DISCLAIMER: This fanfic is inspired by "In 27 Days" by HonorintheRain.

     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 a group 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."

AUTHOR's NOTE: damn shit just got real. And y/n means "your name" for those who don't know!!
Also it's mentioned later on but Jungkook and the main character go to an international high school so people will have Korean and foreigner names.

DISCLAIMER: if youre the type of reader to throw a hundred hate comments at the main character in fanfics: "shes a b*tch" "shes a c*nt" "she deserves nothing", i highly suggest u to stop reading! if u spam those comments, its rly iritating to see in my notifications and i may mute you. thanks!