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hi, when are you gonna post your next part for 28 Days and The Cowardly Warrior? love ur writing

Hi, I actually have 36 parts of 28 Days already completely on my wattpad! You can search 28 Days by drawfavs or just click on this link: https://my.w.tt/MikzrpXFMKI also have 7 parts completed for The Cowardly Warrior! Here’s another link for that as well: https://my.w.tt/ocNRViYFMKThank you for enjoying my work!! ☺️💝💝💖

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28 Days - Part 11

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

Read: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3: Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : Part 9 : Part 10 : Part 11 :

"What do you mean? This was a plot twist I did NOT expect." I crouch down and sit on the pavement, to prevent myself from freaking out.

"Are you saying that you and Jungkook...are brothers?" I spit out.

"Sort of. More like half brothers..." Taehyung scratches his head, thinking of a delicate way to rationalize the situation.

"I'm so confused. Please explain." I thought Taehyung barely even knew who Jungkook was. But apparently they're family?

"Once upon a 23 years ago, Satan fell in love with a mere mortal, Mina. Also known as my mother. Satan was a bit of a womanizer, but Mina really hit his heart. Well lack of heart, if you know what I'm saying," he cackles and raises his hand towards me for a high five.

I raise my eyebrow.

    Taehyung coughs awkwardly.

    "Anyways, Satan finally seduces Mina, they date and then you know what happened..."

    "No I really don't."

Taehyung begins humming a tune, while doing an iconic kpop dance.

"Do you know the song that goes 'Yeogi Buteora?"

     "Bang bang bang."

     "Yeah that's what my parents did."

      I smack Taehyung on the shoulder.

      "Dude!" I yell.

     "And then came me, the beautiful and majestic Taehyung!" He began twirling around and doing excessive amounts of aegyo.

     "So that would mean you're half devil, half human?" I ask.

     "Yup, pretty much." Taehyung shrugs his shoulders.

     "What about Jungkook?"

    "He's completely human. Not an inch of supernatural power in him. Extra plus ordinary."

   "He doesn't even know about any of this?" I ask.

    "Nope. As far as he knows, I'm just your boyfriend.  He has no idea about who I am and has no idea about our mother's past with Satan," Taehyung explains.

"So you're basically the half super natural brother living in the Underworld and Jungkook knew nothing about this, and resided on Earth?" I ask.

"Bingo! You catch on fast y/n." Taehyung pats me on the back to congratulate me.

     "But why would Satan want Jungkook dead? Isn't Jungkook one of his sons?"

    "And this is where you become slow again." Taehyung rolls his eyes and sighs.

     "Like I told you before, Jungkook is my half brother. Which means although we have the same mother, our fathers are completely different." Taehyung explains.

     "I bet Jungkook's father is really nice..." I hoped.

     Taehyung snorts. "Sure. You imagine that sweetie."

    "How would you know?" I cross my arms.

    "I've heard stories from my own dad..."

    "Can I know those stories?" I ask.

     "Nah, y/n. You already know more than enough about our lives."

    "But I'm curious. Why would Satan want Jungkook to leave Earth? What would that benefit him?" I was puzzled.

     Taehyung sighs. "Y/n do I have to spell everything out for you?"

"Jungkook is the only other son of the only woman Satan loves. But this son comes from a different father. You do the math."

"Um, Satan still cares for you and Jungkook equally?" I ask with optimism.

"You are really naive. I used to think it was cute, but now you're just getting on my nerves." Taehyung cringed and exhaled a deep breath.

"My evil father is barely capable of caring. I'm surprised he even could act romantic towards someone. Jungkook's father seduced Mina away from Satan. Satan wants revenge. What would be the best way to get revenge?" He asks. Taehyung doesn't wait for me to reply.

"If Jungkook's father stole Mina away from Satan, then he could avenge himself by taking one of his own progeny and dragging him to Hell."

    "Jungkook wouldn't even get to Hell. His soul is purer than a block of gold." I pumped my fist in the air.

"OH, if only if you knew. You don't know how much sins Jungkook has upon his shoulders." Taehyung chuckles.

"Impossible. Besides me, Jungkook wouldn't even hurt a fly. And I forgive him for everything."

"Y/n do you really forgive him? Honestly?" Taehyung walks towards me, invading my personal space.

"Uh of course I do. I want to save him so I have to forgive him," I explained my reasoning.

"Do you remember how much pain he's caused you in the past? Do you remember how he used to be a source of happiness for you but then became your daily pain? And you still forgive him?" Taehyung hovers over me and stares deep into my eyes.

"I do." I whispered.

"Doesn't sound like it," Taehyung snorts and turns away.

"But Jungkook is an underage high school student. He's too young to be accounted for everything. All of his sins will be forgiven. I know it..." I shifted one foot to the other, nervously.

"It doesn't really matter anyway. Satan would give up a thousand souls to Heaven just to take Jungkook down with him." Taehyung shuddered.

"Can it really work that way?" I ask.

"Of course. Heaven's goal is to get everyone saved from their sins meanwhile Satan's is the complete opposite. He wouldn't mind giving up a few souls though, to get his ultimate revenge."

     "And what good would that be? What would make him so happy about bringing Jungkook to Hell?" I rested my hand on my hip.

     "Satan would be able to taint his soul with greater darkness. It would be my father's pleasure to destroy Jeon Jungkook's soul."

There was nothing else to say. Now I absolutely needed to save Jungkook's life. I had to make sure his life was as long as possible. Satan wanted to make his afterlife miserable also.

"But Taehyung why do you care so much? How does this benefit you?" I was perplexed.

"Although I barely know him, Jungkook is my baby bro. We share the same blood. I think he deserves a second shot at living life to the fullest, even though I didn't really live one at all."

"But you're half human. And you're still here on Earth. Aren't you living?" I ask.

Taehyung snorts. "Yeah sure, if you mean collecting souls and bringing them back to the Underworld since I was a child is a life, yeah sure I lived."

"Gosh I'm so sorry."

    "No I'm sorry y/n." Taehyung sighs.

     "What do you mean? It's my absolute pleasure to help save Jungkook's life! I know he's a good guy on the inside," I say.

     "No I mean I'm sorry for what's going to happen after I dragged you into this mess." Taehyung hits his palm against his forehead.

He continues, "Like I said before, there are demons that are following us. And there will be even more who will follow and torment you. They'll do everything in their power to stop you from saving Jungkook."

"C'mon I've dealt with Ji Hee, how much worse can demons from the UnderWorld be?" I rested my arms behind my head and smile cockily.

"They'll hurt you..they may even try to kill you." Taehyung exclaims, waving his arms back and forth to emphasize the danger of the situation.

     "Yup that's exactly what Ji Hee did. So they're on Ji Hee's level. I can handle that." I challenged.

"Damn, I wish I could have your confidence," Taehyung raised his eyebrow, looking impressed.

     "Yup I'm pretty cool."

"And modest too.." Taehyung mutters sarcastically.

     "What?"

     "Oh nothing.”

"So you really think you can defeat these monsters?" Taehyung asks.

     "Heck no, but I gotta try right? I'm sure Jungkook would have done the same for me too."

"I hope so, because honey you got a big storm coming."

     "I can handle the storm." Besides, Jungkook is my rain.

     "Well, I gotta go." Taehyung says.

     "Why?" I ask.

"Even thought my father is angry at me and he's sent all these demons to spy on us, my job still calls for me."

"Oh right, collecting souls from Earth and sending them off to the Underworld." I recall.

"Precisely." He looks at his watch and begins freaking out.

"Oh my Lucifer, if I don't run now I'm gonna be late for the bus! I need to go to the town over to obtain the soul I need. There's not enough energy for me to teleport today, ugh."

He begins running away in the opposite direction. I give him a farewell goodbye. Taehyung finally disappeared from my sight.

I realized that the sunset had just passed, and it was completely dark out. It's going to take me an hour to walk back home from where I am. I really need to save up for my own car.

     Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I began walking my path home. I bury my chin deeper into Jungkook's scarf. It's definitely getting a bit chillier.

     My phone begins to vibrate so I take it out from my pocket. The screen was black, except for a battery symbol that displayed it needed charging.

     My phone was completely dead. And I don't have a wireless charger on me. So I'm basically screwed.

     I could go to Jungkook's house to borrow his charger...but he kicked me out before because of his Dad. He'll probably just force me out again.

     This situation isn't that terrible. I'll just be bored when I'm walking home with no music or apps to occupy me.

And I won't be able to call my parents if anything bad happens..but nothing could happen in a wealthy neighborhood in Korea. I should be completely safe.

     Right?

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When are u going ro upload pt 6?? Love your story 😊

Hi, I’m going to upload it today! Actually, I️ already have 34 chapters of my story uploaded on wattpad. Just search “28 Days” by the author drawfavs and you should find it!

Here’s a link: https://my.w.tt/UiNb/aE5ll7CHgK

Thank you for enjoying my story! :) 💕

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28 Days - Part 10

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

Read: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3: Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : Part 9

"I may enjoy destroying your life, but when anyone else attempts to, it hurts me." My eyes widen and the hair on the back of my neck stands upon feeling his hot breath hit my skin. I couldn't even move an inch.

   "R-really?"

"Yeah, I mean it's fun for me to prank you, but when other people do, it gets me...annoyed." He confessed. Is this how he views the chaos he created all throughout my life? It's all just for "fun"???

    "I just feel a bit possessive about other people torturing you. I mean it's our thing."

     "Our thing?" I choked.

     "Oh-uh I mean it's just those who hurt you pull it too far..." he stutters while scratching his head.

    He turns away from me and whispers to himself,   "Did I just say that too loud?"

    "You did," I chuckled. Then, I thought about something troubling and frowned.

"Y/n, what's wrong?"

"How am I supposed to cover my facial wounds up? If my parents see my face they'll freak out."

     "Oh I got it!" He runs to his closet and walks back to me. It appears he's holding objects behind his back. Without warning, he ties a black scarf around my neck. He then takes a baseball cap and places it on my head. "Just bury your chin into your scarf. The hat should be able to cover your forehead and cast a dark shadow. The fast healing medication should clean up most of your face tomorrow."

"Wow thanks! How did you get medication that heals so fast? Never heard about it before in the news." I was puzzled.

"Oh it's not legal in Korea yet...Wait did I just say that out loud again?" I️ nod, while my eyes bulge out of my head. Illegal medication. "It's weird.. lately I've been too chatty with you.." he casually says, stuffing his hands into his front pockets.

    "Um Jungkook you just said it's not legal in Korea! Please explain. Did you just put cocaine on my face?" I ask with exasperation.

"Don't worry, just because it's not legal, doesn't mean it's not safe. My father's job got us this medication..uhh wait that's confidential information." He hits himself in the head for saying something he wasn't supposed to.

"Anyways, there's things that the government doesn't give to ordinary citizens but provides to my family..and UGH I revealed another secret again." He shakes his head and mutters to himself. I️ never knew Jungkook was so dorky. He was known to be one of the most reserved people in school and even amongst his friends. He always had this cool attitude and never seemed to get nervous. Why is he stammering in front of me? I've never seen this side before.

      Jungkook inches closer to me and ties another knot on the scarf. When he tying the scarf, his hand slightly grazed the skin of my neck.

      "Just pretend you didn't hear anything I said in the last five minutes. Stay warm." He moves his lips closer and closer to mine. Then he kicks me out of his house.

I mean he didn't rudely kick me out. Jungkook realized his dad was coming home soon. He began freaking out and demanded me to leave. I was sort of offended. Was I not good enough to meet his dad?

I exit the mansion and walk through his gigantic yard. I saw the window of his second floor bedroom on the wall of his mansion. There was a beautiful bush with lilac flowers a few feet away. Jungkook must see that bush when he looks out the window of his room. It must have really pretty from his view upstairs.

I exited the gate and walked towards home with my aching body. Kicking a pebble, I sighed. That rich jerkbutt couldn't even call me a cab. But he's afraid of his dad, so I understood he wouldn't want me traced back to him.

I began thinking about his father's occupation. Jungkook said he convinced the strictest teachers to cover him for skipping class without doctor's notes. He also has medicine that can heal wounds extremely fast. It was so exclusive that the regular population apparently didn't even know about it. What was so special about him? Could money really make him so powerful? I don't understand how he could be depressed when he had more resources than most people.

I suddenly got angry. My parents had 12 hour shifts everyday for their jobs. I work during vacations and wanted to during school but my family wanted me to focus on my grades. They hoped if I scored well, I could afford college with scholarship. My older sister burnt her leg and had to take a break for university because we couldn't get decent healthcare.

My fist clenched at the thought of his wealth. I was extremely envious of him. Yeah, I could afford a cell phone and lunch money now. But there were dark times in my life that my family was kicked out from an apartment because we couldn't afford the rent. We had to go through hell just to have the right to live.

And here Jungkook was chilling in his mansion, showing no signs of real depression and he has the audacity to hurt himself? He had everything I dreamed of as a child. A palace for a home, loyal friends, the best grades, and respect in society. Why would he be selfish enough to take his own life?

I take a deep breath and tried to calm my self down. But I don't know the full story. I don't know what's behind that bunny smile. And I certainly don't know anything about him. Sighing again, I kicked another pebble.

"It's so hard for me not to judge you, Jeon Jungkook..."

    "Yeah that kid seems like a bit of a douche," a raspy voice growled behind me. I whip my head around and it was none other than the Legendary devil himself Taehyung. He was wearing a beanie and a big winter jacket.

"It's cold Taehyung, but it's not freezing. A sweatshirt would suffice. What's up with the snowboarding outfit?" I gestured to his clothes.

