Jungkook blinked, he looked up at the board.

The whole world had disappeared from around him, he couldn't hear nor see anything anymore.

His tender heart had began jamming profusely against his chest. His stomach turned crazily inside him.

Once again, Jungkook looked at his phone. This time, a whimper escaped his mouth. He threw his index finger up, scrambling to his feet.

His eyes was glued to the floor as he clutched his phone tightly in his other hand clamped by his thigh.

"Yes, Jungkook?" The teacher turned to him with a brow raised.

"C-can I be excused?" He croaked.

"Yes, you-"

Jungkook dashed out of the classroom, through the hallway and to the toilet.

He stumbled into the last stall and collapsed to the floor not bothering with the pee trails by his side.

"Oh, God, no. Oh, God, no. Oh, God, no," He cried for what he had read to be wrong. He prayed that his eyes had developed a problem and he had not seen well.

Tears poured from his heart as he read the post.

He's a student in the 3rd year. He's tall, maybe good looking. He's a faggot, who loves slurping on the yeast infected dick of a 'charming playboy' in his class. He says he's petrified of sex, but didn't he get banged in the bathroom stall by that pretentious, cheating nerd in his class. He's constantly off and on with that short satanist in his grade too. What a lying slut!! Yet he acts like he's better than everyone, like a saint but inside he's just a rotten can of worms. Can you believe it?

Anyways, guess who the student is. His initials are J.JK. Use your head it's not that hard ;) And you're welcome, now you know the snake in your midst.

"Oh, my God," Jungkook sobbed sliding his full body to the floor.

His eyes felt heavy.

"This can't be happening to me."

Jungkook felt like he was in a dream. Like, he just had to do something to jolt himself back to reality.

"Who's doing this to me? Who's doing this to me?"

Jungkook tugged at his locs as he got to his feet. He felt his bladder fill up.

His hands fisted his hair, as his shut his eyes tight, biting hard on his lip.

If the ground could open up, he would fall right in and never come back up.

Realization hit him like little drops of water. Coming at him one at a time.

"My mother is going to kill me," Jungkook flailed his hands in the air helplessly.

His heart raced speedily like a race car driver. It banged against his chest like an angry thug fisting against the gates of his debtor.

He brought his phone to his face one more time, heaving and heaving.

The post had been made exactly 15 minutes ago, while class had been in session.

Jungkook cried out his heart. He couldn't imagine what reason anyone had to hurt him that way. His heart had broken apart and he felt betrayed.

The post had been made by someone who knew him. Someone he had confided in. Besides Jin, the only people who knew about his relationships and his fear of sex, were those he had been in the relationship with; Taehyung, Yoongi and Jimin.

He couldn't imagine it ever being any of them. None of them could have done it.

He couldn't believe any of them could have done it. Why would they do it?

The person that made the post had clearly done it to hurt him, to spite him. He was a virgin, not a slut. He had done nothing wrong, but love. Why did he have to go through all these pains because of it?

What would he tell his mother? She was going to kill him when she found out, especially when she finds it on the internet.

In the moment, no one had guessed it was him. How would he keep it that way? Unknown.

He had to report to the principal so they could take it down before anyone figured it was him. His high school life would be over, that is of his life itself wouldn't already be over by them.

Wiping his tears, Jungkook discreetly left the stall. Luckily the bathroom was empty so no one had heard him cry.

He left the bathroom and walked to the Principal's office, looking back in paranoia.

He could hear his heartbeat in his ear.

This was his only hope. He held onto it like his last lifeline.

He prayed and sobbed silently for the principal to be able to help him. He couldn't be made a laughing stock before the students just months before his graduation.

Something had to be done fast.

He quickened his pace in fear of someone guessing he was the one and posting it because the students were commenting like crazy; and their comments weren't friendly.

On getting to the principal's office, Jungkook let out a shaky breath, eyes shut.

He knocked the door.

"Come in," The deep voice of the principal came out.

Jungkook's hand hesitated on the knob. His lips quivered.

"I said, come in," The voice repeated.

This time, Jungkook turned the knob and pushed the door.

"Jungkook, come in," The Principal motioned him over. He was sat on his revolving chair, piles of files and inspirational texts bundled atop the table leaving just the middle of the table in front of him blank, with just an open jotter and a ballpen.

Jungkook took shaky steps over, his legs wobbly from nervousness eating his strength.

"Take a seat, take a seat," Principal Li said, sitting out ans leaning against the chair.

Jungkook took a sit, burying his head in his hand. He began to sob.

"Jungkook, what is it?"

Jungkook couldn't find the voice to speak. He unlocked his phone and slid it over to the Principal.

His heart hurt as he cried in his hands.

Please, help me, he cried inwardly.

He heard principal Li sigh.

"J.JK?"

"It's- it's me," He cried out.

"I know. Jeon Jungkook," Principal Li noted.

