The Bet [BTS J-Hope] DISCONTINUED

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The next day, Lynna came to school with a pair of sunglasses and a mask. She wore long sleeves even though it was hot and she was practically shying herself from all of us. I hurried towards her and grabbed her wrist softly, making her stop.

"Lynna? Honey, are you alright?" I asked as Lynna turned to face me. I could see why she wore sunglasses and why she wore long sleeves.

I nodded and followed her towards the toilet. Putting the sign 'out of order' in front of the door, we got in. Lynna burst into tears as soon as we got in. "Honey, tell me."

"T-They hit me. I was trying to protect my mom, covering her with myself. I-I thought they w-weren't going to hurt me. B-But they did." Without asking her what she meant, I understood and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her. What she needed most now was comfort. She was only 15, with lots and lots of insecurities.

"Come on. Let's get you washed up." I brought her towards the sink, turning the tap on and rinsing water onto her face. Her makeup smudged, but I washed them all off.

She stood up straight, using the paper towels I took for her to wipe her face clean. I smiled at her before taking the makeup bag I knew she brought out and took out the concealer. Brushing it over the bruises on her face, I muttered comforting words to her, knowing that it was what she needed most right now.

Hoping I would find the person I needed to find, I brought Lynna to the principal's office. And I was right, Jungkook was sitting next to the secretary, helping with paperwork.

"Hana noona? What's wrong?" He looked up, staring at me before his gaze turned to Lynna. Assuming I'm correct, I nodded and let Jungkook take Lynna away. The secretary, who seemed unfazed, continued her work. But seeing that she still had much to do, I sat in Jungkook's chair and helped out. Even though she thought I couldn't see it, I saw her tiny smile of gratitude as the two of us finished the paperwork before the bell to first period rang.

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"Look at her. I don't even know why they would want to befriend her."

"Ew. She's so ugly. Even if I'm a boy, I wouldn't even date her."

"I'm a boy and I think she's disgusting."

"Is she a transferee?"

"Whore."

Rumours flew around, death threats pinned on my head. This all came in the package of befriending the boys. Even with my oversized hoodie and glasses, they still wouldn't get off my back.

I still wasn't talking to the boys. The only time we made contact was me seeing them and running the opposite direction. They were in most of my classes, but I chose to sit in the front and away from them. They kept trying to talk to me or even get near me, but I would hurry and leave before they even got 6 feet near me.

Even Jimin and Yoongi, the ones that I weren't familiar with, tried to make contact with me. But just like the others, I ignore them too.

By the end of the day, I guess they got too frustrated at my actions, so they stopped their actions. But I didn't expect was to be dragged off by Hoseok at the end of the day. Without saying anything, he dragged me towards their hangout building and pushed me against the wall, pinning me in between him and the wall, leaning in.

"What is wrong with you?"

That was the first question he asked as soon as he had pinned and knew I wasn't going to run away. "W-What do you mean?"

"You. What is your problem? First, you left my house after you saw my fireplace. Second, you don't talk to me but to Taehyung instead. And thirdly, you ignore all of us, including Lynna until recently. So you tell me, what is your problem?" His tone was angry, but he didn't look that way. Now I remember why I had fallen for him when we were young.

I sighed and looked anywhere except his eyes. He knew I was ignoring him so he grabbed my chin and directed my gaze to his. Giving in, I stared straight at him. "You don't remember, do you?"

His gaze softened, confused to why I asked him that question. "You don't remember anything from when we were kids, do you? You don't even remember our childhood! You don't remember our promise! You don't remember me! And the worst part is I can't remember much either.."

Tears start to fall from my face. He couldn't remember me. And I couldn't remember much of him either. Was I too harsh?

He looked confused, maybe wondering what I was saying. Mentally scoffing, I pushed him away and left his hold, running away, thinking how nice it would have been I hadn't been in that stupid accident.