Coffee [BTS Fanfiction]

Chapter 9

I started working with Jimin after school till closing to avoid going home. Why? My uncle wanted a divorce with my aunt so they've both been abusing me. I didn't have the guts to tell anyone , so I've been wearing long sleeves and pants even though its the middle of summer.

It was another boring day of school, of course I was still stuck in between Taehyung and Jimin. They kinda have a cold war going on with me being in the middle. "Kirbie, let's walk to last period together" Tae grabbed my hand and walked down the hall. "Tae oppa, why are you holding my hand?" I tried shaking his hand off but his grip was too strong. Then I saw a very jealous Jimin looking in our direction. So that's why he's holding my hand. I'm starting to think that the only reason he's nice to me is because he wants to make Jimin mad. Does that mean he's just using me? My heart sunk at the thought of that.

We entered the classroom hand in hand. People were looking and whispering. I couldn't do anything but stare at the floor. I don't like this. I dont like being used! I kicked him in the shin causing him to fall on his knees and finally let go of my hand. The entire class gasped and I ran for it.

I don't know why but tearing were just falling. Why am I even sad? He's nothing but a 'friend' that used me. I ran until I bumped into someone. I didn't want anyone to see my crying face so I kept my face low and apologized. I tried to walk past him but he blocked me. "Kirbie? Are you crying?" I looked up to see a familiar face. "Jungkook oppa?" I hugged him tightly as tears continued to fall down my cheeks. "Oppa" I cried with all my might. He grabbed my hand and lead me out of the school.

We arrived at the park where he told me all about Jimin and Taehyung. He sat me down at the end of the slide and kneeled down in front of me. He used his hand to wipe my tears. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?" I haven't had anyone ask me that in so long. If almost felt as though those words were never meant to be put together. I nodded slightly. I never had the courage to tell anyone about my problems, but something, something about Jungkook made me believe that he would understand me and I could trust him. "Taehyung....." I started, looking into his eyes for a signal of some sort. "What about hyung?" Then I told him the whole story about how I felt like I was being used by Taehyung. I have to admit, I regretted telling him afterwards because I knew that Taehyung was a person that Jungkook truly respected and I just ruined that image for him. I, once again, look at him trying to read his expression. "I never knew... I never knew Hyung was that type of person..." he looked at me with sad eyes which soon became a happy bunny smile. "I'll make you feel better" He took my hand and lead me to fireman pole (It's the pole you slide down on, we call it a fireman's pole, idk. About where you live :)

"Kirbie, did you know that I used to afraid of heights?" He held onto the pole and I could see his hands shaking. "But because I like someone now, I'm gonna get over this fear, but I want you to help me Kirbie" I nodded and frowned a bit at the thought of him liking someone. He reached his hand signaling for me to hold it. He squeezed my hand before grabbing onto the pole and attempting to slid down. I heard a huge crash and quickly ran off the playground to see Jungkook on the floor with bleeding knees. "JUNGKOOK!" I quickly tried to help him up, but he accidentally grabbed one of my scars causing me to lose strength and whimper. "Ahhh..." I pulled my arm back still wincing at the pain and clenched my teeth trying to sustain the pain. I stared and the bleeding Jungkook and quickly tried to help him up again despite my probably bleeding arm. "Kirbie, are you okay? You seem to be in more pain than me..." He gave me a concerned look as I held my arm and looked away. Jungkook got up, dusted himself off, and lead me to the bottom of the slide. He grabbed my arm forcefully and rolled up both of my sleeves against my will.  "Is this why you've been wearing long sleeve shirts?" His voice sounded serious, catching me off guard. I nodded ever so slightly causing him to let out a deep and heavy sigh. "Who did this to you?" His grip tightened around my wrist. I cursed myself out for being so obvious and leading me up to this sticky situation. Okay Kirbie, think, you have two options. Option one is to spill the truth and probably end up living on the street or lie to him and have him question you every single time he meets you. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. "My aunt and uncle..." I muttered, hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear, but he did. "Go home and pack." He let go of my wrist and faced the other direction and messing his hair in frustration and anger. "Jungkook ah~" I got up and touched his shoulder, trying to calm him down. He flung my hand home and faced me "I SAID GO HOME AND PACK! YOU ARE LIVING WITH ME NOW!" I stood there shocked by both his yelling and what he said. He saw my frightened faced and held my shoulder. "I am not letting anyone hurt you okay?" he looked me dead in the eye causing me to blush a bit. "But I can't... why would I live with a man? Plus my aunt and uncle would never let me..." I trailed off as I tried to wiggle out of his tight grip. "I don't care about your aunt and uncle, if they are going to hurt you, I am not letting you stay there!" His voice only got louder and I only got more frightened. "But my aunt and uncle..." I wanted help, I wanted someone to just lift me away from this pain, but it couldn't be Jungkook, him and I both knew that too well. "Don't worry, I'll talk to your aunt and uncle" He pulled me into his muscular arms and hugged me tightly. I didn't resist. I didn't refuse. Maybe the saver I was looking for was disguised as a cute little bunny boy?