Requested by kkaamjong! I tried my best and I hope you love it! I'm sorry it's so late~
"Look who's here," Krystal, the queen bee, sang as I entered the classroom. I've been dreading this moment ever since I woke up. I could already feel my cheeks burn and the sweat dripping down my back as the whole class stared at me, as if I'm a freakshow. As if I'm not normal. I scrambled to my seat, trying to become unseen, but on my way, I tripped on someone's foot and dropped my stuff. At least I didn't fall. Everyone started laughing, Krystal's being the loudest. She stood up and walked towards me as I bent down to collect my stuff from the ground. She grinded her expansive heels on my fingers and grinned evilly. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Please stop," I begged as tears ran down my face.
"Nah, I'm good." She cackled then spat on me. She then walked back to her seat as everyone chuckled at the pathetic sight of me. "So ugly, pathetic, and useless. I wonder why Jongin dates her." I quickly gathered my stuff and stood up, ignoring the pain of my fingers as much as I can. Surprisingly, I shot back at her.
"It's because I wouldn't be horrible and nasty to someone as you are to me." The whole class went quiet as Krystal processed my words. Before she could act back, the teacher walked in. I sighed in relief and kept my eyes on the board the whole class.
When lunchtime rolled around, I quickly darted my way into the cafeteria to avoid Krystal. I spotted Jongin, my boyfriend, with his group of friends at a lunch table. I plastered a smile on my face, trying to look happy. I quickly ran to them and back hugged him. He jumped, startled.
"_____! You scared me!" Jongin exclaimed as I giggled. He took my hands and brought me to sit on his lap. His friends greeted me and I smiled in responds to them. "Did you miss me?"
"Of course I did," I pecked his lips and leaned my head against his chest. His friends started to include him into a conversation about what happened in their class. Jongin started to play with my fingers and I winced, feeling pain. I didn't want to show Jongin my pain, though, because he doesn't know about Krystal. As he continued, I couldn't hold it in anymore and groaned out. His head whipped over to me, concern in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Jongin asked as I shook my head. He crunched up his face in confusion. He looked down at over interlocked hands and saw the bruises on my knuckles down to my wrist. His eyes widened. I bit my lip, disappointed he found it. "Who did this, ____?" He said this softly, so no one would know of my pathetic mark of the earlier events.
"No one, I just uhm, fell and uh, hit my hand on the stairs," I stumbled over my words and I lied. He could tell this was a lie and his face read that he was waiting for the truth. I sighed and stood up. "Not here." He stood up and we walked out of the cafeteria to an empty hallway. He didn't stop holding my hurt hand in his the whole time. We stopped an empty classroom and we entered. I sat on a desk while Jongin stood in front of me.
"Who did this to you?" He repeated the same words as earlier. His eyes held anger, sadness, concern, and revenge.
"Krystal," I mumbled. His eyes widen.
"But she is always so sweet to me. She did this to you?" I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.
"Jongin, she does worst to me! This is pretty mild. She spat on me, she's slammed me against the wall before, she's evil! She does this because I date you!" By this point, I was conquered by my tears and I couldn't go on. Jongin quickly pulled me into a hug and stroked my hair. As soon as I calmed down, he pulled back a bit.
"Don't worry, we'll fix this. We'll do everything to stop it, I promise," he kissed my forehead," but I just don't get why you didn't tell me at first." I wiped away a couple of runaway tears and then spoke up.
"I didn't want to worry you, babe. You are always busy with your dancing and school work so I didn't want to add more stress." He kissed me softly.
"I want to know if something like this happens. I don't care what it is, I want to know. I'll always make room for you, ___, because I love you," he whispered lovely when we pulled away. My heart rate went up when he said the last three words. I'll never get used to it.
"I love you too," I grinned and he pulled me off the desk. He put a arm around my shoulder protectively.
"Now let's get to the nurse for that hand of yours."