    "It may not be that cold to you, but I'm used to being around scorching fires and swimming pools filled with hot lava back home. Earth is a frozen wasteland in comparison."  Taehyung shivered like a neglected puppy.  I patted his beanie head, in an attempt to comfort him.

"There, there Tae Tae." He froze under my touch, and I coughed awkwardly.

    "AW you made a nickname for your BOYFRIEND. How sweet!" He hugged my arm and rested his head against my shoulder.  I moved away from his body.

"Gosh how many times do I have to tell you that you're not my boyfriend Taehyung!"

    "How about we practice and make it real?" He puckered his lips and leaned in for a kiss. He was moving in quite fast and I just didn't know what to do. I was too shook to stop him either. My body was frozen. Is today really going to be my first kiss? And it's going to be with a monster from the Underworld? Suddenly, a branch fell from a tree behind us. Taehyung looked towards the fallen branch's direction, but then moved his lips closer towards my neck.

    Woah woah WOAH am I getting more than my first kiss today? If he touches my skin, I'll elbow his gut. I closed my eyes, afraid to see what was going to happen. I feel his breath on my neck and he whispers, "Someone's watching us." I open my eyes, thankful, but scared.

"Oh my gosh, who?"

He whispers, "Probably some demons that my dad sent to spy on me." He shrugs his shoulders like it was a common everyday occurrence.

"And who exactly is your dad?"

"Oh Satan himself." Taehyung mutters quietly into my ear.

    "WOAH, WAIT! Your dad is-" Taehyung covers my mouth and puts his finger in front of his own.

   "At least WHISPER! And let's get out of here first." I heard a snicker from behind the tree.

    He grabs my hand but I pull back from his grasp. Taehyung was an attractive guy but it felt wrong when he held my hand. Like his hand wasn't supposed to belong there. Taehyung sighs and grabs my arm. "Come on!"

We run for 5 blocks, but then he stops. He huffs and puffs. His face was bright red.

     "How about we...take a little break?" Taehyung suggests.

     "I thought you were the all powerful super-being who could annihilate me at the flick of the wrist." I raise my eyebrow, unimpressed with his lack of athletic ability.

    "I am...it's just I'm so used to teleporting..exercise ain't really my thing." he says, taking deep breaths between each words.

   "Exercise ain't my thing either but I'm not worn out like you..are you okay, Taehyung? Why couldn't we just teleport?"

    "Here's the problem...my powers are sort of limited right now," he explains.

    "Why is that?"

     "As you know, my father is Satan. After bringing a bunch of souls to the underworld, he rewarded me with a time traveling superpower last month-"

     "Last month? You've barely used this ability and yet you experimented it on me?"

     "Yup, pretty much." Taehyung shrugs his shoulders.

"Anyways, my dad found out about me reversing time to prevent a death. He doesn't like this idea because he feels like I'm 'interfering with the forces of nature.'" Taehyung bent his pointer fingers to express the exaggeration.

"So he enforced a limit on my powers.  Oh yeah, he also was happy about Jungkook's original future-"

    "Why would he want Jungkook gone from Earth?" I choked.

    "Satan sort of despises him because Jungkook is one of the two sons of the only woman he ever loved."

    "And who would that woman be?" I asked.

    "My mother."

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28 Days - Part 9

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

Read: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3: Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : Part 9

Jungkook sits down on his bed and motions his hand for me to sit beside him. I stay frozen in my stance.

"Try again Playboy, I ain't never gon be on your bed," I snap. Jungkook looks at me strangely and bursts out laughing.

     "You have got to relax. I hope you realize you aren't my type at all. And why would I try anything, when you have a boyfriend?” Oh yeah, I forgot Taehyung and I were fake dating.

    "Bro Code are the rules. I'm just here to help. Am I not allowed to be a decent human being?"

    "C'mon Jungkook, when have we been decent human beings to each other?"

     "You make a fairly good point. I just feel so guilty about what happened today. I can't believe Ji Hee could be cruel to you..." he looks down in shame. “And I feel like it's all my fault. God I just want to die." He exhales a deep breath. Instinctively, I Dashi Run Run Run and sit beside him on the bed.

     "No no no! Don't say that. It wasn't in your intentions for Ji Hee to hurt me!" I patted his shoulder to assure him.

     "Yeah, but I'm a bystander sometimes, and it screws all the people around me over..." He then unexpectedly smiles.

     "I thought you said you'd never ever sit down on the bed, next to me, a Playboy?"

    I get up and tried to make up an excuse. "Uh, uh well you said you wanted to die..." I smack my head with my hand. "OH wait that's more of your dark humor?"

"Duh." He clicks his tongue and says "badum tss". "I still don't get it." I shrug my shoulders.

"You don't get a lot of things, y/n. So how about we get started on fixing your face so it doesn't get worse?"

"True..but first..." I get a chair from his desk and place it near the table of supplies which was next to his bed. "I'm using this seat, I'm not sitting on your bed."

"That's pretty pointless, considering you already sat on my bed and the chair you placed is right beside the bed.. but Do You.” He picks up the antibacterial ointment and twists the top off. He motions for me to get closer so he could put it on. Pulling back from him, I say, "I can do it myself, Jungkook, I'm not a baby."

"Are you sure you can? This ointment is fast healing, but it hurts like hell when you put it on."

Snorting, I grab the medicine from his hand. "It can't be that bad." Using my phone's camera as a mirror so I can see my face, I put a blob of ointment on my finger and place it on a cut above my upper lip. "HOLY SHITAKI MUSHROOMS! WHY IS MY FACE BURNING LIKE IT GOT STUNG BY A RADIOACTIVE WASP?" I scream and drop the antibiotic. I pull Jungkook by the collar of his shirt and our faces were so close that our noses were touching.   "WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?" I whined.

    "Yes, this is clearly my fault. I apologize. Wish I gave you a heads up beforehand," he rolled his eyes. "Yes it is your fault. How the heck am I supposed to put this on?" I pondered.

   "I could put it on you, and you could endure the pain-"

    "That's an INGENIOUS IDEA! Why didn't you suggest something like that before?" I yelped.

     Jungkook tousles his hand through his locks and chuckles. "I guess I finally met someone who's even more crazier than me.”  I sit down on the chair so we're across from each other. He squeezes the ointment out of the container and hovers his hand above my upper lip.

"Are you ready?”

     "Hell no, but let's just get this over with." He gently spreads the medicine on my upper lip. I wince, but the whole time, he's looking right into my eyes. Even though it's painful, it isn't as bad as before. His golden brown eyes gazing into my own distracts me from the pain. It's like he's my own personal adrenaline.

"Not that bad right?" he softly murmurs as he places more ointment on my cheek. His fingers are so gentle. He lingers his hand there for a few seconds after spreading the ointment. I felt that he was doing that on purpose but I don't say so.

     Jungkook does the same to my other cheek and chin. Our faces were inches apart and we continuously look into each other's eyes. This wasn't my first time that someone else put cream on my face. My parents and school nurse have done the same. But it felt so intimate when Jungkook does it. Why was my heart beating so fast?

     "Your hair is in front of your forehead, where you have a wound. Is it okay if I move it?" Jungkook asks for permission. I nod and he slowly pushes my hair from my forehead. But the weird part he doesn't stop. He ruffles my hair, with his fingers repetively. It felt oddly calming. He suddenly discontinues and I'm lowkey disappointed.

     "Oh sorry. It's just... your hair is so soft," he apologizes and pulls his hand away. His face turns red like a tomato.

    "Really? Thanks! I use a special shampoo and conditioner that my mom's hair stylist recommended to me. I can tell you the name of it if you want-"

     Jungkook shakes his head. "Nah I'm good." He finally places the last of the ointment on my forehead and neck.

    "Well thanks so much. I guess I'll get going now." I tried to get up but my stomach was hurting so much. But I couldn't fully stand up. Sitting back down, I grunted.

"Y/n are you okay?"

"I'm gonna be honest...no. My stomach is in ridiculous pain. It's getting worse with each second," I look down in embarrassment.

"You don't have to be so ashamed of yourself. Honestly, the fact that you're not even crying or fainted..I'm impressed," he says as he props his chin in his hand.

I perk my head up. "Really?"

"Yeah. You have a lot of pain tolerance in comparison to most guys I know. You're really strong," Jungkook admits.

I grin. "Thanks so much! So what are we gonna do about my stomach pain?"

"I guess we're gonna have to put some rubbing alcohol on it...which means you're gonna have to take your shirt off."

I back away from him. "Oh hell nah."

"Y/n it's really not that big of a deal..."

"It is a big deal to me," I cross my arms. I've never taken my shirt off in front of a guy before. Never even had my first kiss. Yeah, that may be pathetic to most people, but I only want to be intimate with a guy I cared for. And it's not like I didn't have the opportunity to get a boyfriend.  Even though I'm not the most attractive person, a few boys have flirted with me before. I didn't have feelings for them so I refused their advances. And now I have to take off my shirt in front of a boy I despised a few days ago?

"Y/n I won't do anything to you..Oh, I know why you don't want to!" Jungkook chuckles and smiles to himself, knowingly. Oh dear Lord, he knows I'm a virgin.

"You'd feel like you're cheating on Taehyung."

"Hahaha yeah. I care for my boyfriend a lot, you know." I tried my best to sound like I was telling the truth.

"I get it, but you can't put the rubbing alcohol on yourself. And if we don't treat those wounds properly, you can get blood poisoning." He shrugs his shoulders like he tells this to people everyday.

"Blood poisoning?" I screech, with my eyes widening.

"Yeah. Look, you taking your top off won't have any effect on me. If it makes you feel any better, I've seen tons of girls shirtless before, so I'm immune." He covers his mouth and realizes what he just said.

"Damn, Jungkook. Really didn't need that extra not ordinary information," I scrunch my face and look away, disgusted.

     Jungkook begins panicking. "That's not what I meant! The circumstances required it. You see-" I️ put my hand up in front of his face.

    "I'd rather not hear about the situations that led you with being with shirtless girls."

     "I'm sorry y/n for making you uncomfortable.."

     "It's okay, you're human. You shouldn't be ashamed of yourself, Jungkook."

"I know I sound like a major player. I don't want you to think of any lower of me than you already do-"

"I don't think of you any lower," I say with complete honesty. His sex life is his own business.

He sighed in relief. "If it makes you feel any better, I can take my shirt off too. So you're not alone.” He raises the edge of the bottom of his shirt and I immediately shut my eyes.

    "I'd rather you not, you Playboy!" I yell.

Jungkook giggles at my gullibility. "Okay, how about you lift your shirt halfway up? So it's still below your chest and we can take care of the wounds on your stomach. Sounds good?" Hmm, that actually was a decent plan. I wouldn't have to take off my entire shirt and he can take care of the main gashes. The cuts on my chest seemed minor anyways.

"Okay." I️ stand in front of him and slowly lift up my shirt above my abdomen. It was a bit difficult to, because my sweaty sweater stuck to the wounds. He looks down at my body and grimaces.

"It's not that bad right?" I ask hopefully.

"No y/n it's really bad. Your entire stomach is black, blue and red. What did they do to you?!"

"They kicked me with their high stilettos. Oh yeah, one of those annoying jocks also hit me. It was only for about fifteen minutes." I shrugged.

     Jungkook looks like he's about to pass out. "You haven't had any breathing problems or lost of consciousness since then, have you?"

"Nope just exterior pain," I say, trying to not make it sound like a big deal. He calls someone on his phone and they discuss my physical state. The conversation ends and he puts it back in his pocket.

"I just talked to Jin Hyung. You know he's studying to become a doctor right?" I nod. Everyone in our school knew he's  a medical prodigee. He would have skipped grades and graduated college by now, but he stayed in high school to get the normal teenage experience. Apparently, he volunteers at clinics and has saved numerous lives in the emergency room.

"Anyways, I told him your symptoms and he says you don't display signs of internal bleeding. But if you don't improve in a few days and you feel your health deteriorating, you have to let me or Jin know. Okay?" I nod again. I mean what else can I do? Go to the hospital and get my butt whooped by my mom?    She'll make me move to a different school if she sees my condition. I wouldn't be able to continue on with my mission. I had to trust Jungkook whether I liked it or not. Later, I'll check google when I get home to see if I'm dying or not.

"Alright let's clean your tummy now." He obtains a few cotton pads and puts rubbing alcohol on it. This is gonna be just fun. He tenderly presses the cotton pad on my abdomen and I squirm.

"Y/n you gotta be still, or I can't help you." He places his hand on my bare back to hold me still. I was about to sass him, but he just smirks at me.

    "Just go with it." I gulped nervously and he cleans my entire stomach, while his hand held onto my back. It felt strange, but oddly assuring at the same time. This was just like when we were having direct eye contact when he was cleaning my face. He distracted me from my pain. He moves his hand away and pulls down my shirt. "You're done."

"Uhh thanks," I stretch my arms. Is there anything I can say now?

     "By the way, our absence in is covered in class. I got the attendance teacher to cover for us."

     My eyes widen in shock. "You were able to convince Mr. Stein?" Mr. Stein was one of the scariest attendance teachers to ever exist. If a kid skips class, he haunts them by calling his parents immediately and standing outside of their classes waiting for an explanation. If the student doesn't have a believable excuse, he yells at them and sends them into detention for a week. Our school was very strict and barely anyone could get away with unexcused absences.

"Yeah, lets just say I can be very persuasive." He winks at me.

    "Huh? Honestly I don't even want to know." I'm assuming it has to do with the money his family has. But how can he manipulate the system and not feel guilty?

     "I try to attend all my classes in school, but sometimes I gotta help with my dad's job, so I skip. Stein covers for me always, which is nice," he says casually.

    "What's your dad's occupation?"

