"...𝑦𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ..."
- A y/n and jk ff + taehyung -
- based in high school -
In the eyes of Jungkook, y/n committed a huge crime, unforgivable...
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Y/n POV :
I left school, and I went straight to work. At least that would keep my mind off of things. I hated that this was happening to me. I pitied myself and I didn't know if there was anything I could do to fix this.
I could barely walk around and serve the customers. I became paranoid, thinking that if anyone had their phones out, they would see me. They would see what I did.
Anytime anyone stared at me for longer than two seconds, I began to panic thinking they had already seen it. I couldn't go on like this.
Yet soon, I realised that it wasn't actually my paranoia. There were kids from my school at the cafe that day. I didn't know how they knew I worked there but they all swarmed in and requested for me to serve them particularly.
I knew why. So they could let me hear what they thought of me.
"Loser."
"Bitch."
"Useless."
"A monster."
"Slut."
I never knew that I would ever have to hear those words pointed at me. Was that really all I was to them?
Finally they all left, and it was time for me to close up. I was just about to leave, as I gathered my things when I was stopped by the sound of the boss.
"Y/n we need to talk." His tone sounded like he was dreading having to speak to me.
I nodded respectfully and walked over,"Yes, sir?"
He sighed and looked at the floor. He couldn't even look at me. The sweet old man who gave me this job because he thought I was so innocent .. couldn't even look at me.
"I've seen the video."
My breath stopped in my throat. I blinked harshly trying to stay strong. "Oh ... and?"
He was about to place his hand on my shoulder, but stopped himself. "Well the thing is ... I can't actually allow you to stay on working here."
I instantly tried to catch his attention, so he could see how this was making me feel. "No sir you don't have to do this. This isn't my fault. Please. I need this."
He took a step back away from me. It was clear that this was hard for him, yet it was necessary. "That's the thing sweetie. I do have to. I'm sure whatever it was, was not your fault. But I can't risk losing customers over this. I'm sorry. Today was your last day working here."
