Jungkook's POV » later that day

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get last night out of my head.

I go through the events to prove my theory of who spiked her drink. I kept an eye on her most of the night- not in a creepy way- but to make sure nothing would happen.

Yeah, you did such a great job, huh? I think sarcastically.

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I keep myself occupied with any girls that decide to talk to me, but I'm not looking for sex tonight if I'm being honest with you.

But when I see Ellie standing awkwardly in a hallway with couples kissing either side of her, I take my chances and greet her.

Long story short, I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad, but I was also satisfied when I left her blushing and flustered even without touching her lips.

Later, though, I spot Ellie going to the kitchen and I follow her with my eyes until she gets to Seokjin. We used to be best friends, and then Harley happened, and we're not anymore, but that's beside the point.

I keep an extra close eye on them and it irks me every time she giggles at one of his jokes, brushes up against him, etc. He's a damn good flirt, and she clearly has a thing for him.

At one point a girl comes up to me with dark brown hair, distracting me from Ellie and Seokjin for the five seconds it takes them to leave the kitchen.

But they come back minutes later and I watch as they talk for I don't even know how long before Ellie makes her way towards the main room and across the floor. I follow her with my eyes until she disappears behind the wall of the hallway.

Gosh, I need to stop staring at her whenever she's within eyeshot. Snap out of it, Kook!

I look back to Jin who is looking down at his phone and smiling before taking a drink of his beer.

A red haired girl comes up to me with a high-pitched voice and tight clothes that hug her body. As soon as she sticks her beer breath next to my ear I see Ellie walk back to the kitchen.

I pretend to be interested in whatever this chick is saying, occasionally talking or flirting back with her for her own enjoyment.

That is, until I peer over to Ellie and Seokjin but Ellie is gone again and Jin looks slightly agitated. There's another guy there now and he's trying to make conversation with Seokjin but I can't see his face.

I see Ellie out of the corner of my eye coming towards me and she looks a little unstable like her knees are made of jelly or something.

And then out of fucking nowhere, she wraps her arms around my neck tightly and kisses me!

I'm too shocked and flustered to do anything at first, but I get my act together and begin to kiss back, melting into her addicting lips like a knife through soft butter. Never before did I think the remnants of alcohol on lips would taste so good.

But then the logic of the situation comes to the forefront of my mind and forces me to pull away with pink cheeks. I know something's up as soon as I gaze into her wobbly eyes.

She is sure she only had three drinks the whole night, and right then is when I tell myself that she must've been drugged. Someone really had the nerve to slip drugs into her drink?

I immediately take her out of the party and to her dorm. Not because I have intentions of taking advantage of her, but because I don't want whoever drugged her to get what they want.
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The chilly wind blows against my face as I walk to the student parking lot. I heard he would be cleaning out his car for the upcoming break next week.

I scan the parking lot, my eyes flickering over different cars and the utter lack of people. And then I spot him at his car holding a backpack of things.

"Seokjin." I call his attention when I get closer and he turns to me, glaring as soon as he sees me.

"What do you want?" He inspects a small item from the glovebox before standing in front of me.

"Why the attitude, Kim?" I'm already pissed off.

"I don't know, Jeon." He mocks, "Maybe it's because of last night. You took advantage of her, didn't you?"

"So you did roofie Ellie?" I confirm my theory and clench my jaw. This sick fuck.

"Of course not," he rolls his almond eyes.

"How would you know her drink was spiked?" I spit and tighten my fists.

"Same way you did, dumbass. She was acting strange as soon as she took a drink."

"And you just expect me to believe you? She drank from a drink she left with you."

"Look, man." He glares at me, "I didn't spike her stupid drink, you know I wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, well who did?"

"I don't fucking know, Jungkook!" He raises his voice, "Besides, I don't even care if she was drugged. She's just a nice set of tits and ass, you know that, right?"

Out of pure impulse, I swing my fist straight into his face with so much force that it knocks him back a few steps, a loud smack and a crack from his nose comes from the impact.

"Oh come on, Jungkook," He's clearly in pain and holds his bleeding nose, "We both know you don't actually care either." It's like he wants to get his ass beaten.

I punch him again, rage pumps through my veins and my skin gets hot with fury. Another loud thud and he falls against his car before acquiring a malicious expression.