    His cheery smile becomes a cold stare. "You'd be better off not knowing." Jungkook was scaring me again.

    I sigh. "It's alright, I'll just leave then. But officer I got one question for you... WHAT ARE THOSE?" I point to his Iron Man socks he was wearing indoors.

     Jungkook glares at me, completely unamused. I️ cough awkwardly. "Okay I have a second question then." Jungkook raises his eyebrow. "Depending on what it is, I'll answer it."

"Why did you save me today? You were teasing me all week knowing that I wrote the lie on the board. We've pranked each other since we were kids. What was different about today that made you my savior instead of a villain?"

Jungkook pursed his lips together before finally answering. "I just dislike it when people abuse their power and harm others. It's different when I do it to you."

     "Different how?" I scoffed.

     "First thing, I don't ever have my friends involved in my mischief. It's all from my own resources.”   I open my mouth to argue, but he's right. His shenanigans just involved him. “Second, I don't think I've ever physically hurt you. Have I?"

     I have war flashbacks. No he really hasn't. Emotionally traumatized me? He hasn't done that either. He pissed me off a lot, but he's never crossed the line so far. And I've been equally terrible to him too. "I guess not."

     "But what Ji Hee did...it's unacceptable. Having a bunch of minions gang up on a single girl because of an ingenious prank?" Jungkook frowned.

     "Wait you thought my prank was ingenious? You liked it?"

     "Hell yeah! I wouldn't say it's one of your best, but not gonna lie, I was impressed. Also, Ji Hee's face after realizing the prize wasn't real was so funny. Ahh I haven't been that entertained like that for awhile," he reminisces and then smiles. "But wait how did you know it was me?"

     "I immediately recognized your bubbly handwriting. Surprised no one else did. See, you gotta be able to change up your writing. Major flaw in your pranking technique." I nod, soaking up his advice.

"I just hate people like Ji Hee who attack defenseless people. I mean if she wanted to hit you, she should have at least done a One VS One to be fair. But to be honest, she wouldn't win."

"C'mon Jungkook you know I wouldn't be able to stand a chance. She's on the school's dance team for Pete's sake." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah your body ain't got that muscle, but you have a fighter's spirit. If you actually tried, you could beat anyone," he says with sincerity.I shake my head. "Well I wouldn't be able to beat you. I mean you're a walking brick of muscle," I look down and gesture to his athletic physique.

"Excuse me, y/n did you just check me out?" Jungkook steps closer to me and cocks his eyebrow. "Uh, no, I was looking at your outfit. I love plain black shirts!"

"Sure. Anyways, back to Ji Hee. Yeah you lied. She could cry a river about it. But the fact that she had all these people holding your body, torturing you and you could do nothing to defend yourself. That's not cool." I nod. Someone who gets me.

"And the bruises and cuts...if I didn't come sooner, some parts of your body could have been permanently damaged. She probably knew. But didn't care because she was blinded by her hatred." I nod again. I didn't have anything to say. I didn't know that Jungkook had such a wise, old soul.

"I'm gonna let you on a little secret," Jungkook whispers. He looks around the room as if there were security cameras watching us. I️ inch towards him, eager to know what he was hiding. He gestures over to me, like no one else in the universe could ever know.

"I️ may enjoy destroying your life, but when anyone else attempts to, it hurts me."

[taeshabibi]

28 Days - Part 8

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

Read: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3: Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : Part 9 :

Part 8 - Just One Day

He turns towards me and lowers his face until we were inches from each other. Jungkook holds my gaze and says, "I know." He tightens his grasp around my fingers.

He leads me away from the scene and we walk towards the parking lot. The whole entire time, Jungkook doesn't let go of my hand. Not even for one second.

     I allow him to guide me to his car. He opens the passenger door, points, gesturing for me to sit inside.

     "Jungkook, where are we gonna go?"

     "Can you please just get in?" Jungkook begs with exasperation.

     "I just want to know where we're going," I explain.

     "I'm just tired y/n. I'm really sick of this place. Let's just take a little break, and at least get your face fixed up."

     I sigh. "Okay."

     I sit in the passenger seat of his car. The exterior was quite nice, but the inside of the vehicle was even better.

     He puts his key into the ignition, and drives out of the parking lot.

     "Damn this is a nice car. What's the name?" I tried to start some small talk.

    "Bugatti Chiron."

     I had no idea what he just said. Hell, I'm even surprised I recognized Taehyung's car as a Ferrari.

     We stay quiet as Jungkook continues driving. I break the silence.

     "So which hospital are we going to?"

     "I never said we were going to a hospital," Jungkook clarifies.

"Why aren't we going to one?"

"Doesn't your mom work as a secretary at the local one?" Jungkook asks.

He actually remembered that from our childhood?

"Yeah..." I answered.

"I don't mind going there, but do you really want to explain to your mother how you got pummeled to a pulp?" Jungkook snickered.

"No...she'd probably force me to do homeschooling or move me to the other side of the country," I admit with embarrassment. And then It would become impossible for me to help you.

     "Then where are we going?" I wondered.

     "To my house." Jungkook states blatantly, without sparing me a glance.

That took me off guard. It was only Day 3 of my mission, and I'm already entering his living quarters? I never expected to be so ahead of schedule of my plan.

     I excitedly whispered to my self. "Yesssss-OWWWW!" My head really hurts. I winced from the pain.

     "Don't talk too much y/n, the cuts on your face will only get bigger and more blood will spill from your wounds. Just keep your mouth closed until we reach my place," he commands.

     I nod and he puts on a local news station on the radio. He may be one of the only teenagers I know that listens to the news and not music when driving.

Jungkook drives for 20 minutes and we finally reach the ridiculously rich part of our city. This is where celebrities, businessmen and politicians inhabited. Only those loaded with money could afford residence here.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?" I squealed with astonishment.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd know where my house is," Jungkook rolls his eyes.

We arrive at this huge mansion, with gigantic gates and clock towers surrounding. I take my glasses from my huge pocket and put it on. My eyesight wasn't super bad, but it did help me to see the little details.

I always had a feeling he was wealthy, but I didn't know he was filthy rich.

     Jungkook entered in a 25 digit passcode to allow entry from the towering gates. He explains that the guards were on vacation and this passcode allowed him to enter through the gate. The house itself was impossible to enter without hand print identification.

    We finally enter through the door of his mansion. He holds the door open and we step inside.

     "I do have a bathroom on the first floor...but we're going to have to use my bedroom's bathroom," Jungkook casually says as he jammed his hands in his front pockets.

Wait, I'm going to be inside of the room where he sleeps? Today? I began freaking out. I desired getting close to Jungkook, but I did not want to be that close to his sleeping location.

     "Why?" I squeaked. I failed at not sounding nervous.

     "I don't mind you using the first floor bathroom but your blood is gonna get all over the sink..my family ain't gonna like that," Jungkook clarified.

      "Uh-uh okay..." I stammer.

     Jungkook chuckled. "Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen. I saved you today right?"

     I nod.

     "So can't you trust me?" he says, as he steps closer.

     I raise my eyebrow up and was about to give him a sassy, honest response but he interrupts me.

     "Okay, I get why you can't trust me. But how about just today. Can you trust me for just one day? In exchange for me saving you?" Jungkook pleaded. I gazed into his eyes, and he seem sincere.

      I really don't trust you at all...

     "Of course I can," I lied and follow him towards the spiral steps.

     It was difficult climbing the stairs. I didn't realize how much pain my body was in, especially my torso and thighs. I grunted with every step I took.

     Jungkook turns around and sympathizes with my deteriorating physical state.

     "Yeah, that happens. When you get into brawls, the wounds aren't that painful because of the adrenaline rushing through your system. The adrenaline distracts you from your agony, while increasing your mental concentration. It isn't until after, when the adrenaline levels decrease, that the real pain starts," Jungkook explains.

     "Ohh....wait how do you know that?" I asked.

      "Uh, lucky guess," Jungkook coughs and looks down.

"Sure it's a lucky guess. Do you participate in physical fights often?" I accused him. Are these brawls the origin of his depression?

"I'm a guy, y/n, what do you expect?" Jungkook lifted his shoulder in a half shrug.

"Men can be civilized and solve their issues without mutilating other people's faces. It's the 21st century, we're way past the barbaric times where every conflict is solved with physical strength. The pen is mightier than the sword." I explained to him, tossing my hair over my shoulder.

Jungkook takes a few seconds to ponder.

    "That's true. I guess the world would be better off if women were in charge, huh?"

I nod. "Yeah except for Ji Hee," I say bluntly and he chuckles.

     I climb a few more steps and squeak because of the agony. I was only halfway through the staircase, and my body was killing me.

Jungkook exhaled a deep breath. "I can put your arm around my shoulders if you want, for support-"

     "I'm gonna be honest, Jungkook. I'd rather not have you do that for me," I admit.

     "Look I know you hate me. But you can't refuse me like that, even though we have this bad blood between us."

     "I don't hate you, Jungkook. It has nothing to do with that. It has to do with my pride," I climb another step, and stumble. I sat down for a break.

     Jungkook was already at the top of the stairs, but he moved down a few steps closer to me.

    "What do you mean?" He cocked his head.

    "I'm not the strongest person. Not when it comes to emotions, not when it comes to pain. But I'll always try my best, even if I'm alone."

    "But you're not alone here," he points out. He cocks his eyebrow, with confusion.

     "No I'm not but I usually am. If I start asking others for help now I'll just become reliant. Then one day, the person I need the most won't be there, and I'll crumble," I confided to him.

    Jungkook plays with the button on his shirt. "I never thought about it that way. But it's okay to accept help, somtimes, y/n..."

     "Then will you? Will you ask for help?" I ask. Jungkook seems taken back with my question, lowering his gaze from my eyes.

     "If I allow you to help me here, will you let me to help you, just one day? If you're ever in pain?" I pleaded.

     Jungkook purses his lips in a thin line and is silent for a few seconds. "Yeah, you can. I promise."

     "Okay then," I stand up. He comes to my side and is about to grab my arm.

Instinctively, I push his body away. I'm trying so hard to get close to Jungkook, but my mind is just scared of him. Even though my heart is trying to forgive his past mistakes, my body is telling me to run away.

     "Sorry uh, that part of my arm is really sensitive," I lied. "How about I hold onto your shoulder?"

    "Uhh sure," he replies. I hold on and we finally reach the top of the staircase. I sit down on the final step and groan from exhaustion. Jungkook departs the hallway to another room. I wipe the sweat from my face..and of course alongside blood came with it.

Jungkook returns, and hands me a water bottle. I take a sip and get up. "I'm ready. Take me to your room."

I trail behind Jungkook until we reach a doorway at the end of the hallway. He opens the door and we enter in. His room was just like a regular teenager's except a it was a lot bigger. We stand in front of another door.

"I would start by just taking a face towel and damping it with some warm water. Gently dab your face with the towel, washing away the majority of the blood on your skin. Then we get started on the wounds themselves," he advises, confidently.

I nod and go into the bathroom. Just like his bedroom and mansion, it was huge and luxurious.

    I look in the mirror. Oh, wow. My face was drenched in blood completely. My white sweater contained many stains of dirt and blood, too. I looked like I belonged on the set of horror movie.

After following his instructions, my face looked somewhat human again. I still had a black eye and bruises around my face, but it was recognizable in comparison to before. There were also a few open wounds on my face and neck.

I exited the bathroom and observed he already had some supplies on his table ready.

"I knew I looked bad, but I thought didn't look that terrible! I look like I'm running away from zombies in the apocalypse. A complete freak show!" I exclaimed.

"Yup, pretty much," Jungkook snorts. He doesn't even try to lie to make me feel better.

There was that rude, unemotional side to him again. I sigh. It's important for me to not be hurt to to his insensitive words because I'm not here to be his compatible soulmate. I'm here to save him.

[taeshabibi]

28 Days - Part 7

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

Read: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3: Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 :

Part 7 - Bangtan Boys

Taehyung winks, kisses his palm and blows it towards me. "You'll thank me later."

     I wiped my face and rolled my eyes. I turned around from him and saw Jungkook's body was facing our direction. He was glaring at us. How long was Jungkook staring? When our eyes met, he quickly freezes and looked away. He began walking towards the school again.

Taehyung begged me to go into his car with him. I would have refused, but kids were still surrounding the parking lot and saw the whole incident unfold. If I left him, people would probably think my relationship with Taehyung wasn't real. I sighed and sat in the passenger seat of the Ferrari.

"Can you please explain to me why you told Jungkook we're dating?" I whined.

"Not just dating. We're boyfriend and girlfriend," Taehyung corrected me.

"Okay, my fake boyfriend. Why?"

"I can't go into explicit detail but it's all apart of the plan. You know the plan to get you and Jungkook get closer," Taehyung explains like it should have been obvious.

"How is this supposed to get me and Jungkook closer?" I questioned.

"Jealousy, duh."

I snorted and smacked my knee. "Jealousy? Oh c'mon Taehyung, you know Jungkook has no romantic feelings for me. Why would he be jealous of me dating you? This makes no sense."

"First of all, we don't know how Jungkook feels about you. Second of all, whether you want to admit it or not, Jungkook and you have been getting closer. You guys are almost even friends."

I interrupted him. "Huh, friends? Any time we actually have a conversation, it always ends up in a heated argument."

"A meaningful heated argument," Taehyung pointed out.

"So what? I literally want to rip my hair out when I have a discussion with that guy. God, he's even worse than the arrogant assholes on my debate team." I sighed. "Okay, but how does jealousy have to do with this just because we're 'almost friends'," I bent my fingers to express my exasperation.

Taehyung makes a sharp right turn. He was driving pretty fast, but still pretty well for a monster whose main residence is Hell.

