The small group of girls scowl at me as they walk away, leaving me curled in a ball, beaten and bruised. I stay where I am for a while, too exhausted to move let alone sit up. After a bit I sit up and lean against the brick wall they had cornered me at when they chased me here, somewhere behind the school. I look up slightly and find myself looking directly at Jongup. His eyes were wide and staring, shocked at me. I look down, hiding away from his gaze.
"______?" He says, knowing who I am. We have been in the same class since primary school. He walks up to me slowly and I start to move away but stop when pain explodes in my stomach. I wince in pain and Jongup stops, noticing me flinching away from him.
"I-I only want to help you..." He says and I don't move. He takes a few more steps closer and kneels down next to me. I look away from him, facing the opposite direction and he looks at the large bruises forming on my arms.
"________" Jongup says, turning my head to make me look at him.
"Why did someone do this?" He asks, looking at me in confusion.
"Because they can" I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Why do you let them?"
"What else am I supposed to do" I answer. It was true, I was a small person, and I'm not very strong. I used to fight back but they just beat me more. Jongup dropped his hand and I look down again, not wanting to look at him anymore. He stands, hooking an arm under my legs and the other around my shoulders.
"W-What are you doing!" I protest, trying to move away but not getting far when pain explodes in my stomach again.
"Taking you home" He says. He starts walking. carrying me down some road I've never even seen before.
"Where are we?"
"At my house" He says, walking up to a front door.
"I said I'm taking you home, not whose home it would be" He reminds me. He walks inside and places me on the couch as he gets some bandages and medicine. He starts by giving me something for the pain then works on my arms. He finishes and places a hand on my stomach softly.
"OW" I say, shrinking away from his hand.
"Your stomachs hurt too" He says pointedly, tugging at my top.
"No" I say, crossing my arms over my stomach without touching it.
"But your hurt-"
"I don't want to..." I complain. No matter how much I complained he managed to pull my top up slightly, exposing my stomach. He starts to clean the cuts and bandage them quickly. After a while he is finished and allows me to pull my top down.
"Thank you for helping me but I'm going to leave" I try and leave, about to get up when Jongup pushes my shoulders back into the couch.
"You can't leave yet, you need to rest" He says.
"Why do you even care?" I ask him, looking at him. He looks down a little and doesn't answer.
"Yah, Jongup" I say but he still doesn't look up.
"I can just leave" I say and Jongup quickly protests, pushing me down again but leaning over me on the couch in his rush to stop me. Jongup is a centimeter from my face and I don't move.
"You want a reason why I am helping you? Why I'm not going to let them hurt you again?" He says, not moving away from my face, just staying there as he watches me.
"Because I like you" He says. It takes me a few seconds for me to be able to say anything, looking at Jongup in shock.
"I-I don't believe you" I manage to say.
"I guess I should convince you" Jongup says, looking at me before leaning forward a little, kissing me softly. He puts one hand on my cheek as he kisses me. He leans back and looks at me.
"Do you believe me?"
"Yes..."
"I won't let them hurt you again" He says, pulling me closer and hugging me lightly.
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Kpop Bias Imagines
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