𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 // 𝑗𝑗𝑘, 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑘𝑡ℎ

11

Y/n POV:

Returning to school after the weekend was hard. Especially because my heart didn't want me to. But my body still moved forward just like the world did.

There was no end in sight.

This had just begun.

I came to school early in the morning to avoid all the eagle like stares from people. But most of all, to avoid Jungkook. Especially after the little conversation we had on text. My heart ached to tell him the truth, but I couldn't risk my little brother over that. And it's not like anyone would ever believe me if I told them that Han hurt Niki. Han, just like the other kids around this school had immense power that I could never even imagine in my hands. Their parents were the high class people of society.

So high in social status that if they wanted to, they could probably get me arrested over something silly and minor if they wanted to. They just wanted to protect their kids, like I had to protect my little brother. I had a responsibility that none of these other kids would understand.

I sat there on my table, tired from the long walk to school, breathing heavily. It felt nice to be alone for a while, away from everything else. Away from Jungkook and his friends.

Speaking of the devil, to my surprise, the door to the classroom opened. And just like that I stood up at his arrival. He stepped through the door and slammed it shut.

Jungkook stepped forwards smiling at me mysteriously. I unconsciously stumbled backwards falling back onto my chair. I swallowed my anxiety and panted,"What are you doing here?"

Jungkook walked ahead and past me. I felt his presence behind me as he adjusted himself behind my chair. He subtly breathed out,"Oh nothing just came to talk. I figured you'd come here early .... You usually do that when you're scared of me."

I tried to say something but just ended up stuttering. Giving up, my head hung low as I stared at my lap in disappointment. Disappointed in myself. Why couldn't I stand up for myself?

I heard a distressed grunt behind me, and within the next second, Jungkook's large hand filled with rings came from behind me, and snaked it's way violently around my neck. He squeezed his hand making me choke as I tried to stop him,"I can't bre-"

I was stopped this time, as his hand went a little higher and he forcefully drove two fingers into my mouth. I felt disgusted. What was he doing?

Shuffling, he tilted my head a little back and angrily whispered,"Shut up."

After a few seconds went by, and he said nothing, I tried to speak through the barricade in my mouth,"What do you want?" Even though my speech was barely comprehensible, he seemed to get the message.