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130. GOT7 Yugyeom - The Rescue Operation

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Kim Yugyeom is the cute, silly boy who sits next to you in class, the one you're secretly harboring a crush on. When he and his friend get on the wrong side of some dangerous people, it's up to you to make sure he gets out alive.

Warnings: Strong language, violence, Gang!au. (BTS are the bad guys in this one. No hate intended.)

Word Count: 5.6k+

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It was one of those days. A dull, gloomy morning when the sky was overcast and heavy grey clouds wouldn't let the sun peek through. It hadn't rained justyet but you spotted more than a few precautionary umbrellas in the hands of students who trudged into the classroom miserably. Your own umbrella was sticking out of your backpack and you nudged it with your foot as the bell rang loudly. Students rushed to their seats in a clatter of chairs scraping and murmurs of greetings. You slumped back into your seat.

Damn it. He didn't turn up to class again.

The seat right beside yours was empty for the third day in a row. Class wasn't the same without Kim Yugyeom sitting beside you. His long legs always struggled to fit under the desk, a slightly sheepish smile on his face as he rummaged through his bag and then asked you if he could borrow a pencil. Not to mention the way his head was always bopping to some music that only he could hear. It was hard not to find Yugyeom's playful antics and innocent laugh extremely endearing, so you'd been harboring a crush on the cute boy for the last four or five months. You had finally decided that you were going to pull yourself together and ask him out, but he'd been MIA ever since you worked yourself up to the decision.

You reached down to grab your notebook from your backpack, preparing yourself for a miserable Friday morning math class alone. You barely noticed that a large figure had slumped into the seat next to you. When you straightened up, Yugyeom was sitting in his usual seat. He was wearing an oversized hoodie over his uniform with the hood covering most of his face, but you were so happy to see him that you smiled excitedly. You turned and beamed at him.

"Hi!" you greeted him in a whisper, trying not to attract the attention of your math teacher, who was instructing everyone to open their textbooks. Yugyeom stiffened and his head only tilted a little bit towards you.

"Uh, hi," he replied hoarsely.

You blinked at his unenthusiastic response. Yugyeom was generally bright and cheerful in the mornings. About a month into being forced to sit with you, he'd started to greet you with a high-five. His over-eagerness had put you off at first but once you'd allowed yourself to give in, you found yourself enjoying his company. Yugyeom had eventually developed a secret handshake for him and his 'desk-buddy' as he liked to call you; one which involved something between a fist bump, a high five and making some rather stupid sounding explosive noise with your mouth. It was stupid, but weirdly fun.

Today, his fists were clenched on the table, hands trembling slightly.

"Yugyeom, are you okay?" you whispered, concerned.

He turned to look at you and you had to stifle a gasp as you finally peeked past his hood. Yugyeom had a large bruise under one eye and an ugly, slightly bloody scrape went across his cheek. Your heartbeat thudded as you stared at him for a moment. "Oh my god..."

"I'm fine, don't worry about it," he mumbled.

"How did you get hurt?" you wondered, shocked.

Yugyeom opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by the teacher yelling at you both to stay quiet. You blushed and turned back to your textbook, your heartbeat thudding as you wondered which asshole had dared to put their hands on somebody as precious and fun-loving as Kim Yugyeom.