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There he goes again. Jeon Jungkook is yet again impressing a crowd of people, who constantly bullied him in grade school. Ever since he got into the group, he forgot who was always there for him since before then. Cutting you off completely, he began to grow his entourage.
It's senior year in college it's only a week until graduation. Y/n made sure that every debt was paid, every book returned, and every assignment completed. She shakes her head in disappointment, grabbing her pen and notes before leaving the classroom.
"HEY!" Y/n rolls her eyes and kept walking toward the exit of the building. "I know you hear me!" The voice was getting closer as she was less than a few meters to the door. Stopping, she turned around to face not one man, but a group of people.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" She questioned as she looked at her watch. "I have places to be." "You wish you did. You're just a loner with no purpose in life."
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"That's where you're wrong." Jungkook looks at her with and eyebrow raised, his 'crew' chuckling among themselves. "I have a purpose. I may be a loner but at least I don't go around kissing ass to be liked, to be loved, to get their attention." She steps toward Jungkook. "That's where we are different."
Smirking at the look of anger and shock on all of their faces, she pushed the bar on the door and walked outside. It was very cloudy but she still wanted to go to the basketball field to meet up with her friend.
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Walking inside the gymnasium, she sat in the front row as she watched a group of boys. But she was watching Dylan.
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"Already tired?" She called out, making Dylan smile before he turned around to face her. Y/n smiled and waved as he began running. He lifted her up into a bone crushing hug. Pulling away, their arms were still wrapped around each other.
"How long have you been here?" "Not that long. You ready to go?" Y/n nods and they let go of each other. "Let me get my things." He takes ahold of one of her braids, letting go soon after.
Y/n bites her lower lip and smiled. Just as she was feeling happy, the doors opened and her smile went away immediately. "So, this is where she went. Never thought she would consider fucking a basketball player." Rosè spoke. "More like the whole team."Jungkook responded.
Y/n said no words, just walking up to them. Sure, she was hurt by it but she didn't let that show. She cocked her hand back and slapped the ignorant boy in front of his 'friends.' The slap was heard throughout the entire gym, making the quiet basketball players turn around.
"You're one to talk when it comes to doing shit for the team, you know? To think I was even a friend.." Her words hurt Jungkook worse than the slap across the face. "I miss the old you. The incredible you. Not the you that begging and pleading for fake people to like you. You hide behind your disguise, but I know the truth. You ain't bout that ratchet life."
"Y/n, let's go." Jungkook looked at Dylan as his hand was on her shoulder. " You don't need to explain nothing to this asshole." She finally stopped holding in her sadness. As she walked out with Dylan, a tear rolled down. A tear that Jungkook seen, a tear that he caused.