He tries to retaliate and swing at me but I move away before rapidly coming back in to throw a few more hard blows that are backed with every ounce of anger I can muster.

"I get it! I get it!" He yells in defeat and I stop, pulling back with bloody fists and hate written all over my face.

He looks up at me from his position on the ground with his back against his car door. His nose is broken, lips are busted, numerous bruises are going to form soon.

"You better get it," I demand with power laced in my voice, "If you don't, we both know this will be a lot worse next time."

"Fuck you, Jeon!" He yells at me, slurring his words slightly because of his busted lip. "I didn't fucking drug her!"

"You really think so?" I chuckle and step closer to him. I crouch down and he flinches a little when I get down to his level.

He smiles, "You know as well as I do that you only want her for her body, anyway. And let me guess, you fucked her at your dorm after that? Gosh, I bet she was happy in the morning."

"We didn't do any of that." I glare at him intensely, "And I don't want her for her body."

"Oh, is Jungkook the 'good guy' now?" He chuckles as blood drips from his nose, "I don't believe that for a second."

Out of all the vicious animosity I have left in my body, I pick him up by the collar of his bloodied shirt and throw him against his car. He stumbles on his feet and comes back at me, getting me with a punch on my mouth.

"I didn't roofie her. You just want someone to blame." He heightens the anger of the moment, and with one last punch, he's on the ground and I'm still standing.

»»»Ellie's POV, Sunday«««

Following Friday and Saturday, I need a break. So after doing all of the assignments from my classes, I try my hardest to relax before bed. Although, it's already 11:00pm.

I take a long bubble bath with cherry-scented body wash and calm music playing in the background from my phone.

I leave my hair up in a messy bun when I get out of the warm bath and drain the water before getting on an oversized shirt and sweatpants with the university logo on the side. Afterwards, I go to my bed and sit down with my back against my pillows and my legs under the blanket.

Reaching over to grab my glasses off my nightstand, I also pick up my book and rest it on my lap before placing my big, round glasses on the bridge of my nose.

I read for about an hour, content with my surroundings while everything is quiet. Even the music playing from my phone seems to become background noise as I read through each line of the story.

But the more I go through the endless paragraphs, the more I get distracted by my own unrelated thoughts to the point where I can't even read the words in front of me.

I try my best to think about the very last thing I did Friday night, but all I can recall is talking to Seokjin after I got back from the restroom.

Am I sure Jungkook didn't do anything? I want to believe him, I really do, but something still violates me about this whole debacle.

Jungkook is practically famous for being with any girl who's willing in bed. I can't trust him, I know I can't. He's nothing short of a slut, from lack of better words. There's no hard evidence that he didn't do anything with me last night, even if everything else lines up perfectly.

When I took a bath, I still checked for any marks. I don't physically feel like he did anything to me, but even then, he could've had me do something to him. How do I know that didn't happen? How do I know Jungkook didn't somehow drug me?

I don't, and that's my problem.

I can't take it any longer and I pick up my phone, quickly shutting off the music to call Jessie. She said she came to my dorm and saw us, she would know if anything was up.

"Hey, hon, what's up?" She answers right away.

"Are you sure Jungkook and I never did anything?"

"I'm pretty positive, why? Did you find something? I swear if there are any weird marks on you, I'll beat that boy into next year–"

"No, no." I look down at my bare nails to keep myself occupied, "It's just that I'm not sure. I mean we slept right next to eachother, am I wrong for still questioning the situation?"

"You slept with a blanket between you. He was on top of it so even if he wanted to touch you, he'd probably be uncomfortable in the position required for it. He was fully dressed, shoes and jacket even." She explains, "When I saw you two at first, I really did think something was up. I thought he took advantage of you, but then another thing happened and I just trusted that he didn't. Believe me, hon, he wouldn't do that."

"What happened that made you think that?"

"Just take my word for it." She reassures trustingly.

"Okay, I will." I nod even though she can't see me, "Thanks, Jess."

"No problem."

We talk for a little longer because I still need something to distract me before hanging up, but that's when I still feel the need to find out more.

I get out of bed, put on a bra and hoodie, and take off my glasses before heading out.

It's after midnight, am I really doing this right now? I don't want to disturb anyone, but I just can't settle down and relax because my mind is flooded with terrible theories.

