The cold hearted girl || BTS k.t.h.

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"How's everything there? Those girls did something?" I heard Mira's voice from the other side of the phone.

"It only happened once, now it's okay.." I sighed looking at the other students as I was sitting outside on the bench.

"Did you tell the guys?" She asked again. I've been talking to her for awhile now, catching up and everything.

"No. I'm not planning to do so." I shifted in my seat.

"It's for your own good Iseul...I'm just saying." She sighed.

"Ya! You nerd!" I heard as I looked up to see three girls walk towards me.

"What's going on in there?" Mira asked sounding worried.

"Look, I need to go. Call you later." I quickly said.

"Iseul! Don't you dar--" and I ended the call. I took a deep breath and looked at the girls.

"Don't call me a nerd. First of all I have a name and I don't even wear glasses. And even so, what do you even stereotype as a nerd anyways??" I stood up to be up to her level. She slightly pushed me and I didn't even budge. "What the hell do you want?"

"I just wanted to tell you that Taehyung is mine so back off and don't even dare to go near him or else it'll be bad." She groaned.

"Excuse me? I'm his best friend so deal with it." I said.

"So? I'm his girlfriend." She crossed her arms on her chest. Something inside me cracked but I ignored it. "And you have no right to steal him away!"

"Okay, good to know. I'll go now, okay sweetheart?" I rolled my eyes as I wanted to go away from these stupid girls.

"Don't you dare walk away from me, you bitch!" She yelled grabbing me by my shoulder and turning to her. I saw a small crowd gathering around us.

"Excuse me? I thought you were the one to fuck everyone around you!" I shouted, stopping the urge to slap her.

"That's it!" I think she just lost her temper as she slapped me. I did the same to her, then she pulled my hair. "Do you really think he hangs out with you because you're his best friend?! Oh c'mon! Even I, can't be so stupid as you! Weren't you told that they just wanted fame, attention and girls? Then what the hell are you doing with them, I don't even understand how could they hang out with such an ugly girl !" Not going to lie. It hurt as she said that.

"WHAT THE HELL HYUNA?!" I heard as she was physically pulled away from me.

"Babe! She just slapped me!" She squealed letting go the fake tears. And trying to hug him. Of course it was Taehyung. I stared at him right into his eyes, feeling my cheek burn where she slapped me. I ran through the crowd, grabbing my bag and running out of school. I didn't care where I was running I just wanted to get away.

"Iseul!" Here it comes. I didn't turned back I just kept running. "Stop! Running!"

He finally grabbed me by my wrist and yanked me towards him.

"Go back to your fucking girlfriend!" I screamed trying to escape his touch on my wrist.

"She's not my girlfriend!" He yelled but I was far from believing him.

"Yeah yeah! Sure! Just let me go and go back to your fucking reputation! I don't want to crush it for you!" I sarcastically yelled. "It's true! Don't hang out with ugly girls can okay?!"

"Stop it! You're not ugly!" He looked down at me. "And I'm not using you!"

"Let me go for gods sake Taehyung! I don't want to see any of you right now!" I shouted walking away as quickly as I can. He didn't followed me and that made me release my breath.

I didn't want to cry. Not in front of him nor even myself. It was a low level for me, seeing others cry about such a stupid thing. But I didn't know what it felt like, not being able to experience it myself. Right now I felt strange. Some strange feeling in my chest. And I surely knew that it was making the old feeling came back.

I walked in my room. Still feeling a scent of Taehyung. I closed my eyes and slide down against my bedroom door, pulling my knees closer to my chest. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, not even realizing myself. Don't you dare to cry Iseul. They're not worth it.

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The next morning I lied to my mother that I felt sick and she let me to not go to school. As she walked out of my bedroom I let out a breath. Actually I had felt a little pain at the back of my head. Maybe when that stupid hyena girl pulled my hair. 

The only thing that was in my mind was food. I want food. So I did what my heart told me. I stood up still in my pajamas and walked downstairs to open my empty fridge.

"Are you kidding me..." I let out a frown. There is no way I'm going to a market right now because it's cold and I'm 'sick'. Whatever. I quickly jogged up to my room and leaped in my bed again closing my eyes. This time I was a little bit luckier, because I managed to get some sleep. Only to find myself an hour later awake. I lazily stood up and walked to the bathroom and did what I needed. I didn't felt like changing in my clothes so I just sticked with my grey pajamas.

'Perfect time to finish my song' I thought as I walked in the workroom and grabbed the same paper with the same three sentences.

Stranded. Reaching out..
I call your name but you're not around
I say your name but you're not around

Another three sentences has been written on the paper and I proudly smiled to myself. I know this is just a start but I'm pretty enjoying it. I didn't realize I was smiling looking down at the paper.