"I'm not a slut," He stuttered. "I didn't do any of those. I don't know who would do this to me. I have no idea," His voice grew louder and incomprehensible with every word.

"Calm down."

"My mother would kill me if my name goes out," He cried. "You have to help me, Sir. They can't find out it's me."

Jungkook wasn't fond of the Principal, but in that moment, the man was his only hope.

"No one is going to kill you. I will speak to your mother personally if it comes to that. But no one will touch you, I promise," Principal Li assured.

Jungkook nodded. He finally brought his head to show tear stained face.

"Now, don't cry."

He nodded again, wiping his face. Heaves escaped his throat occasionally.

"It's okay, it's okay," Principal Li cajoled, picking up his own phone.

Jungkook looked down at his feet, pinching his fingernails.

"Yes, Stan Lee, come to my office right away, please."

His throat felt occasionally dry. It had to work.

"You know Mr Stan Lee, right?"

Jungkook nodded. He was their Language teacher.

"He knows a thing or two about computers. Let's see if there's away he can take down the post, okay?"

Jungkook nodded. He felt momentarily relieved, hopeful. It was now upto Mr Stan Lee to hurry up and take it down.

It took the man long enough, amd Principal Li had to ring the bell for next period.

Jungkook sat restless in the sit. The short break was enough to cause much damage.

He took his phone feom the table and with shaky hands, went to the post.

"It's out," He blurted.

"Jungkook-"

Jungkook shook his head, new tears forming and falling almost immediately. "It's out, Sir. They know it's me."

"I know."

Jungkook's body shook. He jumped nervously in his.

"I saw it when you gave me your phone. I didn't want you to panic any more than you already were, so I didn't tell you."

Jungkook faced away from the Principal and began to cry his heart out.

His life was over.

How was he going to face the embarrassment?

"No one is going to touch you, I will make sure of that." Principal Li reassured. "I'll call your mother and explain everything to her."

Jungkook shook his head frantically. "Please, Sir, no. I'll tell her myself. When I get home I'll tell her everything. You can't twll her, she'll kill me if she's out from someone else," He choked out.

"It's okay."

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Mr Stan Lee walked in.

"Stan Lee, come on in."

Mr Stan Lee bowed in greeting, eyeing Jungkook curiosly. "Is he okay, Sir?" He asked the principal but didn't look away from Jungkook who was sobbing.

Principal Li sighed. "His colleagues decided to play a stupid game on him."

"Is he getting bullied? Do they still do that?"

Jungkook almost remarked on how stupid that question had been.

"Cyber bullying, and if nothing is done about it, it could be worse."

"Ah, these kids wouldn't be reasonable for once. Why cyber bully a child!?" He felt for Jungkook.

"Show him the post, Jungkook."

Jungkook passed the phone to Mr Stan Lee who heartily and sympathetically read it.

He shook his head. "Such gory words and inhumane statements."

Principal Li clapped. "You see the world we live in. The kids have taken the internet not as a tool for expanding their knowledge, but a weapon of destruction."

Mr Stan Lee hissed. "It's okay, Jungkook."

"Is there a way you can take down the post?"

"Yes, I can."

"Please do that at once. The boy is hurt enough from reading it."

To Jungkook, there was no point in taking down the post again. Everyone had already seen it. They all knew. They all hated him. So, the post might as well be removed that moment or be left for the next 100 years, the damage had ready been done.

"I'll remove it, but I want to use this student as a scape goat, Sir."

"How'd you mean?"

"I will trace whomever had posted it, and bring the student to light."

Principal Lee nodded in agreement. "Do that please. That student has to be punished."

"I will."

Principal Lee turned to Jungkook."Don't worry, Jungkook, everything will be fine. You have done nothing wrong, so no harm will come to you."

Jungkook didn't believe his words, but didn't say anything too.

"You'll be fine," Mr Stan Lee added, reassurringly.

"Stan Lee, please take him home. Make sure you escort him to his locker and bring him safely to his house."

Mr Stan Lee nodded in understanding. "Yes, Sir."

The principal turned to Jungkook. "Go home. Come back tomorrow. Okay?"

Jungkook nodded, not finding words to respond as he got to his feet.

"Drive safely, Stan Lee."

Mr Stan Lee put his hand around Jungkook's neck and ushered him out.

Class was in session so the hallway was empty. Jungkook took his things from his locker, not bothering with his books in his class, before leaving the school building with his teacher.

Jungkook was lost for the whole of the ride, holding back his cries so as not to draw any pity or start a conversation with Mr Stan Lee.

All he wanted was to go home and drown in his sorrows.

When Mr Stan Lee pulled over in front of his house, Jungkook hurriedly thanked him before climbing out and racing into his house.

He rushed to this room, locking the door behind him. His cries began to leak.

He kicked off his shoes, climbed into his bed and cried his heart out.

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I know this chapter is sad 😔 but...

WE'RE #1 IN JINKOOK!!! 🖤🖤🖤