"Sorry, Hyung, but I've already done the ruining," Jungkook smirked from the doorway.

What in the petty hell did that mean?

"I just came to make sure she's sitting there," he added, eyes locked on me.

Okay, stalker vibes? Weirdly specific? Why does this man keep showing up like a badly written plot twist?

Before I could even lift an eyebrow, he shoved an open cage into the room, slammed the door shut and.... Chaos.

Grasshoppers.

Flying.

Everywhere.

Screams erupted around me. I shoved the table, tried to stand, but something yanked me back. My chair. My freaking frock was caught on something underneath it.

"Emily!" I screamed, already losing it. "Mona!"

They couldn't hear me. Their shrieks could've woken the dead. My eyes darted to the window — and there he was. Jungkook. Watching. Smirking. Enjoying this.

Oh, you're dead. I will end you. With my bare, bug-covered hands.

The room was a blur of flapping wings and flying limbs. Grasshoppers were crawling into my hair, sliding down my back, creeping inside my clothes — and worst of all, I couldn't even move without ripping my frock and flashing the entire classroom.

Great. Death by embarrassment. Classic.

"Girls, come out!" Namjoon's voice cut through the screams. I watched Mona and Emily bolt out, still swatting bugs off each other.

And me?

Still stuck. Still very much losing my mind.

"Help," I choked, barely able to breathe. "Jungkook... help me." He walked in slowly, like he was strolling into a damn art gallery. His stupid grin stretched wider when he saw me squirming.

"And why should I?" he asked, voice dipped in fake innocence. Grinning like the twisted bunny villain he was.

This—this was beyond cruelty. I could feel myself slipping, drowning under the sheer humiliation and fear and god, the bugs. My hands slapped uselessly at them, but they kept crawling back, relentless.

"HELP! EMILY! MONA!" I wailed.

Nothing.

The windows were all latched. I was in a freaking glass box of horror, and he was just standing there. Watching. Thriving.

"Nina?"

I barely heard Namjoon through the buzzing in my ears.

"Please—help me!" I waved my arms at the blur that was probably him.

"What the fuck is your problem, Jungkook?!" Namjoon barked, storming in like an avenging angel.

Jungkook actually had the audacity to pout. "Wae, Hyung? Let her be."

Let me be? LET ME BE? I'm not a piñata, you overgrown ego stick.

Namjoon pushed past him and knelt in front of me. His face came into focus — soft, concerned, angry on my behalf. That broke me.

I just—hugged him. Collapsing into him like the world stopped spinning. All I wanted was to disappear, to not exist in this hellhole for five seconds.

"Let me help you," he said gently, reaching down.

When he tore the hem of my frock free, I felt more exposed than ever. Even though I was still sitting, something about the ripped fabric made me feel... bare.

He took off his coat and wrapped it around me like a shield. I clutched it like it was the only thing holding me together, tying it tight around my waist as I stood up.

I didn't look back.

Not at the bugs.
Not at the classroom.
And definitely not at Jungkook, who had just proven he wasn't just an arrogant jerk — he was dangerous with a smile.

But something in me — something quietly burning — knew this wasn't over.

Oh no, Bunny Boy.

You started this war.

Now watch me end it.

JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V

I crouched beside the desk like a predator marking his trap, swiping transparent superglue right where she'd sit. Clean, invisible. Surgical. Just how I like it.

Nina Park. The chaos in heels. She thought she could throw a punch and walk away clean? Cute.

She has no idea what kind of game she's entered. I'm not some street-level thug. I'm far worse. I don't just destroy — I reconstruct people's nightmares around their pride. And right now, hers is about to snap like a thread.

"I'm gonna ruin you," I muttered to no one but myself. "You'll be begging to go back to wherever the hell you came from."

Taehyung's voice snapped me out of my thrill. "Yo, why aren't you in the meeting, bro?"

"Be there in five," I said, shoving the grasshopper cage under the desk. The chaos was prepped. The game, loaded.

And then? Release.

Screams. Chaos. Pure, glorious panic. It was like an orchestra of terror. Girls tripping over desks. Someone cried. Someone cursed. The insects swarmed like smoke, thick and fast. And through it all — her.

There she was — stuck, struggling, calling out names like someone would actually come for her. Pathetic. And yet... I couldn't look away.

I leaned on the window frame, watching her panic, every line of her body tense and trembling. The clown was cracking.

I should've walked away. But I didn't. Instead, I stepped into the wreckage. Just for fun.

"Help me... please," she whimpered.

Damn. That hit harder than I expected. I blinked.

"No," I replied, cool as stone. "Why should I?"

And then — Hyung.

Namjoon burst in like the freaking hero, all honor and righteousness. He didn't hesitate — rushed to her, knelt like she was a damn princess. Tore the edge of her frock. Gave her his coat. Gritting my teeth, I looked away. Too late.

She clung to him like he was salvation. My jaw clenched. Why do I care? I don't care.

"You're messed up, Jungkook!" she snapped. Eyes wild. Voice trembling.

"You really wanna know why?" I smirked coldly. "Because I wanted to see you suffer."

Tears pricked her eyes. She slapped me.

"You bit—"

"Jungkook." Namjoon's warning shot through the air like a blade.

She left with Hyung — covered in his jacket like some fragile little porcelain thing. The room was suddenly cold. Silent. I hated it.

