BTS Imagines and Short Stories

26 - Rap Monster

~Trigger warning~
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It was days like this that made you feel utterly done with everything.
Not that you didn't feel like that everyday, though.

"Oh damn," The boy chuckled as he high fived his friend who was as smug as ever.
You stood stiffly, with your eyes closed, as milk dripped down your hair, face and all over your top.

And, by the smell of it, it was clearly out of date.

Not even sparing them a comment, you swiftly speed-walked to the toilets, ignoring the hollering and laughter calling after you, and slumping into one of the stalls, thankful that the restroom was empty.

It was like this almost everyday.

Wasn't it the most sad when you could say you were used to the pain?
After peeling off the sticky and damp top and replacing it with a fresh top you always kept in your bag for situations like this, you signed deeply, deciding to skip and just go home. You didn't want to give them more ammunition by smelling like rotten milk all day.

You opened the door to an empty house, dumping your bag on the floor. It was always empty, ever since that's fateful day you lost your family. Sighing as a single tear rolled down your cheek, you went to shower.

The next day marked the arrival of light in your  world of grey.

"Hello! My name is Kim Namjoon!"
The boy had dark brown coloured hair that looked as if it had been recently dyed, and a smile which held perfect white straight teeth. And, more than anything, he seemed friendly. And for once, you were hopeful.

Until you realised one other thing. He seemed handsome, confident and charming. Which meant he was going to fit right in with the popular crowd, and definitely, definitely not with you.

3 days later.

Your books scattered as someone bumped into you. Not even allowing your face to give a reaction, you bent down and slowly began picking up your fallen books and papers.
"I'm sorry; let me help."
Your breath hitched at the smooth voice, as you instantly recognised the face that had not left your mind since he came.
Namjoon smiled, before picking up the rest of your stuff and handing them to you. You could feel your face heat up and internally chided yourself.
"T-thank y-you," You whispered, your voice hoarse from barely being used.
He just grinned wider, shrugging it off before waving at you as he walked off. You could feel some girls giving you dirty looks but for once, you didn't let it affect you in the slightest as a tiny, almost unnoticeable smile crept onto your face.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," Namjoon laughed as he grabbed your waist to stop you from falling as the pair of you bumped into each other in the corridor for the second time that week. You could feel the blush that heated up your body as Namjoon withdrew his arm, ever so slowly.
"So what's your name, beautiful?"

3 weeks.

It had been three weeks since Namjoon's arrival, and in that time you'd actually managed to become friends with him.

Friend.

It had been a long time since you could use that word.

You'd occasionally spot him chatting with none other than your bullies, but how would he know that? They came for you when they were certain Namjoon wasn't around, therefore the said boy seemingly had no idea. And you didn't intend on telling him.