-Few Days Later-

As expected, I haven't been seeing much of Jae after school. Yes, at school I'd see her but that's about it. She always tells me about Jimin, and his skills and what they do. Never really going into detail on the acts they perform together, not that I wanted to know about it anyways. But, I can literally care less about it, I don't care about the things he does. I think she is just trying to brag that she gets dick because she thinks that I don't. 

Haha, jokes on her. 

“Yup.” I nod, “But like.. he is so damn.. like.. skilled, you know?” she asks as we eat our lunch. “I bet.” I mumble as I push around my food. “I wish we could talk about your sex life but I know you don't have one.” I just stare at my rice, bitch. “Because if you had one.. you'd tell me right?” she asks. Your brother. "But I know in my heart that you don't." She says so seriously.

"And I know you're not the type to sleep around or even just give it up to the first guy you lay in bed with." Where is she going with this? "I mean, I'm not one to judge but if you did that I would be really surprised.. because, you know, you're just kinda a good girl." And she's not?! She always has been, up until now. Is being a good girl supposed to be an insult?

"Like, you just don't give me that like.. 'I just want sex' vibe." She continues. "You're not like a slut or anything, I know that. You also don't give me that vibe, you're like.. too average looking to be like that." My eyebrows knit, like I've said before about my appearance, I'm a pretty basic Korean looking girl. But the fact that she's saying it like this, just insults me. 

"What?" I look up at her, clearly showing her that I'm ticked off. "I mean, I didn't mean it like you're ugly or anything. I meant that you don't give me slut vibes." My eyebrows knit even tighter together, but she's not even looking at me. "Just because a girl is really pretty, you think she's a slut?" I ask her. "No, not necessarily. I think you heard me incorrectly." 

"No, I think I heard you pretty clear." I tell her, it's like she's not even listening to me when she laughs and continues. "No, look. There are just certain girls that give straight up slut vibes and you don't.", "Are you mixing up looking like a 'slut' with confidence?" She lets out a breath, "No, there are just girls that everyone just knows she has sex with everyone." 

My head twitches a bit, "Okay, and? So what if a girl has sex with a lot of people? Like you told me, it's their body." Her nose crunches, "That is just so slutty, she has no respect for herself if she just gives herself up like that." I lick my lips, "But it's okay for guys to do that? Guys can do it, and be fine but if girls do it they're sluts?" I ask. 

"I mean yeah, I don't get why you don't see it that way. I think it's pretty disgusting if a girl does that." I laugh, "That is so toxic of you to say that, I don't think that it should matter. It shouldn't matter the gender of the person, if you think it makes a girl a slut to do that.. it makes a boy a slut to do that too." And she finally looks at me, she knows who I'm talking about.

"A guy gets props about having sex with all these girls and is considered a player, he gets praise. But when a girl does it, it's disgusting. I think if it's disgusting for a girl, it's disgusting for a guy. It should be equal amongst the genders, no one gender is more superior than the other." I tell her, she stares at me for a second then shrugs, so I look back down at my food.

I give up, fuck!

"I guess.. it doesn't matter too much because honestly it's like, it's your body not mine. It's not like I can tell you not to or anything." Shut up, shut up. "I just don't see you doing that though, like personally. I don't think you would but who knows." She keeps going on about it, clearly she's having doubts about it. She obviously thinks that I would and wouldn't tell her. 

And the fact that she thinks this way is so wrong, crazy how we've never talked about something like this.

She's trying to get me to say something, probably to confess that I've already had sex. But she's very much mistaken, I will never tell her. She's using some form of reversed psychology, she's playing mind games right now. I call her bullshit. "You'd tell me though, right? Right? You would tell me?" She asks almost hysterically, I knew it. “Probably.” I shrug. “Am I boring you?” she asks. 

“No, it's just that you don't really talk about anything else that doesn't have to do with dick and Jimin.” I mumble quietly. “So I bore you.” this girl isn't even hearing what I'm saying, fucking figures. My words are literally going in one ear and out the other as she sticks to her own assumptions, but on second thought… I am bored. “No.” I quickly say. “Wow, what is with your attitude?” she asks. 

