Love it (BTS Suga Fanfic)

Chapter 2

It was another school day and this day didn't love me. I was just sitting in class with my lunch in front of me. Others were chatting among themselves and still, no one wanted to be my friend. Well, sometimes I saw Jimin and V. They smiled at me making my day a bit brighter. But Suga didn't talk to me much. I didn't understand why. I thought we had a good time walking home together.

After some time, I decided to eat my food but as I was about to take it in my mouth someone slapped my food right in my face. I gasped and looked up who was that person who disrespected my food. I saw a girl with a smirk on her face and two other girls who had their arms crossed on their chest.

"I bet she doesn't understand shit what we are saying," The front girl said and laughed. The other two laughed with her. I rolled my eyes and took my napkin to wipe the food off.

One thing they didn't understand was that I did understand what they were saying but I can bet they have 4% in English. I didn't want to get in trouble and with that thought, I stayed silent. Who knows what they can do? I have my own tactic. If they give me too many shits, they will have to deal with me. But for now, I'm the new one here, no need to throw hands just yet.

"Hey, you deaf or something?" The girl asked pushing my head to the side. I was slowly raging with anger but my lord and saviour Suga came.

"Haru, leave her alone." He groaned and sat next to me. I blinked at his protection of me. It was weird that he did that for me, but I was grateful that I didn't have to talk with this girl.

"But Suga oppa..." Haru whined in her annoying voice.

"Get lost," He growled and put his head on the table. Before turning away, she glared at me one last time and took her followers with her. What is her problem?

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I wanted to go back home. Back to my country. I felt lonely here. No one wanted to be friends with me, and my brother found his friends, who talked with him in English. At least they have some skills in common language. But there was me who sat alone and didn't talk to anyone. I missed my best friend. I missed her loud voice and her stupid jokes. We were kind of the same. But I was the tough one and she had her shy moments. She helped me through a lot. She always was a shoulder to cry on and didn't judge me when I had my weakest times. She made the day a little bit better with her jokes about things that were random at times, but I loved it either way.

My pace slowed down when I saw this group of guys standing in my way. I boosted my confidence, without out looking at them I went straight past them. My hopes were high for them not to notice me.

"Hey little girl, where are you going?" One of them asked.

I stayed silent and walk forward but I was stopped when I felt a hand on my wrist. I was roughly pulled back and I almost fell but I regained my balance. I tried to yank my wrist from the guy's grip, but I was too weak.

"Let me go," I said and struggled.

"Stay with us. We can go party." He laughed smirking at me. The fear slowly crept up my throat. I didn't want this, I just wanted to get home safe and sound.

As my prayers were answers my wrist got free from the harsh grip. I looked up and saw Suga with some other guy I have seen in our school. I guessed he was one of Suga's friends.

"Leave her alone," Suga said and his hand was holding my hand gently like it is something that could break any minute. At the moment I didn't understand what was happening, but I felt the comforting warmth from his hand, and it made the fear back down.

That guy who stopped me rolled his eyes and went back to his group leaving me with Suga and his friend.

"Are you okay?" Suga's friend asked. He was tall with brown hair and a warm smile. I nodded, still couldn't speak because of the situation that lingered in my mind for a few moments.

"Oh, I'm Jin," He rubbed his neck giving me a smile.

"S-Sofia," I stuttered out. But soon the warmth left my hand and I felt a little cold, making me kind of sad. Maybe my hand got sweaty from the stress and he noticed that.

"Yeah, I know you. You are the new one who came from another country, right?" Jin asked keeping up with the conversation. My eyes lingered with Suga and his stone-cold face. I was worried that I did something wrong if he was giving me this kind of attitude.

"Did you know those guys?" I asked him, not leaving his face. But his eyes never responded to mine and they showed no emotion.

"No," He said sternly and turned to walk away. It made me sad that he got so cold towards me. I genuinely thought I got my first friend here when we walked together.

"I will see you in school," Jin chirped and went with Suga. At least Jin tried to make the mood lighter. But still, I had a feeling that Suga did know those strange guys. Because Suga had a death glare when he said to leave me alone.

And if I think about it, he saved me today two times. I should at least thank him for that.

After this little incident, I went home safely. When I went in my mom was already waiting for me with food. I didn't have an appetite, but I ate anyway. My family didn't talk, the silence was killing the atmosphere. My parents didn't even ask how my day was. I didn't feel like we are a family. Dinner was quiet and this time it felt unusual. It was nothing new when we were doing our own things not talking but the tension was weird and I didn't like it at all.

After dinner, I went up to my room. A few days ago, I got my easel, so it was time for some art. I put the paper on the easel and took a pencil and started to draw contours. I didn't have a real idea what I was drawing but I had this feeling that in the end, it will turn out beautiful.

Without even noticing the time flew by and it was time to go to sleep. I tied my hair in a messy bun and slipped in my PJ's. I turned the light off and laid down on the bed covering myself with the blanket.

I couldn't close my eyes. All I thought about was today and what happened. It seems like all the trouble was coming for me. I didn't want to break. I have built these fake walls and I didn't want to break them. I didn't want anyone to see my real self. There was nothing beautiful about it. I just hoped that nothing will go wrong, and I could just live my life without getting myself involved with the wrong people.