BTS: I Think I Love You

Chapter 9

I cry out as he kicks my stomach again. I'm usually good at hiding how much pain I'm in, but it's hard to do that when you are repeatedly kicked in the same spot over and over again.

My head is spinning, and it is continuously getting harder and harder to breath in the large cubical of the men's restroom. My head makes contact with the cold tiles and I wince. The impact made me bite down on my lower lip. I can taste the coppery blood on my tongue as it flicks out to assess the damage.

Johnny comes after me, punching and kicking me anywhere and everywhere he can. His shoe comes in contact with my face and I have to bite my tongue in order to not scream. I reach my hands up to cover my face, my left eye already puffy and sore. That's gunna leave an obvious black eye. I wonder what I should tell my mom this time.

"Look at me bitch!" Johnny yells. He grabs a fistful of my hair, making me stand up onto my feet. My head tilts up and to the side, wanting to lessen the throbbing pain in my head. He pulls me close, kissing me harshly. I make a sound of protest when he crushes my hurt lip against his.

"Shut up!" He says while smiling at me. His teeth are a light red color because of my blood, making my stomach swirl. He spits it out before pulling my head down to his knee in a sudden movement. My vision goes black and I can feel my body hit the ground, but I can't hear anything. There is a loud insistent ringing in my ears as I curl myself up into the fetal position.

My mind starts to go dim and I can tell that I am going to fall unconscious. My mind goes totally blank and I slip into the peaceful darkness without complaint.

- end of school -

My heavy eyes open with much difficulty and effort on my part. I groan as my I pick myself off of the cold ground. My body aches all over as I make my way out of the bathroom. I look up and down the hallway before speeding over to my locker. I pull my over-sized sweatshirt that I keep in my locker in case of emergencies over my shoulders, wincing in pain as I do so. I put the hood over my head as to block the hideous sight that greeted me when I looked in the mirror before exiting the men's restroom.

Big black and purple bruises cover my face, the worst being on my cheek bone and my left eye. Johnny had punched and kicked me so much and so hard that there is bruising everywhere on my body. My arms and legs are peppered in bruises and scratches. Even the thin white shirt I am wearing now doesn't hide the deep purple bruises on my stomach. My bottom lip and tongue are split as well, the taste of blood entering my mouth every time I attempt to swallow.

I make my way out of the school, the halls empty due to it being the end of school. Luckily for me, the bell rang ten minutes before I woke up, meaning that the halls are empty. Hopefully, everyone will be off of the campus right now. They usually are. Not many people like to stay at school after the bell rings.

"Hey!"

I turn around quickly, my breath hitching in my throat. I didn't think anyone would be here. I look towards the group of guys coming towards me and my heart slows down a little bit. It is just BTS. I was afraid that it was going to be Tom and his group of followers. I don't think I wold have been able to deal with him after the beating I got. Then again, BTS was going to beat me up earlier as well. I'm not safe with anyone, no matter how new to the school they are.

"Z, stop walking."

I ignore Namjoon's yell and continue on my way. