Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

28.

Jisoo was worried about going to class. Of course, everyone already knew that her mother had died. Maybe even they knew how. She didn't care if they called her the daughter of a drug addict, but Jisoo didn't want to see pity in their eyes. They did not spare her during her pregnancy, while Jisoo refused to skip school in every possible way to keep up with classes. Classmates managed to insult the girl behind her back, but in such a way that she perfectly heard everything that her peers thought about her. And now she will not be able to accept their condolences, because until now she has not been able to forgive what they said.

"Hey, it's okay," Haein whispered to her, noticing how tightly Jisoo gripped the sleeve of his bomber jacket as if she was afraid of falling or getting lost when they walked down the hallway towards the classroom.

Passing by the principal's office, Jisoo unconsciously remembered seeing her mother coming out of it and it became hard to breathe. Her mother was so humiliated because of her, and the last thing she told her was that the parent would rather hang out with clients than be interested in her daughter. She didn't know for sure if she still had the right to rehearse instead of attending classes, since now there was no one to intercede for her, so she felt even more in danger. From these thoughts, the grip on the fabric of the bomber only became stronger.

"Baby," Haein called her, noticing how heavy her hand was under the pressure of the girl's fingers, and stopped in front of the door to the classroom. "I have to talk to the coach before the lessons, to explain my absence from trainings. The game is tomorrow. Can you wait five minutes without me?" he asked, looking into her uncertain eyes, and already wanting to score on basketball so that he would never let go of her palm and stalk her all day.

"Are you afraid that I will break someone's skull? I'm not a child," Jisoo chuckled, teasing him with the words he once said to her, since only jokes helped her stay conscious and not uninterruptedly cry for hours. "I can handle. Seriously. And Jaehyun is in the class, he..."

"Do you want me to change my mind about going to the coach?" he interrupted her, crossing his arms sternly over his chest. There's no way Haein can normally react to this guy's name, especially if it comes out of Jisoo's mouth.

"He helped me a lot these days, Haein," Jisoo excused herself, not wanting to see the two of them fighting again right now. Moreover, she faced the difficult task of convincing Jaehyun and his parents to let the three of them go to sea with Haein. She can't do it by stealing a child from a diplomat's heavily guarded mansion.

Haein understood this well because Jisoo had told him about it more than once during the night, clearly trying to improve his attitude towards Jaehyun. But she didn't see how all of Haein's insides were burning, literally preventing him from breathing and thinking normally when he remembered how this guy forcibly kissed his Jisoo. And if he hasn't promised her not to touch him, he would have long ago torn his damn lips into meat, forever depriving them of the ability to touch anyone.

"Good," he replied patiently after some thoughts. "But if he even lays a finger on you, you will tell me. Don't even dare defend him, I'll destroy him."

"Stop it, Haein," Jisoo said, frowning. "You scare me when you say that," she admitted honestly, though she tried to twist a mocking smile so as not to show him how sometimes his threats bother her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that this jerk gathers all my inner demons into one common coven, and I can't control myself," he said, softening in his face, and stroked her cheek with his palm, showing that he was not serious. Let Jisoo think so.

"I should re-educate your demons," she giggled, leaning her cheek against his light touch. "Go ahead, the bell will ring soon. And don't come back until the coach invites you to the game, you hear me?" she added, changing her face and menacingly raising one eyebrow in a demanding tone.