THE DRUGGIE. J. JUNGKOOK.

three.

highlands beauty.

highland highschool; the staff, the students.

sure, there's still philosophy, but other than that we build our own projects and follow computer programs at our own pace.

the chairs and tables are all ergonomic, comfortable, though often we choose to sit on the floor mats at the low tables, or on the couch.

every room has a learning guide, a teacher, who's job it is to inspire and guide us when we ask for help.
but not at highland. no one gave a shit.

your whereabouts, your personal lives, your status, it was all up to looks and rumors.
y/n sat in the back of the class, scribbling on her blank white notebook on the side of the computer.

the smeared pen ink seemed to have faded into a picture of her mother without even her realizing.
she blinked away the image and lowered her tense shoulders, not wanting to be bothered.

it was the most peaceful hour for her, the one where the class was forced to be silent to work on their individual projects but all rules were rejected by the troublesome teenagers.

a hand ran down the sheet of paper she worked on before tapping on it twice, drawing y/n's sharp eyes up to the person who dared to interrupt her.

"see our paths crossed once again," he received the same annoyed look she returned when they met at the convenience store.

"oh come on, am i that ugly?" the brainless teen took offense to her quietness, the girl continuing to work as if his presence was dreamlike.

no one bothers to say anything of meaning anymore. we're stuck in an endless loop, oblivious to the importance of... people. they're just tools in our pointless existence, a way for us to try and convince ourselves of our own importance.

we put on a mask of false friendliness, fake a smile and feign meaningful conversation, and then move on, forgetting that the other person was anyone of value.

hearing his friends laugh slightly boosted her ego, loving how she embarrassed him without intention.
a scoff left his mouth before he turned to leave, followed by two more guys who couldn't stop their laughter.

but one special joker stayed.
"nice to see you again, princess." y/n could sense the smirk on his face, not even having to look at him to witness it.

"likewise." the boy put his arm around the chair she was perched on, leaning back to inspect her persona.
"the names-"

"jungkook, jeon jungkook." the girl cuts him off, snapping her head in his direction to be met with wide yet fairly amused pupils.

how questionably odd it was to see the black-haired boy under the same roof again, if she was not mistaken, he had been like that for several days.

his hair was tousled yet neat, cut and parted down the middle. he was wearing a pair of boyfriend jeans that were not exact to his measurements and a loose sweatshirt.

sleeves rolled up in a fashionable way, he had a scar engraved on his upper arm that reached down below the nape of his neck, or was it ink? she could not see especially when she was from an undistinguishable angle.

he was taken aback by how she talked to him like he wasn't the most idolized student in highland, instead her message of bluntness was in the ambience.

"you're quite disobedient, aren't you love?" he says.
the word cringe? an understatement.
he leaned closer to y/n, grabbing her chin between his fingers and forcing her gaze to meet his with another cocky visual.

the bell rang interrupting their intimidating play, she shoved him back in his seat and grabbed her school possessions, not forgetting to whisper alluringly in his ear before heading to the canteen.

"flattery will get you nowhere..."

"why the long face?"
now sitting down across her friend in the cafeteria during lunch hour, june noted how sad y/n looked while she ripped open the pack of sweets she got from the vending machine.

june and y/n were complete opposites, one could be foreseen as a bitch while the other was full of flowers and stars.

but somehow they managed to find a contentment in their friendship.
friends are stars and the black velvet in any dark night, bringing comfort within whatever reality you find yourself in.

"it's nothing." a fake smile planted on her face as she mumbled those words, tossing a piece of the sugary sweet in her mouth.

"junho? parents?" june listed off as if she was able to read her friends clouded mind.
the sun streamed through the windows, yet her mind was clouded with grey.

yesterday had been fun, but today she worried that her friend really found her boring at the lunch table.
her mood ricocheted between low and lower. she had no energy or motivation to bypass all the bullshit her personal life had to offer.

"junho is acting really weird, i don't know what to do." june settled her hands on top of y/n's, worried for her.
ever since they first got together she had an uneasy feeling about her boyfriend, whether he was truly a good guy or not.

"do you think he cares?" that particular question caused a lump to form in y/n's throat, one that she couldn't swallow.
in reality, no. but she fancied the belief that he did.

"it'll all unfold tonight, junho proposed a date." june's eyebrows furrowed at her words, she didn't have the heart to let her already antsy friend know her boyfriend didn't have the best intentions.

"call me if he pulls anything, alright?"

time ticked slower than usual, five minutes turned into thirty, thirty turned into forty-five. perhaps her friend was right, he didn't care.

bitterly cold and humid - such an enchanting combination. every surface, every blade of grass and twig is growing long ice crystals ten or more millimetres in length.

they are little forests of ice, pure white trees growing without roots. when y/n gazes into the distance she sees the low fog that clings, hiding the homes at the top of the street; she felt it all.

winters breath on her skin. it whisks heat away leaving her pale even though her blood still runs warm.
she clutched her handbag tighter to brace the chilly weather as well as the doubt she held in her current relationship.

it didn't hurt her as much as it should've, it more aggravated her feelings of wanting to leave home tonight to be outside, no matter who it was with.

she phoned him one last time, only to be sent to an automated voice message.
scrolling through her contacts, her finger hovered over her friends number, debating on whether she should call her at this time.

and the phone began ringing.

© THE DRUGGIE