NOT SO GOOD BOY

Episode 43

Jaebyul held her metal platter as she turned around to face the vast canteen, high school students mingling at the tables and chatting loudly as they waited in line.

Instead of going straight to back of the room to one of the empty tables and plug her headphones into her ears, her eyes scanned for the familiar long hair of a certain someone.

Her eyes met the ones of Jimin behind his thick glasses, and a smile quickly spread through her face as she walked to them.

"Hey Jaebyulie." Yeongsu, sitting across from Jimin said as soon as her platter hit the table.

"Hi." She said with a bow. "Nice to meet you Sunbae-nim."

"Aigoo, so polite." Yeongsu exclaimed as he shook his hand in front of a dejected face. "Just call me oppa."

Namjoon, who sat across her and next to Yeongsu, slapped his shoulder.

"Fuxking creep." He mumbled. "Sorry about him, he doesn't know how to act around girls."

Jaebyul giggled, eyes darting to Jimin next to her. She bowed slightly, smile on her lips as she watched him shove a huge piece of rice in his mouth.

"Jimin said you were a checkmate fan?" Yeongsu said, turning to Namjoon with knowing eyes as he suddenly perked up and looked at her.

"Yeah." She said. "I've been following them ever since pre-debut."

"Who's your bias?" Namjoon asked.

"Minji." She answered.

Sudddenly his face broke out in the dorkiest of smiles as a squeak left his lips. His eyebrows were up, creating wrinkles of his forehead, eyes crinkling upwards as the folds of his double chin completed the meme.

Jimin couldn't help the snort, Yeongsu biting on his lip to prevent a fit of laughter.

"Me too!" He suddenly said, slamming his chopsticks on the table and raising his hands for a handshake.

Jaebyul giggled and slapped his them happily, both of them threading their fingers together as they jumped on their seat and squealed.

"But if you were there since pre-debut you must have known Minjung right?" Namjoon asked.

The energy seemed to die down as she nodded, looking down to her plate.

"I even saw them busking and he was still there. He signed one of my shirts."

"Wow." Namjoon said in awe, looking down as well. "We went to the same school."

"Really?!" Jaebyul exlcaimed, Jimin chocking on a piece of pickled radish.

"You okay there Jimin?" Yeongsu chuckled, Jimin nodded as he punched his chest a few times, looking up at Namjoon cautiously.

"Yeah, but I had already graduated when it happened." He said.

"I see." Jaebyul said.

"What have you been talking about all this time? Some kpop group?" Yeongsu asked.

"Not just any group." Namjoon defended.

"Checkmate," Jaebyul added. "We were talking about how one of their members fell into coma only a month after their debut."

"For real?!" Yeongsu asked, suddenly curious.

"Mhm." She hummed. "He got beat up by one of his classmates."

"Wah." Yeongsu sighed. "I swear kids these days are seriously monsters."

Jimin stayed silent, looking down at his lunch in guilt.

He really was a monster. The world's biggest dushbag who had ended an innocent boy's life in the span of ten minutes.

What a hypocrite he was, buying their merch, going to their concerts, supporting them, being their fan, going to visit him at the hospital...

How dare he?

How dare he even sit at this table with these awesome people when they knew nothing of what he had done.

He looked up, looking at the other three laughing with each other over Yeongsu's comment as if he wasn't present in the moment, as if there was a glass between them and him preventing him form interacting with them.

Namjoon was the sweetest guy he'd ever met, saving every spider Yeongsu tried to crush under his shoes; Yeongsu was this bright bubble of energy, always laughing and in a good mood; and Jaebyul was an innocent first year, only slowly starting to open up to them.

He felt so out of place with them.

When he looked down at his cursed hands, they were coated with blood.

They began shaking, his eyes widening as his breathing started faltering, as if someone's hand was slowly squeezing his throat closed. His chopsticks fell down in his platter, the loud clatter of metal attracting the attention of his friends.

"Jimin?" Yeongsu asked.

Jimin looked up to him, and was sudddnly taken with the need to throw up as his eyes met Yeongsu's kind ones.

He bolted out of his seat and rushed out of the cafeteria, stumbling into the halls until he reached the bathroom, pushing the door open and falling onto one of the stalls, emptying everything he had just eaten into the toilet.

Harsh coughs scratched at his throat, his stomach contracting painfully. Cold sweat was starting to pearl at his forehead and his hands kept shaking.

His head spun as he slowly stood up, hand on the wall for support. He slowly walked out, every step heavier than the previous.

He only got the time to rince his mouth at the tap before the door flew open and scream tore through his ears.

He turned slowly, sight blurry from not wearing his glasses, but he managed to recognise a furious girl, stomping towards him and grabbing a fistful of his hair.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing in the girl's bathroom huh?" She yelled as she dragged him out, throwing him out.

His knees already weak, he crumbled to the floor, head hitting it harshly.

"Yah!" Another voice yelled. "The fuck do you think you're doing huh?"

Jimin didn't move, feeling drowsy as he watched the cluster of feat across him. His sight was already bad as it is, but the hit he'd taken to the head made the world spin around him and he had the urge to throw up again.

"Jimin!" He heard someone vaguely, feeling someone raise him up.

His eyes were too heavy to open them, and his hearing was slowly leaving him.

His body was shaken a few times before he lost all his senses.

A/N:

hey guys!
Thanks for all the support and your good luck wishes for my exam.
I'll keep you posted when I get my results.

Hope everyone had a good back to school (if you had one),

and I hope you liked this chapter :)