Pinky Promise--Taekook

NO

The next day I arrive and in a similar fashion, people are still staring, and Taehyung has yet to show up. I sit down, bored as hell. Someone slams their hands on my desk. Just like Yoongi had done a month ago. 

But it wasn't Yoongi. It was Changbin. I glare at him. By now I was done with his shit. 

"What do you want, Binnie?" I tilt my head at his name, leaning forward to glare up at him. The class had gone silent, watching our interaction. 

"You--"

"Me? You! Stop fucking harassing me" I yell and stood up. I grabbed him back the collar and drag him to the empty storage room. 

"You're clearly not going to stop. You're not going to stop even though he's dead. So, I don't fucking care anymore--do whatever you want to me" I cross my arms. 

The bandage over my neck feels very apparent now, uncomfortable and strange. I feel Changbin staring at me. I headed to the door. If he wasn't going to do anything I might as well get an education. 

He grabs me by the elbow. An annoying habit he had. He pulls me back into the class and suddenly my back is against the wall. 

I raise my hands, preparing for him to hit me, btu he doesn't. "Jk..." and I feel him lower my arms. 

"What?" I snap. 

He kisses me then. He hands on the sides of my shoulders. They brush over my collar and touch my neck, pressing against the--

Bang. 

I hit the stall door. 

Bang

I'm locked in the stall. Changbin stalking towards me. 

A knife is pressed against my neck. 

"I can do whatever I want to you" 

I shove him off and he crashes into desks. MY hands are shaking. I slide ot the gorund, panicked. 

Changbin's breath against my neck. 

The blood seeping out of my skin. 

What was happening?

The door slams open. "Get out of here!" yells a strong voice and Changbin scurries off. 

"Hey Jungkook" Namjoon appears before me. I realize how shattered my breathing is. 

"What's wrong? "He asks while taking my hands. "Breathe, come on. In....out"

I followed his breathing, holding back tears. I'm here. Namjoon is here. He's with me. He's safe. 

"Did he hurt you?'

"I'm-I'm not sure" I say while regulation my breathing and shaking hands. "I'm going to go home..."I got up whole feeling dizzy. 

"What's wrong?" He questions while standing with me, holding my elbow so I didn't fall. 

"I don't know" I respond and walked past him. My hands shook as I walked to class. I hid them in my packets as I left school.