The cafeteria reeked of antiseptic and apologies when I arrived. The girls surrounded her like she was royalty, broken and worshipped. Emily clung to her. Mona looked at me like she could set me on fire with her eyes.

Principal Kim showed up, all fury and fake smiles. "Jeon, I'll be calling your parents. We need to talk." Her hand smacked my shoulder.

Whatever. Call the UN for all I care.

Then she turned soft to the girls. "Please forgive my student," she said, almost bowing. The girls nodded. Quiet. Subdued.

Even Nina. Quiet. Why the hell was she so quiet?

I expected fire. Sass. A verbal slap that would sting for days.

But silence? That cut deeper.

And when they all glared at me — eyes filled with rage and disgust — it hit different. Something I didn't have a word for.

Mona sneered. "You're banned from our meetings. And our parties."

I laughed — low and sharp. "You think I give a damn?"

But I didn't care about their stupid meetings.

I only cared that she looked at me like she hated me. And for some reason, I wasn't sure I liked that.

No. This isn't over.

She's not walking away untouched. Not yet.
I'm going to make her wish she never met me.

Even if it wrecks me too.

AUTHOR'S P.o.v

The day blurred into dusk, dragging itself toward a breathless end.

Emily had already left, her father whisking her off for the weekend. That left Nina and Mona packing up their chaotic day and heading back to the apartment — or, well, almost.

"Mona, can you wait here for a sec? I need to return this jacket to Namjoon," Nina said, her voice casual but her eyes darting.

Mona sighed like she'd just been handed the weight of the world. "Seriously? I'm wearing sequins, Nina."

"Then sparkle while I sprint," Nina shot back.

Namjoon's coat was too much. Too warm, too oversized, too kind. And Nina wasn't about to go home looking like a walking apology wrapped in someone else's chivalry. She needed to burn that moment off her skin — starting with this jacket.

She slipped back into Panther High with the folded coat in her arms, her steps brisk, her pride intact. The cafeteria still held the tail-end of testosterone central — the Teddy Bear Club minus its leader and resident psychopath.

"Nina?" Harry blinked, as if he'd spotted a unicorn. Apparently, a girl on school grounds was cause for a full-blown meltdown. And, of course, the stares started. Eyes dragged over her like she was a spectacle on a stage. Her hands clutched the jacket tighter.

"Where's Namjoon?" she asked, spine straight and voice firm.

"Aww, you broke my heart, doll," Harry smirked. "Asking for him when I'm right here?"

She didn't flinch. Just handed him the jacket with the kind of grace that cut deeper than a blade. "Give this to him. And tell him I said thank you."

"Sure thing, beautiful," he replied with a wink.

Nina didn't wait for more. She turned, heels clicking like punctuation down the hallway toward the exit — her escape route from all this testosterone-infested madness.

But escape didn't come.

She didn't even see it — just felt it.

A sudden hand. A yank. Darkness.

She was dragged into an unlit classroom, and before she could even scream, a palm clamped over her mouth.

"Don't. You. Dare," Jungkook hissed against her ear.

Her body went rigid, instincts screaming for war. She struggled, kicked, shoved — but his grip was concrete.

"What's it like, huh?" he snarled. "Seducing my friends with your little broken-doll act?"

Her blood chilled.

"Wearing outfits like a whore," he spat.

Red. That's all she saw.

She shoved him off with everything she had, rage lacing her every breath. "You are absolutely disgusting."

He laughed. Cold. Unbothered. "What, gonna cry now? Call your daddy?"

Slap. Sharp and satisfying.

His head snapped to the side.

Then the smile disappeared.

He lunged before she could raise her hand again, slamming her against the wall with brutal precision. One hand pinned both of hers above her head; the other wrapped around her throat — not tight enough to choke, but tight enough to remind her she was breakable.

"Touch me again," he growled, breath hot against her cheek, "and I swear to God, you'll regret being born."

She stared up at him — fury dancing in her eyes, not fear.

He was close. Too close. And something unspoken simmered between them — rage, maybe. Hate. Or something darker.

"Fuck. You." Her voice was calm. Deadly.

Then she spit. Right in his face.

That was her moment.

She yanked the pepper spray from her bag, clicked, and unleashed hell.

"AUGH—What the fuck did you do to my eyes?!" he howled, stumbling back, clawing at his face.

She didn't wait to see the aftermath. She bolted.

Her lungs burned. Her hands trembled. But she didn't stop until Panther High was behind her, Mona's sequin-covered figure barely visible near the entrance.

"What the hell took you so long? I thought you died or something!" Mona barked, halfway out of the area.

She clutched Mona's hand like a lifeline, her pulse still thundering beneath her skin. Every step away from Panther High felt like a silent scream, mascara smudged and fury simmering just beneath the surface.

Her lungs were tight, like she hadn't fully breathed since she walked into that godforsaken building. She wasn't sure what rattled more — the echo of his hands on her skin or the storm raging in her chest.

This wasn't fear. This was war.

And Jungkook had just lit the match.

......

She came for peace. He offered chaos. Let the games begin.

How was the chapter?

Kookina is way too harsh...especially Jungkook.

Continue reading, you are gonna have to see how Nina gets her revenge for what Jungkook is about to do to her next.

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