Full Moon

Chapter 27: Dreams of the past

Jungkook's POV

"Hahahaha! You're so weak, Jungkook!"

"Weakling!"

"Stop it! Give me back my bag!" I shouted at the kids who were bullying me while tears freely flowed down my cheeks.

"Aww~! What a crybaby~ Does your mom still kiss your boo-boos? Come here, I'll do it for you!" The big bully clenched my collar, lifting my body up without effort as I was smaller and weaker than them, just like they said.

I couldn't even fight for myself. . . couldn't even throw a punch. . .

I then felt a stinging pain in my left cheek as the big bully punched me hard. I was knocked to the ground, dirty and wounded. I cupped my cheeks that were aching so much, feeling my wet cheeks stained with endless tears.

Why am I so weak!?

"Get him! You dare step into our territory? Make sure he never walks again. Let him crawl his way back home." He smirked devilishly. His friends— or rather, his minions— walked over to me and began throwing hard punches.

"Stop! Please!" I begged, my t-shirt's now torn from their constant grabbing.

"Oh look, he's begging~ Hahaha! So ugly! Beg more, trash!" one of them threw a punch straight to my right cheek. My body hurts. . I couldn't almost feel my arms and legs anymore.

I closed my eyes tightly as tears continued to stream down my grubby cheeks. I curled up on the dirty ground and used my small frail arms to cover my face. I felt their harsh kicks on my legs and back, I could hear their waves of laughter and their piercing gazes filled with hate and disgust. Pain consumed my whole body. Anger and resentment consumed my heart. . .

"Stop." I heard their leader say. A brief sense of relief washed over me when his minions stopped. But I know this isn't the end of their beating.

"What's next? Should we throw him in the trash where he belongs?" laughed one of them.

I felt the big bully walk over to me. I prepared myself for the worst of it all, then I felt him grab what was left of my shirt, my whole chest and stomach exposed. He lifted me up and I saw him raise his fist, ready to throw the hardest punch. I automatically closed my eyes and just waited to receive the punch. But then we heard a strong voice from a distance.

"Hey! What do you kids think you're doing!" said a man. I peeked through my lashes and saw a guard coming our way.

"Dammit! Run!" He harshly threw me to the ground and I winced in pain as I hit my tailbone. All of them scrammed away, leaving me alone. . . finally.

"Did you see that weird birthmark? Hahaha! What a weirdo!"

"Right? What was it again? A crescent moon mark? Hahahaha! We should've thrown him in the trash! It's where he belongs anyway, with his family of rats!"

I heard them laugh and insult me before they turned the corner. My hand instantly moved and covered the birthmark on my lower waist.

"Hey, kid. You okay?" The guard asked. Obviously, I am not. Ever since they started bullying me without any reason— I wasn't okay. "C'mon, let's bring you home." He offered his hand to help me up but I didn't take it and placed my hand on the trunk of the tree near me.

I don't want to go home. I don't want my parents to see me looking like shit. They'll just worry and ask me questions again. I didn't want them to see how weak their son is.