*Jungkook POV*

I fumbled around in my backpack for my phone while walking to class. There were quite a few students moving around and I didn't realise how close I was to some of them. I collided shoulder to shoulder with someone and immediately bowed, noticing a floral yet strangely metallic scent from the person.

"Forgive me." I quickly turned away, not wanting to get caught up in a fight of any sort. I pulled out my phone and dialled dad while continuing through the bustling halls.

"Shouldn't you be at class?" He said as soon as he picked up without any hello or anything. I exhaled and slowed down, standing next to the door of the lecture room.

"Just wanted to say I love you, is all." I pouted and lowered my voice, hearing an annoyed sigh on his line.

"I love you too, Jungkook. But seriously, get to class. You need to study or else you'll end up a gay stripper." He coughed obnoxiously into the phone and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Yes dad, whatever you say dad, bye dad." I hung up and put my phone on silent. There weren't too many students yet and the professor was still setting up his materials for the class.

I took an empty seat in the middle of the quiet room and put my bag on the table. I closed my eyes and made a note of everything we learn in the last class in case he professor started asking questions. If you're properly prepared to do something then you'll always excel.

My brows furrowed as a strange smell wafted to my nose. It was that flowery yet tangy scent, almost like iron or maybe some metal. It's weird.

I felt the hairs on my neck nearly stand up as someone sat down next to me, that strange scent once again enveloping me and now an even stronger presence making me feel uncomfortable.

I spared a glance at the stranger beside me and felt my throat tighten at the jarring site in front of me.

A slim woman sat there, dressed in long black pants, a leather coat, black boots and a fedora style hat, hiding her eyes as all I could see was a sick smile on lips heavily laid with red lipstick.

I gulped and looked back at the professor nervously. He had noticed her too but didn't bring the subject up of her mysterious appearance. She definitely wasn't in this class...I doubt she even attended the University.

She made a slight movement and I saw her lay her hand on the table, tapping her ring covered fingers on the shiny surface of the desks. I looked at her face again, she was turned toward the professor now, her face completely hidden from me. All I could see was her blonde hair, straightened and long.

A foreigner maybe?

The professor cleared his throat as more students filled into the room. He put his glasses on and looked at his notebook unhappily. "Someone tell me the answer to question 46." He glared at the students that were late and I realised I had started biting my fingernails subconsciously. A habit that I couldn't get rid of.

That woman....she shouldn't be making me so uncomfortable but for some reason her dark aura and hidden face was nerve-racking for me.

"Oh my dear professor..." She spoke out in a deep yet beautiful voice, both stable and sultry with a devilish tone. Her hand reached into her coat and my heart slowed as she revealed a shiny object.

No way.

"No one gives a fuck." She outstretched the gun towards the professor that had been teaching me for over a year and pulled the trigger. Everyone in the classroom screamed as the loud bang echoed in the room.

My eyes widened as my head moved to the professor who collapsed backward onto the ground, a small amount of blood escaping from the deep hole in his forehead.

She tipped her hat back with her other hand and flicked her eyes directly on me, making my body go tense and rigid.

"Hello, Jungkook." She blew a kiss towards me and winked. My breaths came out harshly as I looked between the still body of my professor and the twisted woman in front of me.

This must be a joke....some sick prank by the other students. But....the way they were running with terrified expressions....that can't be fake.

"You know...I never liked men that teach. They're just full of sh-" I grabbed my bag and jumped up from my seat, my own head filling with terror when I realized what just happened.

She just murdered our professor.

I ran out as fast I could and burst through the door, making a dash for the crammed exit.

An alarm suddenly blared through the school p.a system but the students were already grabbing their stuff and scrambling towards the exits in chaos and fear. Everyone heard the shot and word spread like wildfire.

I heard her familiar strong voice yelling behind me but I continued pushing through students to get out of the school. She knows my name.....what does she want with me? No, no, no....

This isn't real.....this isn't fucking real.