"All friends get jealous of each other when they hang out with other people. Especially people who are cooler than them," Taehyung pointed to himself.

I chuckled. "You are the opposite of cool. Yeah, you're the freaking devil himself and have superpowers, but besides that your personality is pretty average."

"Wow, you really hurt my nonexistent, non-beating heart," he replies sarcastically, wiping away a fake tear.

"Anyways, in case you haven't noticed you're a loser at school. You got a couple of friends but you aren't on any sports teams, ain't rich, don't dress well and the only attention you've gotten before meeting me is being the victim of Jungkook's pranks." I️ open my mouth to argue but I shut it. Oh damn, he's right.

"By dating me, a super model-lookalike who drives a two million dollar car, your social status will be raised at school. Thus, other kids in your grade will pay more attention to you. Jungkook will get annoyed that you're receiving all this fame, and BAM, he'll want to get closer to you himself."

I wish I could argue with him again, but Taehyung made some good points. "Wow you might actually be right," I admitted with shame.

"I'm always right. So what do you want for lunch? Jjangmyeon or Taco Bell?"

I traveled my regular path to school the next day. After I entered the front doors, I noticed a different vibe from the students. Instead of ignoring me like I was invisible, I saw people whispering and pointing. But not like they were ashamed or laughing at me. No, their faces showed they were impressed.

Hoseok, one of Jungkook's closer friends, patted me on the back. "Damn y/n, didn't know you had it in ya."

"Uh, thanks.." I couldn't tell if he was sarcastic or not.

     Hoseok was apart of the notorious Bangtan Boys in our city. There are popular people at our school, but the Bangtan Boys were at a different level. They were teen royalty. The Bangtan Boys usually stuck to themselves or allowed an exclusive few to be seen with them at school. No one knew what bonded them together. Was it their good looks? Their playboy antics?

They were so famous that the girls in our city even created a fandom name for them, ARMY. ARMY stands for Adorable MC for Youth. It's pretty much the most badass name for a fandom.

Jin, another Bangtan Boy, also congratulated me. "So what did you do to seduce him? I also want a sugar daddy," he whined. Hoseok smacked him.

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't seduce him. You guys are so weird..." Yeah, calling them weird wasn't a smart move, but I wanted them to leave me alone. It felt strange that the most exclusive clique was interacting with me. Were they here to threaten or hurt me?

"So how much did his car cost?" Yoongi, another Bangtan Boy, asked.

"I don't know...a couple million I guess. Seems like a waste of money, though." I shrugged my shoulders.

Yoongi gasped and put his hand over his mouth like he was genuinely offended. "You-you demon. Take that back. A beautiful car like that is never a waste or money. It is a man's pride..a man's baby!"

"Like I said you guys are so weird..." I muttered.

"Can you guys leave y/n alone?" Jungkook joined the group. He was dressed in a black t shirt, jeans, a dark beanie and tan timbs.

"No need to get so jealous Jungkook. You know, y/n has a man now. It's too late for you to take a slice of her cherry pie. She's off the market," Yoongi casually remarks.

"Take a slice of cherry pie?!" Jungkook and I choked, our eyes widening.

"Damn if I didn't know any better, I'd think you guys are dating," Jin wiggled his eyebrows.

"Absolutely not. Never!" Jungkook and I replied at the same time.

"See? You guys are so in sync. I heard that when people are dating, they're alike and talk the same way too," Jin explains.

"We are nothing alike!" Jungkook and I declare. We point at each other and simulaneously yell, "We gotta stop doing that!"

Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok smile at each other like they knew something we didn't.

Yoongi says, "You guys just proved it yourselves. Strange y'all talk the same way, yet barely even speak to each other. You guys used to converse all the time. I remember Jungkook telling us about his childhood memories about you-"

"YOONGI HYUNG!" Jungkook whined.

"Oops, I wasn't supposed to supposed to say that in front of her, was I?"

     Jungkook shook his arms back and forth, alike to  a baby throwing a tantrum. I giggled and pretended to be cool, but I was shocked. He's talked about me? But I thought he hated me. I thought he hated all the childhood memories of us. Isn't that why he ended our friendship and only tortured me?

     The first bell rang, which indicated that class was about to official start in 10 minutes.

     Hoseok huffed. "Ugh, I wanted to find other ways to annoy Jungkook, but we have to go to our lockers. I guess I'll see ya around, y/n," he clicks his tongue, gives me a fist pound, then walks away. Jin and Yoongi also say their farewells.

     I fiddled with my thumbs, nervously. "I guess it's only you and I, Jungkook. Hey, how about we go to class together since it's our first period-"

    Jungkook walks away without sparing me a glance or saying a single word. I'm not even surprised. I went to my locker and reached first period English. Jungkook was there in his seat using his phone. I sit next to him, and he doesn't glance up. It was like I wasn't even there. One step closer to his heart, and then he walks ten steps further away from me.

     Class goes by regularly and he continues his ignoring routine. Finally, it's lunch time.

I buy some kimbap and banana milk from the cafeteria. I arrive at my regular table outside, and sat alone. This table is perfect because it has a view of the student parking lot which contains Jungkook's car.

     Jungkook usually leaves school during lunch and probably goes to local fast food restaurants. I wouldn't know where he exactly goes to because I don't have a car to follow him with. This is a perfect place to spy on him without being suspicious.

     I tear off my kimbap packaging and await for Jungkook to go the parking lot and drive away with his car. Checking my watch, I realize it's 7 minutes into lunch time. That's strange, he's usually left by now.

    I was just about to take my first bite of the food, when a manicured, petite hand grabs the kimbap from my hand and throws it on the ground.

     "Hey, that's no fair! What did the kimbap ever do to you?!" I yelped. I looked up and shut my mouth. It's Ji Hee and her gang were right behind her. I gulped.

     "Really y/n? Worrying about kimbap? I'm pretty sure that's going to be the least of your problems when I'm finished with you." Ji Hee cracks her knuckles.

"Hahahahah what are you talking about?" I squeaked.

"Thanks to my top resources, I've finally figured out the identity of the Victoria's Secret Scammer. It's you," she points at me. I guess Jungkook finally told her the truth. Can't trust a kid who resembles a coconut.

"Uh, you have no evidence and I have no idea what you're talking about. I can advise you a therapist for the delusions you're having-"

"Shut it. Fred told me everything and now it's all making sense." Fred popped up from behind Ji Hee and crossed his arms.

"How could you Fred? And how did you even know?" I ask him.

Fred adjusts his glasses. "I'm sorry y/n. But I saw you commit the crime. I always glance in your class before first period starts so I can check out the pretty girls in your class. Such as, Ji Hee here," he shyly points to Ji Hee and she gags.

"When you thought nobody was watching you, I was. I saw you write the message on the board and recorded the incident with my phone."

     He pops out his Samsung and shows me the video. The screen displays the side profile of my bushy, unruly hair and the outfit I wore that day, while committing the crime.

     Oh fiddle sticks, I'm really done for. Other students began joining the crowd behind Ji Hee.

"Can't argue with that, huh, y/n?", Ji Hee laughs maliciously. "I've figured out your villainous master plan. I remember the day that you stole my chair, you begged to switch seats with me. Because I'm a genius, I figured out something was suspicious. So I refused. But of course, you took matters into your own hands and scammed your way into my seat next to Jungkook."

      Damn she is spot on. Can't argue with that.

     "Am I wrong, y/n? I'll hurt you if you lie to me." She raises her manicured hand up, threatening me.

     "No, you're right. Everything you're saying is the truth-" Before I completed that sentence, her hand strikes me against the my cheek hard. I felt her nails dig into my face. When her nails left my skin, my cheek was still stinging. A pool of liquid fell down my face. Was it my tears? I wiped my face with the sleeve of my white sweater and found a deep, red stain. No, it was blood.

     "What the heck? I told you the truth and you still hit me? Gosh, I hope you break your manicure," I snapped, while cleaning my head with some napkins. I️ study Ji Hee's face and there was not a trace of guilt.

"What I don't understand is why would you do all this? We all know how disgusted Jungkook is from your presence. He's always showed the world how much he hates you. So why would you create this tomfoolery? If not attention, is it because you thought you had a chance of him dating you?"

     I snort. "Man, Ji Hee if only you knew... Look, I knew you were a sicko, but smacking someone just because you didn't get clothes and I’m threatened by them? If you're so desperate, go search for a Victoria's Secret jacket in the dumpster, you freak." Ji Hee began screaming like a banshee. I must have really hurt her ego. She slammed her fist against the table.

   "You know, I was about to let you go.. But it's only fair for you to deal with further consequences for your actions. C'mon boys."

Two jocks from the football team push me from my seat on the table. I hit the ground. They pick me up and hold my arms back. I tried to escape from their grasp, but it was no use. Years of being a couch potato finally caught up to me. I was not strong enough to escape this situation. She strikes me against my nose. More blood pours down my face.

     "Laugh all you want, y/n. It is a funny matter. Thinking that someone low class as you could date someone as great as Jeon Jungkook? That you can create mischief and fool all the girls in our class without consequences?"

After each sentence, she and her friends kicked me in the stomach. I thought it wouldn't hurt that much, but their high heels dug into my stomach.

      "We all know you're dating some billionaire model. Yet that wasn't enough? You're still trying to get into another guys' pants? What a slut. Jungkook is grossed out by everything you are. I see it. We all see it. You aren't even worthy enough to clean the dirt off his shoes-"

     "She is much more worth to me than that," a deep voice booms from the crowd. The kids move away to let Jungkook get closer to us. He looks at the entire scene that unfolded and stares at me. His face dropped from the sight of me drenched in blood.

"What the hell is going on here?"

     Ji Hee stutters, "U-uh Jungkook what are you doing here?"

      Jungkook ignores her question.

     "Imbeciles, let her go," he demanded. The guys look at Ji Hee for approval. She shakes her head refusing.

     "I guess I'll have to do it myself." He pulls one of the guys off of me and flips him over like a hamburger patty.

Now that one of my arms was free, I punch the other guy in the gut. He lets go of me and tumbles over in pain.

     Jungkook holds my arm. "I'll let you know y/n has so much worth to me than you guys realize. She is not a slut. Talking to other guys besides her boyfriend doesn't mean she's a cheater. Besides, the reasons why we've become closer is because she recently become a member of the Bangtan Boys."

The teens around us were in shock, especially me. Everyone's eyes widen, and most kids' mouths were in the shape of an 'O'.

"But that's impossible! Not just any average person can join. One of the main rules is you have to be apart of the male elite. That would mean y/n would be the first girl to ever join in history!" Ji Hee screeches and grabs a fistful of her hair. Damn, this girl has lost her mind.

Jungkook edges his hand towards mine ever so slightly, until I felt his fingertips brush my hand. I unfurled my fingers and let his slip around mine until I could feel the heat of his palm pressed against my own. I shudder because his hand is so much warm in comparison to my cold one. His thumb caresses mine.

     He turns towards me and lowers his face until we were inches from each other.  Jungkook holds my gaze and says, "I know." He tightens his grasp around my fingers.

     He leads me away from the scene and we walk towards the parking lot. The whole entire time, Jungkook doesn't let go of my hand. Not even for one second.

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28 Days - Part 6

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

Read: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3: Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 :

Part 6 - Gucci Model on the Runway

The next day at school, I nervously walk into 1st period English class. Jungkook was already there in his regular seat, grinning in my direction. He never comes to class early. Why was he smiling at me? We literally fought yesterday.

     Ji Hee bumps past me and hits my shoulder with her Burberry handbag. She scurries and sits beside Jungkook. But he says, "Nah I don't want you to sit next to me, I want y/n."

    He smiles again and taps the seat next to him. Everyone stares at me and I nervously sit down.

Ji hee rolls her eyes, but she still stays near our desk.

    "I swear I'm going to find that Victoria's Secret Scammer and I will punish that person. All actions have consequences!" she pounded her fist against mine and Jungkook's desk.

     Jungkook replies, "I know right? What a sick prank. He or she is definitely a lot closer than we think..they're probably in this classroom, probably someone who usually comes to class early.." He winks at me.

     Ji Hee smacks her palm against her forehead. "Oh I know who it is! It's Fred!"

     Jungkook exclaimed, "Why do you guys usually blame Fred? He isn't even part of our English class!"

     "I don't know. He just seems too suspicious. Someone who's that invested into his books probably holds a dark secret," Ji Hee explained.

    Fred moonwalks into the room and points his fingers at Ji Hee. "You got that right, baby!" he clicks his tongue than walks backwards on his way out.

    Ji Hee gags in disgust. Okay not gonna lie, I lowkey ship Ji Hee and Fred.

     But that's how it went for the next day as well. Jungkook would make teasing comments about the chalkboard, and I'd try to have a conversation about anything else, but he'd ignore me. I kept saying hi, but he kept rolling his eyes and he avoided me. Until Wednesday.

    "I've narrowed down the suspects to 14 people in this class. Ugh this is so much harder than I thought!" Ji Hee whined and ruffled her hand through her noticeable hair extensions.

     Jungkook rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "And you are so much more annoying that I thought," so I could only hear it. I covered my mouth and with my hand and snorted.

     The bell rang and everyone sat down in their seats. I overheard Chul laughing to Ji Hee, "Did you see what Elijah was wearing in school today?" He continues whispering into Ji Hee's ear and she says, "Shut up, no way."

All throughout the class, I heard Chul, Ji Hee and their fellow douchebags friends whispering about a boy in our grade, Elijah.

         Elijah was an aspiring fashion designer and had a keen interest in makeup. I thought his passion was cool. He was so enthusiastic and worked hard for his dream at such a young age. But of course most of the people in our grade didn't think it was interesting and he was considered an outsider.