Now she is really starting to piss me off to the fact that I’m not even hungry anymore, and I’m a fat ass. This bitch just ruined my appetite. 

“Nothing, I'm just kinda tired of listening to you brag about stuff like that.” I finally confess, she just stares at me. “I haven't been talking about it that much.” she shrugs. “And I’m not bragging, why would I brag?” I let out a heave of hot air. “Holy fuck.” I say to her and her eyes widen, 

“You've talked about that boy since you laid in bed with him. Since you started talking to him, it's really exhausting.” I tell her. “He practically lives inside you.”, “I don’t get why it’s such a big deal, I bet that if you had a boyfriend, you would talk about him all the time." She doesn't even care that I'm about to get up and throw my rice at her. 

"That's not the point, do you understand that? You don’t." I mumble. "What's the point?" She asks immediately. "That you are so obsessed with him that you don't even act like yourself anymore." She gets very quiet. "Don't you get that I don't want you to turn into one of those girls that you despise so much? I don't want you to be a hypocrite." 

She looks down at her nails, "I didn't realize." And I wonder if she cares, or she's just saying it to make me stop yelling at her. She can even be lying to me, acting like she gets what I’m talking about, but is just saying that but is actually mad at me. Anything is possible with Jae, she’s just a little surprise in a cracker Jack box, except that it’s every day of her life. 

Thank the lord baby Jesus that Jungkook isn’t like his sister, I honestly probably wouldn’t even be into him if he was. “Well, you’re always blabbing about stuff that you never even care nor check how I react. Just like that shit you talked about right now.” I shrug. 

“And I’m super tired of it Jae, you need to really check yourself and your priorities. Because right now it’s saying a lot about you.” She stares at her food. 

“Are you hearing me?” I ask her, “Yes.” She says. “I’m not telling you this stuff to make you feel like shit, or telling you I don’t want to be your friend. I’m telling you because I don’t think you realize what you’re doing. I’m just trying to help.” I close my lunch and she looks at me, “But unfortunately, I know you way too well. Tomorrow you’re gonna be back on your shit.” 

I aggressively push my hair behind my ear, “What’s so great about Jimin anyways that you can’t even talk about anything else? What happened to you liking that pop group? Or is Jimin like.. the only boy alive to you now?” She stares at me, “Does it really even matter Yuna?” I blink twice, “What?” I ask. “Does it really even matter?” She asked again, I know I hurt her. 

“You just care about yourself.” She has the audacity to say. I almost laugh so loud that the whole fucking room would stop to listen. I clasp my hands together, trying to control myself and hold down this wave of rage. “Oh really?” I ask through gritted teeth. “Yeah, I’ve realized that a lot about you lately.” She closes her lunch too, oh.. we’re about to say stuff we don’t mean. 

“Oh? Please, please explain to me because you’re all knowing and you recognize other people’s shit but not your own.” Her eyebrows knit at what I just said. “You’re so invested in getting Jimin and I to break up, that you’re just worried about me and not yourself.” I bite my tongue. “Why don’t you just go find yourself a boyfriend, so you can stop bitching about mine.” 

I laugh to myself, “You realize that you’re talking about yourself, right?” Now she’s getting pink, we’re almost to the stage where she’s gonna get up and leave. Then I’m going to have to run after her and say that I’m sorry for what I said, and she never apologizes. She never apologizes. “You are so very invested in controlling me and getting me to be just like you, and that’s sad.” 

“Oh really? That’s what I’m doing?” She asks, with such an attitude in her voice. “Yeah, I think once you back off and stop worrying about me having someone, or getting laid. I’ll stop worrying about you and your ‘boyfriend’.” I air quote, and her face changes to the most angry expression I think I’ve ever seen on her face. 

