a/n: im putting in so much taennie lately,, sksksk whatever bYE—

"Oppa! I dyed my hair, how do you like it?" Roa piped, linking an arm through Jin's.

"It's...nice."

"I think it's pretty." Jisoo complimented, side glancing Jin. "Blonde tips suit you."

"Thanks, I was asking my oppa though."

Jisoo rolled her eyes, Jin noticed the look, trying not to laugh.

"It's meh. You should try something bold though. Like Jisoo's hair." He ran a hand through a few of her black to dark purple strands.

Roa frowned, grabbing onto his arm tighter. Jisoo on the other hand, swatted him away from her hair.

"Hey, watch it. This hair takes a lot of preparation."

Roa hated seeing the two flirt. It was nasty and disgusting. So, she shot Jisoo a fake look.

She hated Jisoo. The girl was literally perfect. There was nothing wrong with her! She was friendly, pretty, easy to talk to, smart, everything that Jin was.

It made sense that he always talked to her.

But Roa didn't like him talking to her. He should only be talking to her.

She wants his attention only.

"Hey Soo, you wanna' head to the library after school?"

"Oppa, you have to pick me up from my field hockey practice though!" Roa pouted, watching Jisoo.

Jin rolled his eyes, Jisoo shrugged. "I'll have to pass Jin, I have to hit the gym right after school, then I've got this family business dinner afterwards—wait. Are you free tonight?"

"Yeah, I should be—"

"Mom said we have pizza night tonight." Roa interrupted. Jisoo tried to hide her smile.

"I can skip one pizza night Ro. You were saying?"

Roa grumbled to herself, watching as Jisoo successfully asked Jin to accompany her to her stupid dinner.

Why couldn't Jin see that she wasn't just this annoying brat? That she cared about him more than a step-sibling should?

⭐️
SKSKKSKSKS MORE TAENNIE YAAAASSS

Jennie didn't like to follow around people. Scratch that, yes she did.

Taehyung always carried this mysterious aura around him like it was a security blanket. He seemed dangerous, with dangerous secrets.

Jennie liked secrets.

It was evening, around seven. Her parents may be expecting her home, maybe not. She didn't care.

It's not like they had a table of a home cooked meal waiting for her. Each person in their household was for their own.

A happy, beautiful looking family on the outside, but on the inside Jennie felt like an outsider.

She didn't use to be one.

Letting out a small sigh, she trailed over the stony pathway, watching the black hooded man continue to the trudge along several feet in front of her. He had ditched his motorcycle a long ways ago.

Where are you going Kim Taehyung?

She stopped in her own tracks, bending down to retie the laces of her boots, mind slowly zoning out as she did so.

Despite carrying such an intimidating aura, she also wanted to be treated like a normal girl.

Those types that still got picked up by their parents at school, the ones who didn't have to worry about what people thought of them constantly.

Like those happy girls Jennie didn't know the names of, but saw wandering the hallways. She often wished she was one of those.

Those girls most likely had their future set for them with happy smiles, they would probably think, "Oh, I know exactly what I want to do in life."

Jennie didn't know what the hell she was doing. She knew at the present hand, but she didn't know anything for the future. One of her many, many flaws.

"Now where did he go?" Jennie muttered in distaste, noticing the boy had disappeared. In her mental relapse, she had forgotten to keep track of where he was going.

She was really bad at this, wasn't she? She probably should've brought someone with her.

But that's right. None of her friends want to talk to her right now.

Jennie unclenched her fists, loosening them into her leather jacket. She continued straight, noticing the several alleyways which continued in different directions.

Was this like an abandoned train station? It didn't even look like one.

But Jennie soon realized it was one, feet stepping over the rusty train tracks. She switched on the flashlight of her phone, the only other light coming from the distant stars above and the orangey tint from a street lamp a ways back.

She stepped through one terminal, hearing the scampering of rats. Her lips frowned in disgust. Jennie hated rodents.

She heard the faint pattering of feet, then immediately switched off the light. Maybe it had been her imagination, there were still mice here.

Something, rather someone grabbed her hand, locking it behind her back. Jennie's first move was to punch them, but it seemed like they knew she would've done that.

Their hand kept both of her arms in a locked position, while the other had a hand over her mouth.

"Why are you following me?" Taehyung whispered lowly, daringly close to her ear. He smelled like smoke.

He removed his hand from her mouth, but didn't have any intention of letting Jennie loose.

"What makes you think I'm following you?"

"Princess, you used a flashlight. That says a lot."

"So, it was you. I wasn't sure if I was talking to some stranger."

"Listen, you need to leave. People like you shouldn't be around here."

"Since when did you care about me?" Jennie mimicked him, finally able to twist out of his grip.

She realized how flushed her ears were.

"I don't." Taehyung rolled his eyes, mocking Jennie's previous actions. "I honestly wouldn't give a damn if you came here, but knowing you...you're always carrying around trouble with you."

Jennie poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue. "What would you know? I hardly know you."

