Saved by Him : Kim Taehyung (BTS's V) FanFic

Chapter 4

I quickly pulled down my shirt and turned back around.

"Pretend you didn't see them. Now go back to sleep, I'll do it on my own." I said frantically, grabbing the ointment from his hands.

Taehyung got up slowly and looked at me.

"You can't let him control your life." he whispered, looking at me straight in the eyes.

"Why do you think I left?" I replied.

He nodded and walked back to his room. When I heard his room door close, I sighed and slouched down. But I felt something wet on my back. I reached back there and dabbed my hand on the wetness. I looked at my hand and saw blood. I was used to it now... it wasn't new.

"Yah! That's blood!" Namjoon yelled.

"Namjoon! Be quiet!" I shouted back.

I totally forgot he was here. I hope he didn't see my scars.

"Your scars must've reopened." he whispered.

I mentally slapped myself, now two people know about my scars.

"You can't tell anyone that my scars reopened, Namjoon. Not even Taehyung. None of the guys." I said.

He nodded.

"Do you have cloth bandages?" I asked.

He nodded and got up, getting them from the medicine cabinet. I thanked him and wiped the blood with some tissue before I wrapped the cloth around my lower back. I winced at the pain and continued wrapping my back. When I was finished I quickly washed my bloody shirt and slipped on another one.

"Thanks Namjoon oppa." I smiled.

He smiled and nodded, returning to his room. I sighed and sat down beside Dahee. I stroked her wet hair and thought about how I could make her life better.

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"Miyoung-ah." someone whispered.

I opened my eyes and saw Jin in front of my face.

"It's time to go to school. Taehyung told me to wake you up." he said.

"Thanks. Can I use your bathroom?" I asked, glancing over at empty spot on the couch.

"Don't worry, Dahee is already up. Taehyung walked her to school already." Jin added.

The front door opened and Taehyung walked through the door. He looked exhausted. He had bags underneath his eyes and his posture wasn't as composed. I got up and grabbed my clothes and toiletries. I took a quick shower, careful of my open scars. I brushed my teeth and put on some light makeup. I put on some leggings and a pink baggy t-shirt. When I walked out of the bathroom, everyone was on the couch.

"Miyoung-ah! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Jimin asked.

"Jimin, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." I smiled.

The rest of the members nodded and got up.

"Let's go to school!" J-Hope smiled.

We all walked out of the apartment building and made our way to school. I lagged behind when we got to school, I didn't want people judging the boys because they were hanging out with me. No one liked me. At all.

I walked to my locker and grabbed my books, heading to my first class of the day.

"Miyoung!" someone shouted.

I looked up and saw Yoongi waving his hand like crazy. He ran up to me and smiled.

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry- man, I'm so out of shape." he panted. I giggled and listened to him finish.

"I'm sorry for going back to sleep while you were all injured and trying to bandage yourself up." he choked out.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for waking you guys up. Dahee has nightmares once in a while." I said.

"Well, I'm going to go to my class now. Bye!" he smiled.

I bowed as he walked away. I walked to my next class and sat in the corner alone.

During class, I never paid attention. I always fiddled with my pencil and was always bothered about what that horrible man would do next. I was scared that he would go get Dahee again and something would happen. I was scared that he was going to do something to mom, although she chose to stay instead of leaving with us.

But where was he when Dahee was in the house passed out on the floor?

It was lunch time now. I loved lunch time because this was when I got to spend some time on my own, to think things through and just have some peace and quiet. I headed to my usual spot outside. It was on school property but no one ever knew about this place. The sun shone through the broken window, bringing dust into view. When I found this place, I redecorated it with white Christmas lights and some pictures of Dahee and I. I sat down on the chair and pulled out a book that I have been reading for the past few weeks.

But the stupidest thing is that I forgot my lunch inside my locker. I sighed and got up, running back to my locker. The pain on my lower back slowly increased so I stopped running. When I got to my locker, the boys were there.

"Miyoung-ah! Save me! They're making fun of me!" Jimin pouted, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I winced at the pain and slowly pushed him away. I felt my blood slowly seeping out of my scars.

"Why are you guys making fun of him? That's not very nice." I said, trying to put on a smile.

"He's got no jams. At all." Namjoon said.

"He's really short." Jin laughed.

Jimin glared at them and pouted. I giggled and looked at them seriously.

"Now, kids, how would you feel if you got made fun of?" I said, putting on my 'adult' voice.

All of them stayed quiet then bursted out laughing. I laughed along with them. I bent over, slapping my knee when I saw Taehyung's face when he laughed. But I quickly got back up when my back started to sting. I opened my locker and grabbed my lunch, quietly walking away from the group that was still laughing.

I started to feel a little dizzy, my steps were getting slower and heavier at each step.

"Yah! Miyoung! Your back is red!" Yoongi shouted.

Before I could even look or respond, I fell on the floor. I was losing a lot of blood.

"Miyoung! Miyoung!" Taehyung shouted.

He lifted my shirt and unwrapped my bandage around my back and gasped when he saw my open scars.

"She's losing too much blood, we need to go to the hospital!" Namjoon shouted.

I felt my body being lifted up and placed on a back. My slightly opened eyes saw Taehyung's messy ruffled hair.

"Hold on Miyoung. Hold on." I heard him whisper as he started running down the hallway.

I gave a faint nod before I closed my eyes.