Lost (A BTS Bully FF)

Chapter 4

Y/N POV:

I opened my sore eyes to see the roof. I looked around and wondered what I'm doing here. Then I remembered. I came here during lunch to be alone. I must have fallen asleep. I took my phone out of my bag and checked the time. It showed 3:56. I did a double take. I missed all the classes after lunch. Damn it! Well, school ends at 4:30 so I can skip the last class and just go home now.

I made my way to my locker, feeling mostly confident that there won't be anyone to bother me. Making sure no one was there, I went to my locker and got everything I needed. I decided to go to the washroom to wash my face since it probably looks like shit now. I quickly washed up and got out.

As I was making my way to the exit of the school, I passed the dance room. The room had a glass wall so you could see whoever was inside. Dance used to be my favourite subject in school, but then I couldn't dance anymore due to all the bruises in my body. I looked inside, and to my surprise, I saw BTS. They were dancing a really familiar routine. I had seen it a million times. It was extremely familiar because I'd helped create the routine with Jungkook. That's right, Jungkook. He'd been my friend when I was new to this school. I was still very scared from my experience with my aunt and uncle. He understood and helped me. I don't know how he suddenly changed in one night. From being my only friend to one of my many bullies.

I looked at them with longing, wishing I could dance like that. I was too absorbed in their movements to notice that they were dancing in my direction and noticed me looking at them. The song was pretty long so I had more time to look.

When the song ended and they stopped dancing, I broke out my trance and noticed them looking at me. I turned around quickly and walked away, embarrassed.

BTS POV:

After we left the rooftop, we went to our next classes without saying a word to each other because we knew we were thinking about the same thing. Time had passed quickly so class was about to start. No one really paid attention to the teacher and she couldn't do anything because they owned the school.

Classes skipped by and they were still feeling bad. It was time for the last class of the day, dance. Dance is our favourite class. We can just dance and be free from our worries. We went into the classroom and played one of our long songs. We faced the side of the room and started. We start from the side and move to the front. We relaxed immediately. When we turned around, we saw..................Y/N?

She was immersed in our moves, her eyes filled with so much sadness. We continued dancing because it seemed like she enjoyed it. We felt happy and sad at the same time. When the song ended, we stared at her, and watched her snap out of her trance. She looked at us embarrassed and turned around, walking towards the exit. We looked at each other for a moment and decided the same thing, we wanted to talk to her. We rushed out, following her.

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