“He is my boyfriend.” She says angrily. “More like your fuck buddy.” I tell her, “We have a lot of sex, okay?” She tells me as she bobs her head with a sassy attitude. “Have you ever had a single conversation?” I ask. “Yes, we talk all the time.” She rolls her eyes. “We talk all the time, I don’t get why you care if you don’t even like him.” She flares her nostrils at me. 

“I just don’t want you to be one of his pocket pussies, that’s all.” I shrug. Her mouth drops, “Is that what you think I am?” She asks. I shrug, “Maybe, he has a pretty big selection of them in this room. Maybe don’t set expectations way too high.” I say. She stares at me, but now she looks sad. 

“That’s pretty messed up, that the one person you care about, tells you you’re just a piece of ass.” I stare at her as she grabs her lunch and stands. “You know what, Yuna?” She pulls her hair out of her face and looks me straight in my eyes. “You’re a fucking bitch.” She then turns and walks out of the canteen. 

Am I though? 

I sit by myself for a while, before I decide to get up and take my half eaten lunch to my locker. I look down the halls, Jae is nowhere to be found. I hear whispering, and I follow it. When I get to the end of the hall, I slowly peak my head out to see.. Jimin and a girl. Who is most definitely not Jae. My eyebrows knit. 

I lay my back against the wall and prepare to listen, who knows, maybe this is the information I need to prove that Jimin can’t stay loyal. 

“So, we’re not gonna fuck. That’s what you’re saying.” The girl sounds angry. “I already told you straight up that I have someone, dude.”, “Oh yeah? What’s her name? Does she go here?” She asks quickly. “None of your business.” He says straight forward. “Oh, so now you’re tied down.. that really sucks for you Jimin. Not only for your position socially, but in general.” The girl spits. 

“I really don’t care about my social status, and if you do. I feel sorry for you, because I just wanted you to know that after high school.. no one is going to remember that you were class president. No one's gonna care.” He says, “But everyone is going to remember the man whore in school.” He chuckles, “And the little sluts that voluntarily fucked him.” The girl gets quiet.

"You're so concerned about losing me as your sexual release, but not enough to even tell people you used to fuck me on a daily basis. Not that you hit me up all the time, not that you're a little fucking freak in the bed. That you like to get choked and crazy shit like that, but I'm just your little secret right? Because you're class president and being the good girl everyone looks up to, is what keeps your reputation."

I place my hand over my mouth, so.. girls actually.. use Jimin? "I don't do any of that." she says hysterically. "Oh.. looking around to make sure that no one hears huh? You really care that much about your reputation." Jimin mumbles. "Okay, so what? Why does that matter? I'm just trying to fuck Jimin.. Don't you get that?" I hear lockers crash. 

I peak my head a bit, she has pushed Jimin against the lockers nearby. Her hands grip his shirt, she raises herself to her tippy toes, trying her best to get her face closer to his. "I can't lose this with you Jimin, I don't think you get that." He just stands there calmly, "It's just sex.. I don't understand why you need it from me and you can't get it from someone else." 

She just stares at him,"If you haven't already." he adds. "Because you're the best I've ever had, you're basically a Sex God. I don't get why you can't just fuck me one more time right in those bathrooms overthere." He shakes his head, "No." Her eyebrows knit, "Please, just do everything to and with me one more time. For old times sake." She smiles sweetly at him.

Park Chungae, she's the class president of our graduating class. She definitely doesn't give off the image that she would mess around with Jimin. She hides her true self very well with preppiness and the way she talks so sophisticated. I don't know who I feel bad for more, her because she works so hard to be someone she's not. 

Or Jimin, because he's just being used for his body and being kept from basically the whole school. He fulfills all her fantasies and her kinks, and she treats him like he doesn't exist in front of everyone. But he still lets her come back just to use him.. or does he use her too? 

“You see, you’re not as different as I am.” He mumbles. “No, I’m nothing like you.” She rebuttals, letting go of him and wiping her hands as if he was dirty. “How much should I bet that you fucked Taehyung too?” It’s quiet. “Why would you care?”, “I don’t, I’m just saying you have an agenda of your own. Who do you think you’re gonna get next?” She giggles, which is so out of place. 