I walk the chilly distance to the mens dorms and go in. Nervously, I make my way up the stairs and go straight for room 210.

I hesitate for a while, asking myself if I really want to know the answer right now. Do I really want to figure it all out at this hour? Can I not wait until tomorrow?

It'll be fine, I just want to know one thing and then I'll be on my way.

I knock and wait for a few seconds before I hear some movement from inside and then the click of the door knob.

A shirtless Jungkook greets me with bed head and sleepy eyes. He does a double take at my own appearance before arching one of his eyebrows, "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" I ask in a small voice and he looks around me for a second before nodding and moving out of the way.

I walk in and see the familiar stack of sketchbooks on his desk, his dark comforter laying wrinkled on the bed, and the couch with a hoodie thrown on it.

"I found out who roofied you." He doesn't seem to acknowledge my not-decent-at-all appearance, and sits down on the couch next to his bed.

"What?" I don't know whether to be relieved or scared.

"Isn't that why you're here?" He asks and rubs his eyes, "There's no other reason you'd come over at 12:45."

"Yeah," My head falls and I suddenly fill with regret. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrupt you."

"It's okay," he lets out a sleepy yawn, "Anyway, do you want to know?"

"Yes." I glance into his doe eyes and he leans back slightly.

"Seokjin."

"Seokjin?" And my whole heart shatters. I had my suspicions because he had my drink, sure, but I didn't want to believe my inner conscience.

I've liked Seokjin for a long time, and now that I get this news... It hurts to say the least.

"Seokjin?" I echo again. "H-How do you know?"

"He was the only one who could've done it." He claims, "he was right there, and he likes you so.. I mean, put the pieces together, I guess."

"And he just... Doesn't care, does he? He didn't think I would care if he did that?" My voice gets more broken as anger rises in me.

"Take a breath." He tries to calm me down but it only makes me worse.

"Jungkook, I could've been raped!" I raise my voice at him, "If I didn't leave with you, he could've done anything he wanted. And I wouldn't remember any of it! He's a fucking sicko!"

"I know." He agrees calmly and I throw my head back before squeezing my eyes shut.

Tears are dangerously close to being released and the stress of the situation is so prominent that I have to make a conscious effort to not break down and sob right here in his dorm.

I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of any of that happening. I can't believe I liked him. I can't believe I liked him enough to trust him after only an hour of talking! How stupid can I be?

"I took care of it." He informs me after a few seconds of extremely tense silence.

"I'm such an idiot." I blurt to no one in particular, but it defaults to him, "Why would he do that? Why would I let myself get into that situation?"

"It's not your fault." He assures me but I shake my head and my eyes fall to the ground hopelessly.

"But it is," I pace back and forth. "I should've seen all the signs leading up to it, I should've known it was going to happen."

"You couldn't have." He logically states from the couch, "It was unexpected. No one would've thought he was going to do that."

"I just-" pause, "I could've stopped it from happening."

I stare into his deep eyes that somehow give me that safe feeling again, and he silently motions for me to go to him.

I feel distraught again, and for the second time this weekend, I fall to Jungkook for needed comfort.

I sit next to him on the couch and wrap my arms around his bare torso, laying my head on his shoulder.

I can smell whatever shampoo he uses and it's calming to say the least. It soothes me to be this close to someone again because I haven't even kissed anyone since my ex and I broke up months ago.

In all of this madness, I know I can lean on Jungkook. I know he'll put up with me, and I don't want to take advantage of that aspect of him, but in the moment I feel like I need to.

In every other situation, he would be flirting carelessly with me and any other girl that crosses his path. He's a man that sleeps around like his whole life depends on it; and that is my excuse for taking advantage of his open shoulder. Because deep down I feel like he deserves to be treated like how he treats everyone else; nothing but a one time use.

"Don't blame yourself," he says softly and rubs his hand up and down my back, washing away my thoughts.

"I wish I could just go back in time to stop him, to stop myself." I whisper against his soft skin as a few tears slide off my cheek and meet his chest.

"I know," he lets out a slow breath, "I do, too."

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Oooooh dramaaaaaaa~~~~

Also, did you like when it was Jungkook's POV? Or would you prefer to only see Ellie's POV?