The bell rang, indicating that class was over. Our class walked out the room, and we saw a crowd of students grouped together in the hallway. I couldn't tell who they were surrounding but teens were shouting. Was it a fight?

I pushed my way through the students and saw Elijah posing in the middle of the crowd . He was wearing a lavender, sleeveless dress with a slit through the side. He looked beautiful.

        I don't think that the students thought that. They were laughing, pointing and taking pictures. Elijah seemed happy so maybe I was misunderstanding it.

     "Damn Elijah your body! You ended IU," Chul snorts and takes a picture.

   The seniors join taking pictures and posting it on their social media. I saw one of the seniors taking a picture, captioning it "BRUHHHH💀💀💀" and posting on their Snapchat. Most of the crowd began whistling and everyone shouted, "ELIJAH!!"

     I felt so uncomfortable. I don't think he knew that people were laughing at him, but he enjoyed the attention. I felt really bad. They're making fun of Elijah, but Elijah doesn't understand.

    I look to the side and notice Jungkook is right beside me. He was pursing his lips. I decided I needed to tell everyone to stop acting like sarcastic assholes. But then Jungkook started freaking out before I could say anything.

     Jungkook shouts, "Guys I think I lost my wallet!"

"So?" one of the seniors asked.

     "So, help me find it, I'm pretty sure it's in the English room," Jungkook explained.

"Check your pockets first," Hyung-sik, a boy from our English class, demanded.

Jungkook turns his pockets inside out. They were completely empty.

Ji Hee grabs Jungkook's arm. "Of course, I can help you, Jungkookie," and they walk to the English room. Jungkook's friends and even a couple seniors followed. Everyone began to depart after the relevant kids of our school left and went to their classes.

"Why is everyone leaving...I thought they liked my outfit. I made this dress by myself. I saw some people taking pictures too," Elijah pouted.

I wrapped my arm around him, "I think kids just wanted to help Jungkook. And class starts soon and we don't need to get in trouble by the principal."

    "Oh..."

     I exclaimed, "But I really liked your outfit. For real. I can't believe you sewed that yourself! Your legs are to die for. My legs are chubby little stubs."

He smiles. "Thanks! And your legs aren't that bad. You know if you got a makeover, you might actually be-"

    I put my hand up. "Let's not."

Elijah still seemed pretty upset. I couldn't stand it. He was such a talented and kind hearted guy.

"You know what...how about we get something from the vending machine? Junk food always makes me feel better," I suggested.

         I knew I was going to be late to my next class but I prioritized Elijah's happiness. We weren't close, but he was one of my first friends in high school. His extroverted personality allowed me to climb out of my own shell freshman year. I owed him a lot.

"Sure! We both have gym anyways. That class is irrelevant," Elijah replies, optimistically.

I slipped my hands into my sweatpants pocket to obtain the cash I use for lunch. Instead, I felt a container that was made of leather. That's strange. I took it out and found a wallet. Oh my god, it can't be.... I open the wallet and find a driver's license...the name and picture on the license was Jeon Jungkook. No way.

"That's your wallet? Damn, a Louis Vuitton one too. I didn't know you were rich," Elijah gawked.

I quickly put the wallet back in my pocket. "Huh? Oh, it was a gift."

Elijah chuckled. "Gift from a boyfriend?"

My eyes bulged out of my head. "N-NO! I don't have a boyfriend at the moment. I promise."

Elijah giggled. "Sure, that's why you have an expensive men's wallet. Whatever, none of my business." Elijah curtsied me in his dress.

"Shall we go, Madame?" He then held out his head. I took it and we went to the cafeteria.

"We shall."

Elijah began rambling on about prestigious fashion colleges he wanted to apply to. I tried to concentrate but all I could think about was Jungkook.

        I knew that he slipped his wallet into my pocket when we were in the crowd. But why? Was this a prank so people could think that I stole his wallet?

I gulped at a more frightening thought. Or maybe he was actually a decent person and wanted to divert the attention away from Elijah. So that would mean...after all these years of enduring his torture, Jungkook had a humane side after all.

    As per usual routine, I tried my best to talk to Jungkook but he ignored me all day. Why is this boy so confusing? All I want to do was return his wallet.

Of course Jungkook left class before I could greet him. I saw him at lunch in the parking lot and I ran over to him.

     "Jungkook, stop avoiding me!"

     "I'm not avoiding you," Jungkook sighed in exasperation.

     "Sure whatever." I took out his wallet from my pocket. I then put it in his hand.

     "Oh my god, you found my wallet! Where'd you obtain it?" Jungkook put his hand over his mouth and over-dramatically gasped.

     "Cut the act. I found this wallet in my pocket. After you slipped it into my pocket in the crowd of students this morning," I accused him.

    Jungkook put his hand underneath his chin.    "Huh...why the heck would I do that? Wait this was in your pocket all day? Are you admitting you stole my wallet?"

     "Just STOP! You put it in my pocket after you saw the kids surrounding and humiliating Elijah. Admit it, you did this because you sympathized with him," I pointed at him.

    Jungkook shook his head. "You have such a creative imagination y/n. Well thanks for returning my wallet after you took it, you burglar."

    I was ready to rip my hair out of my head. I've had enough with his lies.

     "No Jungkook, you KNOW what you did. Stop pretending like you don't care about others. You put up this whole front where you're this cold, cruel guy but you-"

     "Can you just shut the hell up? You came here to retun my wallet right? I didn't ask for you to psycho-analyze my personality. If I were to analyze you, I'd say that you are crazy. One second, you're an annoying person who wants nothing to do with me and suddenly you're acting like my therapist,"

     I raise my finger and say something, but I can't be heard over tires screeching against the pavement. Jungkook and I simultaneously turn around. We see a jet black Ferrari revving into the parking lot. The driver does a flawless J turn and other obnoxious driving moves. Clearly, this person was here to impress.

A crowd of students surrounds the parking lot, and the driver perfectly parks the overpriced car. A tall, bronzed man steps out of the car. Oh my god..it's Taehyung. Gone was the ridiculously fancy suit he usually wears. His outfit was surprisingly stylish- a SnapBack, sunglasses, loose white shirt, shorts and sandals.

     Taehyung strides over to me, walking like a Gucci model on the runway. He casually rests his elbow on my shoulder.

     "Uh, what the heck are you doing here?" I ask.

     "Who the hell is he?" Jungkook chimes in.

     Taehyung smirks. "I'm her boyfriend."

Jungkook raises his eyebrow in surprise, looking quite impressed. Meanwhile, I laughed nervously, to break the tension in the atmosphere.

What the heck is Taehyung pulling?

      Taehyung wraps his arm around me, which felt alike to an anaconda strangling his pray. I tried my best to smile but it turns out to be a grimace.

     I stuttered, "Y-yes..he's my boyfriend.. a boy that's my friend..but the boyfriend is just one word."

     Taehyung grins. "Absolutely." He moves close to my face. He puckers his lips and swiftly kisses my forehead.

     It took all my strength to not to slap Taehyung on the face.

     "Yup my boyfriend that just..kissed me.." I gritted through my teeth.

     "Which we always do," Taehyung purred. He bent down again and was aiming for my mouth. I put my palm in front of my face and he kissed that instead.

"Not in public ...honey." I grunted.

Jungkook scrunched up his nose and pressed his tongue against the side of his cheek.

     "Wow y'all kiss a lot ..I guess I'll see ya around." Jungkook bid a farewell and walks towards school.

    I removed Taehyung's arm from my neck. "What the heck was that for?"

     Taehyung winks and kisses his palm and blows it towards me. "You'll thank me later."

I wiped my face and rolled my eyes. I turned around from him and saw Jungkook's body was facing our direction. He was glaring at us. How long was Jungkook staring? When our eyes met, he quickly freezes and looked away. He began walking towards the school again.

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When are u going ro upload pt 6?? Love your story 😊

Hi, I’m going to upload it today! Actually, I️ already have 34 chapters of my story uploaded on wattpad. Just search “28 Days” by the author drawfavs and you should find it!Here’s a link: https://my.w.tt/UiNb/aE5ll7CHgKThank you for enjoying my story! :) 💕

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28 Days - Part 5

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

Read: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3: Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 :

Part 5 - Dank Memes in Hell

After lunch, I decided it’s imperative for me remain as invisible as possible in school. I was aware that I needed to continue with my mission to save Jeon Jungkook’s life, but in order to do so, I need to save my own life first from Ji Hee. That psycho was out to get me.

I was in my last class of the day, Physics. Jungkook was across the room and his intense stare was giving me the creeps.

“Can anyone stay behind to clean the chalk board?” Mrs. Lee, the Physics teacher, asked.

Yes! This is a perfect way for me to avoid Ji Hee and her friends when class ends. I won’t be forced to leave class until the hallway was empty.

I raised up my hand as fast as possible…but so did Jungkook.

Mrs. Lee moved her eye-glasses up her nose. “Since you are both so enthusiastic, you can both clean the boards. Two heads are better than one.”

I expected Jungkook to make a snarky comment, but he enthusiastically replied, “Sure Mrs. Lee! Would be our pleasure.”

The final bang rang and my classmates left the classroom. Mrs. Lee also departed from the room. She informed us she needed to run some errands and would be back in awhile.

I was uncomfortable that Jungkook was content with staying behind with me in class. This is the same boy who avoided me most of my life except to create mischief. Wait, does that mean he’s gonna play a trick on me right now? I’m frozen with fear and don’t have enough bravery to leave my seat.

“Uh, are you gonna help or not, y/n? Or are you gonna be the lazy bum like you usually are and make me do all the work?” Jungkook barked.

“Lazy bum???” I gritted my teeth. I jumped from my seat and walked to the chalk board. I was no longer afraid. I was angry. Also hungry. So I guess hangry.

“Yeah, I started on the project and I’m waiting for you to email me,” Jungkook replies, nonchalantly.

“We JUST got the project today. And you could have just emailed me yourself? You know our emails are based on names and you know my name,” I argued and placed my hands on my hips.

“I don’t know how to spell your last name bruh. You’re lucky I barely even know your first.” He counters.

Why does everything Jeon Jungkook say piss me off? We’ve had classes together since 2nd grade and he used to call me by my last name when we were kids. He’s lying.

“Listen JungCoconut, I’ve been trying to be civil with you all day. I don’t need your sass.”

“JungCOCONUT?” Jungkook gasped.

“Yeah your brownish-black hair is styled in a bowl shape most days. I don’t understand why you don’t part it more or show your forehead. You’d be so much more attractive.” I cover my mouth. Wait did I just say that out loud?

“So you find me attractive?” He walks one step closer to me and tilts his head to the side. Oh god, he’s even doing that annoying smirk.

I stammered, “N-no..I just, uh…you’re disgusting most days. On a one to ten scale I’d rate you as a negative 5. But when you part your hair, I’d give you a negative 1. But that’s still borderline hideous.”

“I didn’t know you paid attention to little details about me,” he says as he cocks his eyebrow.

“Ummm.. well you play pranks on me so I have to watch out for you to stay safe,” I fumble with my words.

“Watch out for me?” he snorts.

“Can you please not twist my words and waste our time? Let’s just get started erasing the board,” I begged with desperation.

“Fine fine. You’re no fun.”

We finally began cleaning the dusty board with the erasers. He reached the higher spots because I was too short.

“So…have you heard about the Victoria’s Secret Scammer?”, he inquired. He turns his head to look at me.

Ahhhhhh, that’s why he wanted to stay after class.

“Uh, no hahahaa what are you talking about?” I squeaked with a high pitched voice.

“Don’t lie y/n, we were in the same first period class when the incident happened. It’s spread all over school. And I know you heard Ji Hee complaining about it too at lunch. I was watching you.”

This boy is officially terrifying me.

“Oh yeah.. that. I didn’t want to talk about a controversial topic ya know…” I attempted to explain my reasoning.

“Oh, of course. So who do you think it is?” he asked.

I turned around and studied his expression. His face was completely devoid of emotion. Why is this boy playing dumb? We both know it was me. Unless if he actually doesn’t know.

“I don’t know. Perhaps Fred?”

“We don’t have a Fred in our English class y/n…” Jungkook crosses his arms.

“Well maybe Fred from Physics class did it! He may have been bored of his life being a nerd and wanted some adventure,” I blurted out.

Jungkook stares at me quizzacly, “You are so strange…”. He shakes his head side to side and mutters to himself.

Jungkook places his eraser back in the ledge below the chalkboard. “I’m good, I’m done. I ain’t doing more.”

I rolled my eyes. “C'mon Jungkook there’s so much to do. ”

He places his arms behind his head and says, “I’d rather KMS than continue cleaning.”

“KMS?”

“Don’t pretend to be innocent, y/n. You know what that means.” Jungkook jibed.

“No I don’t.” I was puzzled.

“Kill My Self”, he explained. My eyes bulged out of my head.

“Kill yourself? Why the hell would you want to do that?” I scream. Jungkook is completely ataken back with my dramatic reaction.

“Chill, it’s an internet meme. You know our generation loves joking about death.” He clarifies.

“No. Joking about death isn’t funny.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“It’s hilarious. I’d rather kill myself than commit suicide.” He begins laughing hard.

“BOY YOU BETTER NOT-”

“Wait I wanna tell you a story I read on the internet.”

“Id rather not hear it.” I tried to stop him. I didn’t want to hear any more of this nonsense.

“So a man went into a library and requests for a book on how to commit suicide. The librarian says: "Piss off, I know you won’t bring the book back.”“ He chuckled.

"I’m not feeling that comfortable right now..” I look down.

“Wait do you know what time it is?” He asks me seriously.

“No, let me just look at my watch..” Before I have time to look down at my wrist, Jungkook answers.

