and cover had not a drop of blood stained on them. They must've been replaced as well.

"He was here." I told myself. "He was most definitely here."

But as I looked around it didn't make since. It was the right room, I checked over and over again. However, Mr.Jung was just... gone.