“The last guy of your friend group.” And my mouth goes dry. I lay my back against the wall again and just listen.

“Jungkook?” He asks, it’s quiet and I’m guessing she’s nodding or something. Jimin lets out a low laugh, the type of laugh that makes the other person feel stupid. You know those laughs.. right? “Fat chance.” Jimin says. “Oh, if I play my cards right, he’ll do it.”, “Nope, sorry about that dude but you’re not gonna get a chance at all.”, “Why the hell not?” She asks. 

“He’s not like that.” Jimin states with such confidence.

"Oh come on, I almost never see him with any girl. I'm sure he's itching to get laid." She says with just as much confidence Jimin had. "Just because you don't see him with anyone, doesn't mean he's not getting his meat beat." She laughs, "Oh please, he looks like a virgin for sure." Jimin laughs back, and I get the feeling he's going to say something that's gonna tick her off.

"You do too, but look at you. Over here trying to get me to shove my dick inside you, choke you, pull your hair and hold you up against a wall. You're a little freak, so don't go off assuming he's a virgin or doesn't get pussy, because I assure you.. you're just stupid." She's quiet. "So what you're saying is, Jungkook fucks around too." 

"No." Jimin lets out a breath. "I don't get it then." It's quiet for a few seconds, "Forget it, I'm done talking to you. Leave Jungkook alone, I don't give a fuck about what you do.. but leave him alone." She then gasps, "Oh my gosh, are you trying to say that Jungkook fucks guys?", "NO!" Jimin yells with such anger in his voice. 

It honestly scares me, and he usually doesn't scare me because he's a mochi but.. besides the point, he's pretty pissed. 

"He has someone too, leave him the fuck alone. He won't even give you the light of day.","You both are together, aren't you? That's why you're so mad." I then hear a loud crash and I peak, Jimin just punched the shit out of a locker. "NO, just shut the fuck up. He's with the girl of his dreams, and has eyes for no one else." She lets out a whine. 

"Well that sucks ass, all the hot guys have someone.. I mean.. there's Taehyung." she mumbles, "Yeah, why don't you just do him." She chuckles, "Maybe I will." She said as if it were a threat. "Just please, don't tell anyone that Jungkook has someone.", "Why not?" She asks quickly. "It's no one's business." He says seriously, though it sounds like she's not taking him seriously. 

"I think everyone would like to know that two of the school's hottest bachelors are no longer available." I can hear the snobbiness in her voice. "Then I think the whole school would like to know everything I know about you, and everything we've done together." It's quiet for a split second. "You wouldn't." She almost cries. 

"You sure? Don't want to give some girls some inspiration for their fan fiction smut writing? It's pretty good stuff, if I say so myself.", "Don't you fucking dare." She says, angry now. "Okay, then don't you say stupid shit like that then. Because believe me, what you say will only cause what I say to fuck up your image more than it will him and I. You know how this shit works, you'll get more shit for what I say." 

It's quiet again, "Fine, we have a deal." She finally says, her voice has no emotion. "Lose my number too, don't message me again." He adds, "Okay." She replies. "You should get back to your little preppy friends at your little special table." He tells her. I then hear steps and I press myself as hard as I can to the wall, as if trying to blend in with it, or be one with it.

She walks past me, not even noticing. Then Jimin walks past me, getting a glimpse of me, then he stops and stares at me. He stops in his tracks. I slowly bring myself off the wall, quickly placing my hands behind my back. "I've learned a lot about you in the moment that I was standing here." He just clenches his jaw. 

"I'm so sorry, Jimin." I let my arms fall to my sides, "I didn't know half of the stuff you had to go through before Jae, and I still don't know." He still doesn't say anything. "If there's anything that I can do that will show you that I'm sorry, I'll do it.", "Stop talking shit about me." I nod quickly, "Done." I say. 

Then I let out a breath and look away from him, "I wish I knew all this before I said some pretty mean things to Jae today at the table.", "Wow." he spits, causing me to look up at him, "You are really something, Yuna." He has a certain expression on his face that I can't explain. I can't tell if he's mad or sad.. or hurt. 