“It’s Time to Die o'clock.”

“Can you please stop!” I pleaded.

“Guess what? I have a health problem.” He lowers his gaze and fumbles with his thumbs. He sticks out his bottom lip and pouts.

“Oh my gosh!! What is Jungkook?? You can tell me anything!” I assure him and put my hand on his shoulder.

“I have this condition where I’ll die if I don’t make a joke about death every day. I know it’s real. My doctor said so.” He smacks his knee like he made the joke of the millennium.

“Wow your idea of comedy sucks…” I bite my lip from nervousness.

“Imagine if you accidentally sent a link to your parents of a fan-fiction that you’re reading. I would die of death.” Jungkook puts his hand over his heart.

“You read fanfics?” I questioned.

“Hell yeah, have you ever read Iron Man fics on ao3 and wattpad? That’s what keeps me alive and going.” He pounds his chest with his fist proudly.

“Oh that’s good you have a source of happiness that alleviates your stress-” I began explaining.

“Wait, do you remember that time last week when North Korea threatened to nuke the planet? Man, everybody was so excited to just end it all.”

“NO JEON JUNGKOOK. Not everybody wants to end it all. Some of us really do want to live. If you have inner demons, you can call suicide lines or find a friend to talk to. And the people who make those evil jokes can go shove it right in-”

“Woah, woah woah. No need to get so serious. It’s just dark comedy. We read books with morbid jokes like As I Lay Dying all the time. What’s wrong if I use it?” He challenges me.

He’s right in a way. We do read those books in school. But it feels so wrong for Jungkook to make those scary “jokes” when I know what he can do to himself in the future. But I’m not allowed to tell him.

“See, this is one of the many reasons why people avoid talking to you. Your narrow minded brain can’t understand anything. You need to lighten up more and develop a sense of humor.” he huffs, picks up his books and leaves the classroom. I crouch down and sit on the floor. I rub my hands over my eyes.

“He’s right you know.”

I open my eyes and find that Taehyung is a few feet away from me. It’s strange seeing him sit in a tiny high school desk with a fancy suit that a business man would wear. I almost laugh. But oh wait a second, I don’t have a sense of humor.

“How the heck is he right? You’re the one who sent me on this mission to save him. And now you’re encouraging me to make jokes with him about dying?” I questioned him.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Honey, I haven’t been on Earth for a long time. I just got here the day I met you. And even I know about the current trends.” He takes out his phone from his pocket and shares some morbid punchlines he retweeted on his Twitter account.

“Still it’s messed up to casually make fun of frightening topics like death. I don’t understand the appeal.”

“Well I’m a devil from Hell and I find it hilarious. Seriously all the ghouls and demons there just say the same overused jokes over and over again for centuries. The lack of dank memes in Hell truly makes it a sufferable place.”

“Well noted. So..since you’re here, can you help me clean the chalkboard?” I ask, hopefully.

“Do I look like a maid to you? I’m a time traveling all powerful super-being. I can anihilate your existence with the flick of the wrist. I have the power of Satan and memes on my side. I don’t fear anyone. I deserve all the respect in the universe. You should be bowing down to my-”

“Just shut up Taehyung,” I snap and get started on finishing cleaning the chalkboard. And I’ll have to remove the dust from the erasers too? Aw man. Taehyung leaves his seat and walks towards me.

“Well, well well. Ever since time traveling twice haven’t you gotten a bit more feisty? I was just about to tell you my ingenious plan to get closer to Jungkook but I guess you’ll have to wait,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Oh my god, you really have an idea?” My eyes bulge out of my head.

“Now I have your attention, ay? Don’t want me to shut up anymore?” He pouts and crosses his arms.

“I didn’t know devils were this sensitive,” I giggled.

“Well the only information you have about us is based upon what you read in books and movies. I heard humans were supposed to be caring, but you’re even more cruel than the monsters below. You never even asked me how my day was,” he huffed.

“You’re right. I’m so sorry Taehyung. How was your day?”

“Confidential information. Not gonna tell you.” He stuck out his tongue.

“Then what was the point of me asking..ugh my head hurts. Can you please tell me your plan?” I begged.

“Nah, mate. I was going to but you ruined my mood. Just wait and see. You’ll know when it’s happening though,” he winks at me.

I blink for a second and Taehyung disappears from the classroom. Like he wasn’t ever even here.

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28 Days - Part 4

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

Read: Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3: Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 :

Part 4 - Victoria’s Secret Scammer

Taehyung patted my head like I was his pet puppy.

"Good girl, now let's shake hands on it."

I wake up in my town graveyard at 12:00 AM. Is this a dream again? After travelling home, I get yelled at by my lovely parents, and crawled into bed.

    I guess I won't know until tomorrow...

I execute my morning routine and arrive at school. Arriving to my locker. I see Jungkook walking by. Okay, this is for real. Time has reversed and Jeon Jungkook is alive. It is my duty to save him. And I have to be chill and not be a hyperventilating freak.

I think to myself, But how am I supposed to interact with Jungkook normally? Saying hi definitely won't work and I'm not friends with any of his friends.

     I look across the hall and notice the girl who sits next to Jungkook in English class, Ji Hee. Bingo. I walked towards her and her bimbo friends. I enthusiastically greet her.

     "Hey Ji hee,"

     Ji Hee ignored me and continues talking to her minions.

     I tapped her shoulder. "Umm hi??"

     Ji hee finally turns around.

     "Oh wait, you were actually tryna talk to me?" she placed her perfectly manicured hand on her waist.

     I stammered. "Uh yeah.. I can't really explain, but I really need to sit in your seat today."

     "Won't happen," Ji Hee snorts and rolls her eyes.

     I walk away, defeated.  I decide to go into class and think of a plan. It's four minutes until class starts. Ugh what am i gonna do?

     I looked around the classroom and observed most of the kids weren't there yet. The ones who were there had their heads on their desk or were using their phone. Mr. Kang was grading papers at his desk. He's usually absentminded and isn't attentive to his surroundings.

      I went to the front of class near the wipe-board. I looked back to make sure no one was looking in my direction. I pick up an Expo marker and write in huge, bubbly letters on the board-

VICTORIA'S SECRET IS SPONSORING

  BUSAN INTERNATIONAL HIGH SCHOOL!

FIRST TEN TO GO TO CAFETERIA WINS CUSTOMIZED SEQUINED JACKETS

It's a minute until class starts. Ji Hee and her crew stride in. They all turn their heads to look at the board, and unanimously put their hands over their mouths.

      "Oh my gawd," Ji Hee squeaks.

Mr. Kang rubs his balding head. "I don't remember writing this..guys there's 60 seconds til classes start I wouldn't suggest-

Ji hee runs out the door. Most of the other girls follow after, alike to ducklings following their mother duck.

I dash and sit beside Jungkook's seat before another preppy girl with overlined lips takes the seat. The bell rings 20 seconds later.

Jungkook strides in a few seconds late, doesn't look in my direction and sits beside me.

   Why won't he acknowledge me?

"Ok guys, please discuss with your table partner about your reaction of the chapter of The Great Gatsby you read last night," Mr Kang instructs.

     Jungkook turns around and finally glances at me. 

"Uhh...eww I didn't even notice you..why the hell are you sitting next to me?" Jungkook groans.

I put on a fake smile and respond to his rudeness with my greatest elegance.

     "Um, there's no assigned seats? And how did you not notice me?"

Jungkook yawned from tiredness. His eyes had huge black circles under his eyes. How much sleep did he have last night?

     "I usually ignore that Jisoo girl that sits next to me and try not to look in her direction."

I raise my eyebrow up. "You mean Ji Hee?"

      "Yeah, like I said Jisoo, Ji Hee same thing jeez," he grumbles.

     Oh my god, how more self centered he can be?

     "So how about we talk about the book?" I asked.

      "How about let's not..." he retorts.

       "Ok... "

It became awkwardly silent between us. Jungkook looks in the opposite direction of the room and I nervously tap my fingers on the desk.

The bell rings and Jungkook's books are packed and he's ready to be the first to go. He gets up and begins departing the classroom.

"Not so fast Mr Jeon. You aren't dismissed until I dismiss you. " Mr. Kang stops him.

He walks back to his seat next to me and outwardly groans.

Mr Kang explains, "I want to remind you all that we have a project..you should know because it was on your syllabus. Partners will be based upon the people next to you."

     "You have GOT to be kidding me!" Jungkook complains.

     Everyone else chuckles, feeling bad he has to be partnered with me. He's a jerk, but what can I do? I bite my lip, to prevent myself from making a snarky comment.

     Mr Kang commands, "Please exchange numbers with your classmate before you leave."

Jungkook leaves from his seat without sparing a glance at me but I stop him.

      "Wait!! What about your number?" I exclaim.

      Jungkook scratches his head and blankly states, "I actually don't have a cell phone."

     I would feel bad for him, if I didn't remember him texting in the hallway 45 minutes ago, when class started.

      I smile falsely at him and bear through my teeth. "Of course.. a cell phone isn't a luxury that we all can afford.."

      I hear a ping sound coming from his pocket, and a few classmates behind him giggled. I clench my fist.

     "How about your email?" I ask.

      Jungkook scowls and rips out a scrap piece of paper, and scrawls his email on there.

"It's a school email.. you should know it's the first three letters of my name and last name. After all these years, I thought you'd know you know how to spell my last name.. Jeez."

He leaves the classroom.

I️ was completely exhausted and the day barely started yet.

Several times throughout the day, I tried to greet Jungkook but he ignores me. Everybody finds me strange. I don't care. I'm on a mission. I was always one of the weird girls anyways. Who cares if I seemed a bit weirder than usual?

It was finally lunch time. I buy some French Fries and juice from the school cafeteria. It wasn't the best food, but I didn't have a car to drive to local food places. I planned to sit alone. Bora and the few friends I had didn't share a lunch period with me. Not a big deal.

     The school had some outside tables which was nice. I found a small, unoccupied table and began devouring my lunch.

I was about to put a fry into my mouth when I overheard a conversation. It was Ji Hee's group of friends from English class, alongside some girls I didn't recognize.

"Don't worry Ji Hee. We'll find the culprit behind the crime," An, promised. An is Ji Hee's best friend, who basically agrees with everything Ji Hee says.

I put my food down and tried my best to listen. What crime were they talking about?

"Ugh, I just can't believe someone would create such a cruel prank like that. Lying about sequined jackets? Whoever it was certainly doesn't have a heart."

The girls murmured in agreement. Oh my gosh, they were talking about me.

"I swear I'll make that person's life a living hell. He or she thinks they can treat us as baffoons?" Ji Hee was enraged.

An pats her arm, assuringly. "Don't worry we'll find the identity of the Victoria's Secret Scammer."

      Blood rushed to my head. Damn, one day into my supernatural mission, and I'm already #1 Wanted from the girls in our grade! What other obstacles will I face?

After the girls past by me, I see Jungkook resting his arm upon his car, looking in my direction. His lips were pouted, his eyes were narrowed and his head was tilted. Was he smiling at me? No, he was smirking. I scratched my head. But why would he be smirking at me?

    Did he pull a prank? I look down at my clothes and everything seemed fine. I checked my backpack and there were no suspicious substances and my books weren't missing. Then what could it be...

I glanced back at Jungkook. He was waving to Ji Hee and her friends, signaling them to walk over to his car. Ji Hee shrieked, then she ran over to give him a hug.

They begin whispering and Jungkook points over to me. She turns around and gives me a scowl. He's still whispering and Ji Hee's glare becomes more intense. She crosses her arms and she looks pissed.

Oh Dear Lord. Jungkook probably knows what I did this morning. And he just told Ji Hee.

Well, at least I finally caught Jeon Jungkook's attention.

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28 Days - Part 3

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook’s early end?

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Part 3 - Screwed Up

Church bells chime obnoxiously loud in my dream. I open my eyes. No, this isn't a dream. Looking at the gigantic clock-tower three feet away. I discover it's 12:00 AM..and I'm inside a graveyard, laying on a stone path, just casually taking a nap here. Nice.

    How much of today was real?

I clutched my chest.

Jungkook definitely wasn't a dream....I wouldn't have had this gaping hole in my heart...

I rose up, stretched and raised my arms above my head.

I tried to reason. I whispered to myself, "That Death Demon Dude was all but just an illusion I fabricated to cope with the stressful events of today."

After dusting off my clothes I began walking, but then I heard maniacal laughing from the distance. I decided to run along the stone path to depart the graveyard.

But I didn't stop running. After running ten blocks back home, I received a lecture from my parents about staying out late and jumped into my bed.

That chuckle was definitely a figment of my mind.  I have a wild imagination. Closing my eyes, I felt someone lift the covers and put it over my body. I slowly fell asleep.

I wake up the next morning feeling groggy and disoriented. Clutching my chest, I realized the heartache for Jeon Jungkook just wouldn't go away. 

I climbed out of bed, took a quick shower and put on a grey sweater, some old jeans and my cleanest boots. It felt right that I should dress plain and simple. It would be appropriate to, after everything that happened yesterday.

With great effort, I walked my regular path into school. The halls should have been gloomy, but everyone was full of life, even all of Jungkook's friends.

     That's strange, I thought to myself.

I went directly to my locker, picking up a textbook I needed for my first period English class. From a few feet away, I saw a boy that resembled Jungkook a lot at his locker. Furiously, I searched through my backpack to get my eye glasses and put them on. It was in fact....Jeon Jungkook.

Thud.

   My textbook fell from my hands. Everyone in the hallway turned around and looked at me. I began hyperventilating and pointed at Jungkook.

"OH MY LUHAN..you-you.. you're...alive."