"I don't need to know you personally to know what you're capable of."

"Are you implying something?"

"Now, what in the world would make you think that?" He smiled sarcastically, leaning back against the wall. "Again, you're not as smart as I thought you would've been."

"You're an asshole."

"They say if the Queen of Hell curses you, you're bound to go to Heaven. So thank you really."

Jennie was fuming. This son of a bitch had the nerve—

"Jennie? Why are you here? What," Jennie felt her stomach sink in fear as Suho's stepped closer to her backside. "are you doing here?"

Jennie turned around, Suho's face looked furious. Eyes scanned from hers to Taehyung's.

Taehyung was smirking. Like he knew this would happen.

This asshole set her up, didn't he? He knew Jennie would follow him.

"What the hell are you doing with him?"

"So many questions Suho, give her some time to respond at least!" Taehyung had an arched smile, one that was definitely up to no good.

"I—"

"I told you to stay away from her. Taehyung, I asked you nicely once, don't test me."

"What?" Taehyung gasped over-dramatically, a hand pressed to his heart in mock hurt. "But I didn't do anything in the slightest! Your sweet sister followed me here."

Jennie shot Taehyung a glare, one he dismissed off his shoulder like it was nothing.

"Your princess is rather curious isn't she? I would hate for her to see what you've really been up to."

"You wouldn't." Suho hissed, Jennie watched as the two fought a silent battle.

Suho fuming into anger while Taehyung watched with a Cheshire smile. Polar opposites, Jennie understood why they didn't get along.

Taehyung was winning this round though, when he broke the staring contest, onyx eyes meeting Jennie's.

"I suppose I should wish you two a goodnight then, right?" With that, he saluted the two with his fingers, Jennie watched him leave down the concrete pavement.

Suho tugged on her arm roughly, one with more violence than necessary, hand clawing into her wrist.

"Yah Suho! Stop!"

"I told you to stay the fuck away from those boys, did you not understand that in your stupid brain? Do you even have a brain? Or is it just clay in there?"

His hand pressed roughly against the side of her head, Jennie didn't know why she was crying. It was useless, he never had any sympathy towards her anyways.

She was stronger than this, when Suho yelled like this, it usually never bothered her.

"Stupid idiot. Walk fast." He muttered before briskly taking off towards the exit. Jennie glanced down at her arm, before trailing after him, head down.

Taehyung heard everything from the hidden shadows with a tightened jaw.

⭐️

"So why are we here exactly?" Yoongi asked out of pure confusion. Jungkook laughed loudly.

"I come out here a lot."

"Into these woods? Jungkook, this leads to the back of the school."

"Yeah, I know."

"This was where—"

"Yeah, I know." Jungkook repeated. "Which is why I come here a lot."

"Kook, if the police find out you'll definitely be on their suspect list!"

"I know."

Yoongi tensed. Did this boy know that he knew his secret?

"And...you wouldn't want them to find out how you're actually related to her right?"

"What?" Jungkook halted in his tracks. "How would you know that?"

"The messages—"

"She told you too? Who else has she told that I didn't know about?"

"Wait she told other people?"

"Yeah—that doesn't matter. What do you know?"

"Enough." Yoongi mumbled, continuing to walk again. "You should be glad you two aren't still together."

"So I should be thankful to the blogger for killing her off?"

"N-No! That's not what I meant!" He sighed, turning back to the younger. "It's illegal Jungkook."

"I know." Jungkook caught up within a few steps, now a small branch in hand as he fiddled with it. "I broke up with her."

Yoongi nodded, relieved. Jungkook however, read his emotions.

"Wait, you thought I killed her? Because she pissed me off or something?"

"Keep it down!" Yoongi shot him a glare. "I never even said that."

"You didn't need to."

"Jungkook, I trust you! It's not something I say often, but believe me...I do."

"Can I trust you though?"

"Y-Yes, you can..." Yoongi hesitated.

Don't fucking lie to him, you murderer!

"Wait, what's this?" Jungkook crouched down, picking up something from the ground.

"This definitely wasn't here before."

"Where are we now?"

"Near the...back of the school." Jungkook muttered, turning over the phone in his hands.

A long vibration following two variations of text alerts. Both Jungkook and Yoongi reached for their phones simultaneously.

Buzz buzz bitches, consider this your first clue!
x o x o

"Buzz buzz bitches,"

"Consider this your first clue...what the fuck is she talking about?"

"Is this Sunsaeng-nim's phone?" Jungkook whispered, eyes widened in shock.

"So, the blogger had it this whole time...why does she want us to have it?"

"It's a clue Yoongi, but what does it mean?" Jungkook turned on the phone. "It's locked..."

"So first step, unlock it."

"Then what do we do from there?"

"We find out what our teacher has been hiding. There's no way the blogger could've killed her 'just for fun'."

Jungkook nodded slowly, passing the phone to Yoongi, who slipped the red cased device into his pocket.

He still felt bad about lying to Jungkook, but what else could he do?