"I've never done anything to you, ever. You just went off of what you heard about me and you never thought to ask me about shit you heard, you just believed them and you constantly tell Jae shit you don't understand." My mouth goes dry, "That's so high school of you, I thought you were better than that." He lets out a harsh breath through his nose, "Whatever." 

He looks up at me, "WHATEVER!" He booms at me, making my heart race. I stay in place for a while, I know now that I'm a horrible person. 

**

After school, Jae is nowhere to be found and neither is Jimin. I'm guessing they're already heading to the Jeon apartment. It doesn't seem to faze Jungkook, it hasn't for about a week so I don't see why it would today. "Are you ready to go?" He smiles. "Yeah." I say simply, he licks his lips. "You okay?" He asks, "I'm completely fine." I smile at him.

I quickly close my locker so we can leave and he won't- "Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" I can't tell him that Jae and I had a fight, because then he's going to take us to their apartment and tell me to talk to her. And then we are gonna walk in on some Jimin buttcheeks or something. 

"I've been thinking about something." I tell him. He raises his eyebrows, "About what?" I blush, "We can't talk about it right now." His face drops, he has no idea what I'm going to talk about. He seemed more eager to get to my apartment, I'm honestly surprised that he didn't say anything about- "So I saw that you and my sister had a fight." I just pooped myself. 

"What?" I ask him as we are a block away from the apartment complex, "Yeah, I saw my sister blabbing about stuff I probably really don't care about. I saw you getting really ticked off with whatever she was saying, it's really not that hard to notice that my sister was probably being stupid like always." I have nothing to say. 

"I really don't know what my sister said, or maybe what you said to her. I'm sure that she deserved it, hopefully she learned her lesson. Don't worry about, I shared a womb with her and she still bugged the crap out of me. Believe me, there were times I just wanted to shove her out of my mom and just finish baking by myself." I can't help but start laughing so hard.

He smiles, "I hope that made you feel better." I smile, "Yeah, it made me feel a whole lot better." I only feel a bit better, this issue also involves Jimin. I feel really shitty about that too. We enter the complex. “So, do we have to wait until we get into your apartment for you to tell me what you wanted to talk about?” He has such a smug smile on that face, it’s about to go away.

“Are you into BDSM?” I ask him when we are in the elevator, “WhAt?” He asks as his voice cracks. “Are you into BDSM?” I ask him again, ever so casually like I'm not shitting myself right now. I definetly have a fucking log in my underwear right now. 

“W-What is that?" He asks, his voice is now shaking, I smile at him. "You know exactly what it is, Jungkook." I chuckle. I watch him while he stands in his place, he nervously wipes his hands on his slacks. 

"I-I uh.. I-", "It's not that big of a deal if you are or not, I was just curious because of certain things." I smile at him as the elevator opens and I walk toward my apartment, he lags behind. "What?" He asks, "Yeah, like what happened on the plane ride over here last week." He gets extremely quiet. I even have to look back to make sure that he's still there while I unlock my door.

"What happened on the plane that makes you think that I'm into.. that?" He finally says something. I open the door and we walk in, "Nothing, just how you reacted to me scratching up your wrist. You acted like you really-" I'm then pressed against the wall, I let out a heavy breath. His body is completely against me, he looks down at me with a certain look in his eyes.

With his other hand he closes and locks the door, "Would you like it if I were into that?" His eyes look so.. dark. Jesus. Just, impregnate me already.. just kidding, no teen pregnancy for me please. I feel myself get so wet because of the way he's acting right now, I try my best not to smile so big. 

I slowly look up at him, slightly tilting my chin up and giving him a teasing tone, "Maybe." I mumble. He lets out a breath as he chuckles, his eyes avert from my eye to my lips. OH, he's about to do something to me and I'm going to throw up out of excitement and nervousness. 

"We should go to your room.." He suggests, "NOW." he adds. I inhale deeply, "Okay." I say ever so calmly.

Shit. 

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