Jungkook still didn't notice me and was busy talking to his crew. Besides my imagined encounter the devil, was Jungkook's death also apart of my dream too? Was yesterday all a dream?

I waved at him and smiled like a clown at a kids party. "Hiya Jungkook!!!"

He glimpsed in my direction and grimaced. He looked around, wondering who I was waving to.

Then, he looked away afraid.

I grinned. "No, Jungkook, I'm actually waving to you. Hi! Good to see you alive and in the flesh!!" I giggled at my ironic pun.

His friends and the people in the hallway were confused with my creepy greeting, but I didn't care. Jeon Jungkook was alive. He's breathing.

I had class with Jungkook first period and my legs were shaking seeing him alive.

Mr Kang yawned and took a sip from his coffee mug.

"Does anyone know what the exact date is?"

I giggled to myself. Mr Kang is a phenomenal teacher but he's so forgetful. I always know the date.

I blurted out, "November 8th."

Some kids chuckled across the room.

Jungkook laughed at my idiocy. "I'm pretty sure it's September 10.."

Ji hee whispered to her friend, loud enough for the class to hear, "Y/n has officially lost it."

I began hyperventilating.. Oh my god. Time really was reversed. I really DID make a deal with the Devil yesterday..or 28 days in the future. UGH I DON'T KNOW MY HEAD HURTS. This means I have only a few weeks to save Jeon Jungkook...

After class ended, I saw Jungkook with his clique in the hallway by his locker and I bravely went up to him.

"I need to speak with you."

It got awkwardly silent, and Jungkook turns around and looks at me. His friends even looked at us strangely. They all knew we would rather be caught dead than speaking in public.

Jungkook knitted his eyebrows together in confusion and then touseled his shiny, chocolate locks.

"I have no idea what crazy thing you're planning, but I'd rather not get involved."

Bravely, I took his hand and tugged on it. He looked annoyed and scared.

"For real girl, what's wrong with you? Someone like you does not have the right to invade my personal space," he said as he pulled away.

I huffed, not caring how insanely annoying I looked.

Slowly, I inched my face closer to his and whispered, "This is about life or death."

His friends awkwardly giggled, and one of his nicer friends, Jin, encouraged him to go.

Jin laughed, "Just go with the crazy girl. She won't leave you alone dude."

Yes that's one of his nicer friends. Most of them wouldn't even dare speaking to me, unless if it had to do with their GPA.

I drag him along while he's u, "Help! She's sexually harassing me!" and force him into a janitor's closet.

He nervously laughs and his eyes wander around the claustrophobic atmosphere.

"Look, I know there's guys who are willing to do anything with girls, regardless of their physical appearance. I am one of those guys, but damn you're an exception. For real, you ain't my type."

I groaned. "THIS ISNT ABOUT HOOKING UP."

He looks relieved.

"Oh thank god. I felt like I was about to puke. I'd rather triple my course load then touch you."

"This is about life or death-what I said before. I know you're having dark thoughts and you will have them for the next 28 days until you get hurt."

Jungkook is puzzled, yet looks personally attacked.

"Get hurt? Are you threatening me? You can't make physical threats in school, it's illegal-"

"NO. Look, I said some mean stuff to you 28 days in the future, and I may have provoked a bad decision you made- I don't know. Anyways, I made a deal with the devil, and he reversed time, so I can save your life," I attempted to explain.

Jungkook looked at me like I was insane, which I most certainly was.

He dishevels his hair, and takes a deep breath.

"Save my life? From who?"

I inch again towards his face.

"Save your life from you. You will be the one to take your own life."

He's shocked, and can't close his mouth for 20 seconds. He doesn't change his facial expression or blink.

I wave my hand in front of his face, and start clapping and snapping.

     "Hello?? I know you're JungShook, but I need you and I to work together here. Look, I don't particularly like you but I don't want anything tragic to happen to you, fool-"

     The door opened and someone entered into the closet. It was the Devil himself, Death. He was dressed in a fancy suit again, definitely something kids didn't wear in school.

     I exclaimed, "Behold, Jungkook! See this this guy wearing the prom date outfit? He's the devil I was talking about!"

But Jungkook doesn't change his facial expression since before. It's almost like he's frozen in time....oh wait a second. I gulped.

"Really? You thought you could just tell him? Besides this being a form of cheating, you can actually trigger a person from the level of insanity you're telling him." Death sighed.

I started whining. "But it's not insanity!!! It's real life!"

Death rolled his eyes. "Too bad. It's partly my fault for not clarifying, but I really didn't think you'd be THAT dumb to tell Jungkook."

    I inquired, "But why can't I warn him about what he's gonna do?"

"Telling a suicidal person about their impending doom won't completely stop them. You have to at least understand where the dark thoughts came from. My gosh, you have a lot to learn," he sighed and rubbed his temple.

I got down on my knees on the floor. Grasping my hands together, I pleadingly looked into his eyes.

"I'm so sorry PLEASE give me another chance I don't want to sell my soul to you and I don't want Jungkook to die either!"

"Fine...but," he sneered.

I realized that I was at his completely mercy.

"You have to grant me one wish. One favor. Anything I want in the future."

My heart beat erratically started increasing.

"Anything..?"

Death shrugged his shoulders. "Or you don't save Jungkook's life, and your soul is my property. Pick one or the other."

I grumbled, "Fine I'll do whatever you want."

Death smiled with his pure, box-shaped smile. That smile was so misleading. How could someone so deceptive have such an innocent grin?

"By the way my real name is Taehyung. Since it seems like you're gonna screw up a lot on this mission, we might as well be on a first name basis."

     He was right. I know I'm gonna screw it up a lot more in the future.

"So...another promise?"

I sighed.

"I promise not to tell Jungkook about his impending doom."

     Taehyung patted my head like I was his pet puppy.

“Good girl, now let’s shake on it.”

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28 Days - Part 2

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook's early end?

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Part 2 - Deal with the Devil

"The student that passed away was..Jeon Jungkook."

     I was completely stunned. No, this couldn't possibly be happening. It felt like someone punched me in the throat and the wind was knocked out of me. I couldn't breathe.

     "We'll have 5 minutes of silence to commemorate the great man that Jeon Jungkook was," Principal Lee declares.

     I snickered in my head. Silence? How was that supposed to help? Everyone remained quiet for the requested period of time, but I felt the urge to scream.

"You may resume your classes normally."

The next minute, the class didn't utter a word. If the principal thought silence could help, maybe staying soundless could bring back Jungkook? Finally, Mr. Kang broke the quiet. He frowned and put his hands over his eyes.

He muttered, "It's such a shame, he was a talented kid...he was a good kid.."

One of the many girls who was notorious for crushing on Jungkook, Ji Hee, began crying in the corner of the classroom. She dismissed herself to go to the bathroom. The whole class broke into whispering.

     Chul, a jock from the basketball team babbled to his desk partner,  "What could have caused him to take his own life? He had good grades, all the girls chasing behind him, and even assholes sucking up to him. Sure he was occasionally a douche, but he had it all." Some students muttered in agreement.

Mr. Kang told Chul to "Shut the hell up". He spends the rest of class explaining the signs of suicides and reminiscences his favorite memories with Jungkook.

        All throughout the day, I heard people's grievances, theories and even jokes about my enemy's end.

"Sad he took his own life. I saw his abs yesterday and damn those babies could have been put to good use," a preppy girl walking ahead of me in the hallway snorted.

     Her friend smacked her hand and the other girl cackled, "Too soon?"

     In my physics class, Fred, a book smart kid, whispered to his fellow nerd, "I can't believe Jungkook is gone...he was such a smart kid too and we were fighting to win that scholarship. Wait does that mean he's disqualified and I'm automatically in? I'm sorry for what happened to him, but it's definitely less competition for valedictorian so I mean there's a plus. I'm upset about his tragic end but it ain't ours."

     My fists clenched in anger. I was about to call him out on his BS, but realized I had barely any right. I haven't been on good terms with Jungkook for years. We've been public enemies in the school for so long. It would be hypocritical of me to say he shouldn't say these malevolent words about him.

      Why should I be concerned? Shouldn't I have been happy that my enemy was gone? No, he wasn't just my enemy..he was my classmate. An acquaintance who I saw most days of the week. And even in one part of my life, he was my friend. And above all, Jeon Jungkook was human.

     That's how it continued for the rest of the day. Some students were traumatized about his death and left school to grieve. Some were frightened that someone so young could be gone. Some just didn't care. And some pretended to care.

      Where would I fit? I definitely did care, I felt this pang of pain in my chest. My heart felt like a glass vase that someone smashed against the floor.

     I recall to the events of last night. Was I the one to trigger his death? Were my words too brutal? But I said worse and did worse to him in the past? What led him to his tragic end?

After my last class ended, I walked home. I was still traumatized about what had happened. I didn't provoke him to harm himself, I told myself. It was an unfortunate event, but I could not be held accountable.

I felt a drop of water hit my neck. I looked up to the clouded sky. And then rain fell down in buckets. I remembered something I didn't want to think about for many years. I kept this memory in the back of my head, because Jeon Jungkook used to my my source of happiness.

It was "outside recess" in 5th grade and I was playing alone. I wasn't a complete loner, but I remembered some days in recess I had kids to play with me and other days I didn't.

     I prayed for there to be rain, so I could go back inside and read a book. But no, of course it didn't and I had to play alone outside. Everyone had their own clique, and I tried to smile or wave at certain groups, but they seem involved in their own circle of friends.

      As I was walking along, kicking wood chips, I saw Jungkook smiling two feet in front of me and asked if he wanted to hangout with him and his friends. The rain I was praying for all day did finally arrive-it was Jeon Jungkook.

And that's what provoked me to run. I ran all the way to the local graveyard and tears began pouring from my face. Jeon Jungkook, my rain, was dead. And he's to be buried here somewhere. I found a reservation for him. His family already prepared the place for his body. The funeral didn't occur yet and his body wasn't in the grave, but I sobbed.

      I fell to my knees and put my head into my hands. The rain drops and my tears collectively poured down on my face. It felt like the sky was crying with me, too.

"This may be all my fault. I don't understand how it is, but it's all my fault.... I'm such a wicked person..."

I heard a deep voice behind me.

"It may be your fault, but the pain can be reversed Miss."

I wiped my face. It didn't really matter though because I doubt the stranger could distinguish between my tears and rain drops. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I slapped it away.

      His hand was icy cold. I know this action may be rude, but I didn't know this person. I would have recognized a voice that was deeper than the depths of Hell like his.

"What are you talking about...Who are you??"

I turned around. I saw a blonde, tall man wearing a suit, with a strikingly beautiful tan.

He held his hand out. Since I don't trust strangers easily, I shook my head and refused.

I implored, "Before you touch me, can you at least tell me who you are?"

I wiped my hands on my knees and slowly stood up. I felt a lot smaller than he was. Even though he isn't the tallest or most muscular guy I've met, his ethereal appearance made me feel beneath him.   

      How can someone look so beautiful in the middle of a storm?

     His blonde locks were perfectly tousled from the rain, and his suit, although drenching wet, looked like a million bucks. Meanwhile my soaked Walmart clothes were sticking to my skin. I don't even want to imagine the mess my hair was in.

The mysterious stranger grinned innocently with a boxed smile, showing off his pearly whites. His white teeth was such a contrast from his tanned skin, which made him look like he was kissed from the sun himself.

Besides his cute smile, everything else about him screamed sex appeal. I didn't know there were attractive people on that level who existed in my area.

"I'm a devil from Hell, and I'm here to offer you a proposition."

I chuckled and thought to myself, Guys I meet can't be hot and normal, can they?

"Yeah, sure you are. And I'm a 4 foot tall pink elephant who is a part time chef and part time secret agent. Thanks for giving me a laugh though. I really needed it after this stressful day." I stretched and began walking on the stone path to leave the graveyard.

The glowing stranger gripped my arm and said, "Not so fast, sweetheart..I know all about your deceased enemy.. and I also know about your regret.."

I gulped and tried to escape from his grasp. I pulled with all the might my 5'4 body could give me. My arm wouldn't budge.

I laughed nervously. "What do you mean?"

     "Jeon Jungkook is gone..you have a burden upon your shoulders..how about I do a little favor for you because I'm," he clenches my arm significantly tighter and moves his mouth an inch from my ear, "such a nice guy".

      He grins innocently again with his child-like box smile, while his sky blue eyes were piercing through my own eyes.

I stated skeptically, "I have no idea how you know about any of that information. I'm assuming you're a neighborhood stalker...But for real bro, how you gonna help me."

The stranger rolled his eyes and replied, "With my demonic abilities, I can reverse time 28 days from now, so you can prevent your arch-enemy's end." My heart began beating erratically faster from his bizarre words.

      To top the strange sentence off, he simply adds,  "And by the way you can call me Death."

I decide to along with this crazy dude. He loosens his grasp and I put my hands on my hips.

"Why do call yourself Death?"

"Because that is my specialty..I collect souls from Earth after the body starts decaying, and send them off where they're supposed to be."

"But why are you allowing me to save Jungkook's life?"

Death explains, "I can't tell you the exact reason, but I do believe you have a shot at preventing his early demise."

Of course he couldn't give me a clear explanation. Crazy people just always give crazy answers. I stood a little taller.

"Why 28 days, huh?"

"Because it took 28 days for Jeon Jungkook to contemplate his suicide."

    I continuously stare into his sapphire eyes, refusing to look away. He doesn't blink or look away either, so we had a staring contest for 15 straight seconds. It appears he's telling the truth.

     "How can I believe that you actually have the ability to reverse time? You could just be a crackhead in a fancy suit."

    Death chuckles. "You make a fairly good point. But if I wasn't Death, could I do this?"

