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You sit back looking at the ceiling. What did you think? He'll be waiting for you? He must be there with his friend consoling her like he always did.

But why couldn't you feel that rage inside you, that frustration, that irritation, you always felt while thinking of Jungkook? Why can't you hate him anymore? Why does it hurt so much to know that he left you alone? Why do you want him to be there for you?

Maybe, because it was all a show. Because it was you who kept telling your heart to hate him because you couldn't bring yourself to accept the fact that you're in love with him.

Your huge ass ego came in between and that will of yours to be a winner as always came in between.

Now, you know, being a winner is not important always.

But it's too late.

"Good Morning."

Or it isn't.

Your head snaps in the direction of the voice.

There you see him walking towards you with a tray in his hand. He keeps it on the side table.

Sitting on the bed beside you, he places his hand on the back of your head and presses his lips on your forehead.

"Do you feel well now?" You keep staring at his face with a wide smile on your face.

You are so happy that you were wrong about him.

He said he wouldn't leave and he didn't.

His smile drops as you don't speak anything. He checks your forehead with his palm cupping your cheeks.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He asks again snapping you out of your thoughts. "Uh, what happened to me?" He heaves out a sigh.

"You caught cold last night. Your body was burning so badly." Your eyes widen listening to that. Until now, you didn't even realize you were sick.

"Really?" He nods his head. "Hopefully, I gave you medications. So, are you fine now? Any pain or headaches?" You shake your head. "Were you awake all night?" You ask narrowing your eyes.

You notice the tiredness in his eyes. Of course, he didn't sleep at all.

"No. Not at all. I love my sleep. I gave you your medicines and I slept." As soon as those words leave his lips, he receives a smack on his arm.

"Liar." But soon, you wrap your arms around him keeping your head on his chest. He slowly rubs your back.

"It's alright. I couldn't have slept knowing you weren't fine." You pull away keeping your arms on your hips squinting your brows at him.

"Why? Do you love me?" He is taken aback by your sudden question. He doesn't know the answer to that yet.

He clears his throat looking away. He picks up the bowl of soup. "Eat this quickly then you have to take the medicines.

He feeds you the soup himself even if you told him that you're capable of eating with your two hands.He gives you the medicine to eat and then tells you to freshen up and get ready for the school.

He heaves out a sigh plopping on the couch.

"Now, I need to find who the hell is framing y/n into such a nasty crime."

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You look at your phone and realize that you have to call your father.

Jungkook is in the living room waiting for you to come.

You pick your phone dialing his number. To your surprise he picks up the call just after a ring for the first time in your entire life.

"So, you are finally back from dead." He spits venom from his mouth. You're so done with him. Sometimes, you doubt if he's your real father. You hold the counter balling your fist.

"What did you do now that I got a call from your school? Why are they so desperate to invite me to their stupid disciplinary meeting?" He shouts fuming with anger.

"I assume, you already refused." You speak through gritted teeth. "Do you think I have time for that?" You scoff staring at your reflection in the mirror.

"Even if everyone in this world donates their one hour of the day to you, you'll still never have time. I am just curious from where the fucking hell you got the time to call me? Why are you even bothered? It's my problem. You shouldn't give a fuck about it." And you lost it.

You finally got the guts to take it all out on him.

"Y/N!" He shouts your name as you hear some noise from the other end. You assume that he must be throwing things here and there in frustration.

Your words must have hit him in his gut.

"You are my blood and that's my problem. Because of you, my name will go down and that's my problem." You clench your jaw so tight that your teeth might break.

As much as you want to shout at him and fight with him, you're getting late for school.

You take a deep breath before answering him.

"I assure you Mr. Jung that I'll keep your name and you will not have to use your money or time on me. You can enjoy with it. And, after this, let's go to court because I wanna snatch away your parental rights on me." You hang up the call throwing it on the floor with all your strength.

"He's no good as a dad."

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You sit on the chair and motivate yourself to stand up for yourself today.

The teachers are sitting in front and beside you is Ji Eun.

"Today's meeting his held against Ms. Y/n of senior year who is suspected to give her fellow mate a harmful drug."

The teacher in the middle speaks on her microphone.

You clutch your hands on your skirt hearing that.

"Miss Y/n, you have anything to say?" You shut your eyes as flashback runs through your mind. You quickly snap out of your thoughts gulping down the saliva in your mouth.

"I never did that. I gave that juice to everyone in the room and I gave it in front of Jennie." You speak that as your hands start to sweat.

Your heart sink deeper knowing you might get a panic attack soon.

"Miss Kim Jennie. Is she right?" She asks looking at Jennie who is standing behind me.

"Yes, I saw her giving the bottle to all and those bottles were given out by the school." You take slow and deep breathes calming yourself.

"Miss Ji Eun, did you leave the bottle anywhere before drinking?" She nods her head. "I went to the washroom." Liar, she's a fucking liar.

"And, this ring. It's hers. I found it near the bottle." She shows the ring to everyone. Your eyes widen as you look at your hand and indeed, your ring is missing. Why didn't you notice it before?

A low gasp leaves your lips. "Is it yours, Miss Y/n?" You panic holding your microphone.

"I didn't... I didn't know when it-" You are being cut off in the middle of your sentence.

"Is it yours or not?" She asks in a more stern voice this time.

"Yes, but-" Before you complete your sentence you're again interrupted by the girl beside you. "And this." She shows a packet to everyone.

You are well aware of her game. The thing you aren't aware of is how to get yourself out of this mess.

"It's the same drug. It was in her bag."