The Dancer || BTS Fanfiction

1 || 2 Cool 4 Skool

2012

The boys' dormitory.

'You hit her against her nose?!' 

'He did.' 

'It hasn't stopped bleeding since.'

'Let's talk about something else,... you brought a girl inside of our dorm!'

'What? She's injured!'

'She's a fucking thief.'

'You broke her nose, Hyung! It's clearly crooked.'

'Yoonig, you have to stop getting into bar fights.' 

'What if Jin-Hyung finds out?'

'What if I find what out?' Someone step closer to where I am resting. I've only been awake for a few seconds and all you can hear are people arguing. 'What is this?!' A clearly older guy yells. I can feel a blanket covering my red-slit dress. 

'Yoongi-Hyung got into a fight with this girl's ex after he followed her out of a club' Hoseok speaks, I recognize his voice. He lies. 

One person walks out silently. 

'He drinks too much.' Hoseok adds. 'He is getting worse again.' Jimin adds. 'What happened last month? He told me he fell down the stairs,' 

You can hear the older one sighing. 'He did. Haven't you noticed he stopped basketball? His shoulder is badly injured.'

'He seems fine?' Hoseok adds, caring for his friend. 'He hasn't been to dance practice either, he said he was working more and he got private lessons from you, Hoseok.' Jimin spoke again, sharing his worries. 

I tried hard to open my eyes. The light blinds my eyes. I speak up.

'His shoulder has suffered acute trauma. He used his left arm to punch when he is clearly right-handed.' I spoke while slowly trying to sit up. Everything in my body hurts. 'He suffers from it, I could see him clenching his jaw every time his body swung to his right.' After blinking a couple of times I notice the amount of people in the room. Six young boys are looking at me, as I lay in presumably someone else's bed. 

Do they all live together in this tiny apartment? Perhaps they are all brothers. Maybe they live with their parents still. Two of them are settled on the three bunk beds next to the bed I am lying on. Without sound, they look at me. This bed must be from the youngest one. It's a mess. 

In the doorframe I can see Yoongi, he turns his face to me. He must have heard me. 'Don't.' He snarls before he walks off. 

Hoseok is as white as s ghost, I must have scared him. My eyes trace the older boy's expression. '죄송합니다, Hoseok-nim.' Jimin turns to Hoseok together with three others who I don't know. Taehyung is merely staring at me. 

Carefully and slowly I try to push my body further upwards to sit. 'Fuck.' I feel a warm liquid leaving my nose. Instantly I put my hand to my face. Taehyung from up the bunkbed hands me a tissue and smiles brightly. '감사합니다, Taehyung-ssi.

Seven sleeping places in a room where there is barely enough room to walk. Why do they live together like this? 

'You must have many questions.' The older person reaches his hand towards me. 'Kim Seok-jin.' I shake his hand. 'Pleasure meeting you.' I make a slight bow with my head. The blood soaking through the paper. 

'If you don't mind, Seok-jin-nim.' My eyes fall on the paper in my hand. Jin nods. 'I'll get you a towel.' He smiles sweetly before walking off. For a second I catch my breath, groaning in pain. Hoseok looks traumatised, Jimin looks concerned, and Taehyung is, I tilt my head looking at him. What is he doing?