     He snaps his fingers and the rain droplets freeze in the air, remaining in a still position. They glimmered like diamonds, when they weren't falling. I realized that besides us, everything else in the graveyard was completely frozen. The birds, crickets, wind-everything was dead quiet.

      Death inches towards me, his tall figure lowering so we were eye to eye. "I'm pretty sure if I can freeze time, I can reverse it too sweetie." He snapped his fingers again, and the rain continued to pour down. I back away, finally acknowledging his power.

I stuttered, "I-I don't know.. let me get these facts straight. You're from "down below" and you're willing to help me but it will probably be in exchange for something else. Sounds like the forbidden deal with the devil to me, which can lead to my own doom."

     Death shrugs his shoulders. "True, I could be manipulating you for my own gain. But aren't you curious or not if you were the one who directly caused his self-destruction?"

I gulped and looked down from his gaze. I was too ashamed to look directly in his eyes and answer that question.

"Damn those words you said at Eunha's party?" He mocks me then whistles.

"Even coming from me, someone who lives in Hell...that's just... evil."

I moved my legs and took one step away from him. "How did you know about what happened at the party..."

    "And damn, that must suck being a pathetic human and having a guilty conscience. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You disagree now, you'll have to live with knowing that you may or not have caused Jungkook's..departure from Earth."

I backed away more until my back hit the wall of the church. Damn it, I'm screwed.

I stammered, "I-I know I didn't cause it."

   Death raises his eyebrows. "Even if you didn't, that's selfish of you not wanting to invert time to save a classmate. You call Jungkook ugly but have you looked at yourself?"

I looked down once again in guilt and closed my eyes. He was right. Here I was crying about Jungkook 5 minutes ago, but I wasn't willing to travel time to to rescue him. But I knew with this opportunity Death was giving me, there was a price I had to pay.

I gulped and with all my bravery, i stared back into his stormy eyes.

I challenge him, "What if I'm not able to save him?" After the 2 seconds of eye contact, I looked back down.

      I feared his eyes the most because they appeared to know everything about me. Death placed his fingers underneath my chin and lifted my face up so I could clearly look at him.

     "Oh it's not that big of a deal..and who knows if you'll actually fail..."

He slips his hands into his pocket, and kicks a pebble away.

"But if you do fail, you'll just have to...stop living and sell your soul to me."

He then smirked and put his arms besides my head which was against the church wall. The way he had his arms surrounding me, reminded me of how boys would trap girls against the lockers in fanfictions. Except this ain't a fanfic, it's real life, and the devil had me trapped in his embrace against a church in a graveyard.

     I gulped. I really shouldn't be doing this. But then I recalled Jungkook's kindness at elementary school, and the kind boy I occasionally smiled with in class. This wasn't for me, this was for Jeon Jungkook.

   "So do we have a deal?" He lifts out his hand. I noticed his veins popping out.

      I usually find guys with prominent veins attractive (a sign of health and masculinity), but Death's veins popping out looked like he was a second from dying. I mean he was literally dead and his name was Death.

I nodded. I'm risking my existence for the boy who once had good intentions.

      "Yes.. we do."

     I shook his hands, and it stopped raining. The I️ cleared from the sky. I even saw sunlight pouring down. But then I slowly lost consciousness and energy from my body. Just before I fell, Death caught me in his arms, resting my head against his hard chest. I didn't hear a single heart beat. He pat my head with his hands, ruffling my hair.

"Just go to sleep, babe..." His words were like a hypnotizing lullaby and I couldn't refuse his command. Everything faded to black.

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28 Days

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Depression and Suicide.

Summary: You and Jeon Jungkook despise each other and were sworn enemies. But what if Jungkook took his own life? Would you be willing to make a deal with the Devil to relive the past 28 days and prevent Jungkook's early end?

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Part 1 - Friends to Enemies to Goodbye

There was only one man on the planet whose betrayal I could never forgive. He goes by the abhorrent name of Jeon Jungkook.

We were friends when were little. He resembled a bunny with his goofy, toothful smile. I remember playing on the swing sets with him during recess.

We'd never be afraid to ask questions to help each other with work, occasionally giggling and turning to each other when a joke was made in the classroom. 

      Jungkook and I weren't the closest friends, but we admired each other's work ethic and kindness. We had a connection. Whether it was in the classroom or playground, we had similar friends and developed a mutual respect for each other.

But one day in 6th grade, he stopped talking to me and we had a lot of heat between us ever since.

For a month, he completely ignored me, but then he began humiliating me in class. As the years went by, the bad blood between us became worse and worse.

      If I received a citizen of the month award, he had to get three that year. If a teacher complimented me, next day he'd be "buddy buddy" with the teacher and made sure the teacher preferred him over me.

We're both decently intelligent and diligent students. I'm not valedictorian-level, but in the top 10% of my class. But I have to work damn HARD, putting my blood sweat and tears for my grades.

Meanwhile Jungkook seems like he has a social life, plays sports, has his shit together, yet pulls off amazing grades flawlessly.

We were very competitive with each other, but not in a friendly cute way. More like it disgusted us to see the other one succeed.

He sometimes plays pranks on me, but not adorably annoying pranks, similar to how a guy would tease his crush. Oh no. They were pranks to demolish my mentality.

      In middle school, he placed a 20 dollar bill underneath the school computer that he knew I usually used. After class ended, I went to my favorite computer. I was reeled in by the bait Jungkook put underneath the keyboard.

Out of curiosity, I pick the bill up and held in my hands. Right after, I immediately gave the money to the librarian and asked her to put it in the Lost and Found. Jungkook recorded the entire spectacle on his phone.

He cut parts of the video, to make it seem like I found the money and was intending to keep it. He spread it around school, and for a whole semester I was known as "Twenty Dolla Thief".

And of course I pull some pranks too for revenge. And besides the occasional pranks, we barely acknowledge each other. Barely say hi. Barely knew each other. But we absolutely despise each other. Our discontent between each other's success grew with great intensity each and everyday.

      I decided to never forgive Jungkook. His actions weren't the worst cruelty, but it felt like ultimate betrayal to me. How could so much hostility sprout from a once blossoming friendship?

Everybody knew about the animosity between us. They didn't understand why it lasted-we aren't in the same friends' circle or popularity level. They didn't get why we would feel threatened enough by each other to hurt each other's lives.

I didn't comprehend it either. But Jungkook started the silent "Cold War" between us, and I was determined to win.

The shenanigans continue for years. But one day, he pulled a trick which really pissed me off. He lied to my partner about the due date of a project, and thus we hand it in late.

      It may not seem like a big deal, but the physics teacher took off half our marks, and then a bit more for some errors. This project counted 20% of my grade and my project final grade was a 65. I had enough with his destructive behavior.

I found out from my friend Bora on the phone that he was at some lame party.

Bora asked, "Are you sure you're gonna go? This is the first party you'll ever go to and I thought we made a pact to never go to high school ragers. A social gathering where there's alcohol and hormonal teenagers grinding against each other? Doesn't sound like fun to me."

I sigh. "I'm sorry but promises were meant to be broken. Especially if it involves Jeon Jungkook causing terror in my life."

I hang up the phone and look in the mirror. I'm wearing a loose T-shirt with a hoodie, matching sweatpants and classic gym sneakers. I don't care if this wasn't an appropriate outfit to wear at a my first high school bash.

My style was based on comfort and practicality, not to win a fashion show. I tossed in a few items into my drawstring bag and put it over my shoulder.

I call an Uber since the location of the festivity is far away from where I lived and I couldn't use my brother's bicyle to travel there. The expense of the Uber car costed most of my savings, but I could care less. My enemy will pay for the damage he caused one way or another.

I enter the rich part of my town, and the driver dropped me off in front of a mini mansion. There are a line of kids decked out in their most expensive clothing in front of the doorway.

Ew, exclusive parties based on social class, the worst.

I cut into the front of the line, meanwhile the overdressed teens begin cursing me in at least 10 different languages.

There were two buff security guys at the doorway and they demanded to know if I was invited. Security guy #1 judges me immediately upon my appearance.

"I definitely know you aren't on the list. Especially looking like that."

      He openly checked out my body with disgust.

"Looks like you're about to hit up the local gym as opposed to getting buzzed," the other agreed.

I could care less about what two bald guys with matching fanny packs thought about my style.

I replied, "Can you just move gorilla, I need to speak to a certain idiot."

The Twin Thumbs were enraged from my blunt words. They crack their knuckles, and were ready to pounce on me, their pray.

I pointed behind them. "Ooh look a loser trying to trespass into the party!" They immediately turn around. I run into the living room with both of them chasing behind me.

Thanks to my average height for a female, I was able to duck behind the dancing and drunk bodies in the midst of the rager.

I empty the contents of my draw string on the floor. I put on a cap, take off my glasses, and tie my sweatshirt around my waist, which slightly altered my appearance.

        There are a thousand things I could tell you that I hate about Jeon Jungkook. One of the most significant characteristics has to be his appearance.

No, his appearance wasn't grotesque looking. In fact, it was the complete opposite. He bloomed from the chubby bunny boy I knew in elementary and became a broad shouldered man.

He has a sharp jaw line that can cut the freshest of salad, and his physique screams masculinity. Every part of his body was hard muscle- I wouldn't be surprised if his eyebrows can lift weights.

I find Jungkook standing by the underground pool in the backyard, chatting amongst some pretty girls who'd probably end up as supermodels or gold diggers.

Amongst his group, there were also jocks who only hung out with certain people to maintain their social level.

       Typical. What else would you expect from Jungkook?

      He was dressed in a black V-neck douchebag shirt, skinny jeans that fit his muscular legs too well and vans. Jungkook had some sunglasses on (probably designer) that he usually wore. But why would he be wearing those sunglasses at night?

To get his attention, I purposely bump into his shoulder. Jungkook looked over and examined me, then turned his head away back to the bimbo girl he was speaking to.

I cough and stand a little straighter.

I asked with great confidence, "Are you going to apologize?"

He doesn't face me but answers, "Apologize for what?"

I clench my fist and raise it in the air.

"My project grade you turd head, you DESTROYED IT!"

Jungkook finally whips his head around and pulled his sunglasses up on his forehead. He scrunched up his nose and replied,

"And YOU destroy my good vibes. Leave me alone, ya crazy."

       The girls beside him snicker and the guys obnoxiously guffaw and pat his back, in approval of his retort.

It wasn't even a clever comeback, but of course his minions laughed at whatever their leader says.

I was boiling with anger, with my chest puffing in and out.

"You know what...you know what??"

"What?" Jungkook asks.

I took a deep breath and said what I've been holding in for years.

"You're UGLY!"

      It's quiet for a second and everyone began cackling. Even Jungkook chuckles, which is a first. The kid barely grins, especially when it involves me. A crowd gathers around us.

Jungkook snorts. "Ugly?? Really the best response you could come up with?"

    He picks up the bottom of his black shirt to reveal his washboard abs, even male models would envy.

"Would you call this "ugly"?"

Several girls shriek and snap pictures with their cellphones. One even faints and is carried by her friend back inside.

"That's not what I mean. Yes, you may not be ugly on the outside. Your face is somewhat symmetrical, you have a body that fits male beauty standards, and you have a lot of friends. But it's your soul and lack of empathy that makes you ugly."

All the kids in the crowd, even Jungkook's "friends" scream "OOOOHHHHH!!" Jungkook is flustered.

I continue, "You may be a model student. In front of the teachers and adults, you put up an act that you're this heroic, perfect guy. But if they knew half of the sins you committed, they'd feel ashamed to look at your face and share a room with you."

Jungkook looks hurt for a second. I see a pang of pain in his eyes. Wait, does he actually have emotion?

Then he roughly bumps his shoulder against mine and departs from the crowd.

Jungkook mutters under his breath, loud enough for me to hear, "Good to know that's how you feel about me," before finally exiting the backyard.

The crowd that was laughing at me are now laughing with me.

     "Damn didn't know you had that in you!" Some random football player slaps my back.

      Even one of the security guards that was chasing me before raises me up and puts me on his shoulders. There are kids cheering "y/n, y/n!!"

Although I may have "defeated" Jeon Jungkook tonight, it doesn't feel that great. I hurt his feelings. Sure he's mortified me dozens of times, but it's strange to see your tormentor have the same glint of anguish in their eyes that you usually do.

Perhaps I crossed the line.

I notice the whoops getting louder, and even some of Jungkook's minions are grinning at me, giving me a thumbs up.

Or perhaps I said the truth.

After about 5 minutes of being applauded, I get annoyed of the attention and decide to go back home. I don't have enough money for an Uber back, so it takes me 2 hours to travel to my place. Nice.

All throughout the journey, I was conflicted and wondered if my words were too cruel. I slip into my bed and fall asleep from mental exhaustion.

My phone's alarm wakes me up and I prepare myself to face Jungkook's wrath after my stunt last night. After my quick shower, I slip into my clothes and eat some cereal. Using my usual path to school, I arrive ten minutes early to class.

Entering my English classroom, I look for Jungkook but he's nowhere to be found. Thank God he usually arrives fashionably late to class.

I sit in my regular seat and put my head down against the desk and await for class to start.

     The bell rings and the morning announcements commence. It's strange because the announcements usually are made at the end of the period, not at the beginning.

      Principal Lee grimly states, "Good morning, students. I wish there was an easier way for me to say this...these tragedies are never easy to speak about." He pauses and sighs.

"I'm distressed to announce but at 6:12 AM, one of your classmates passed away by taking his own life,"

The class unanimously gasps.

      "The student that passed away was..Jeon Jungkook."

DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is Inspired by "In 27 Days" by @ HonorInTheRain on Wattpad.

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*me at 176 years old*

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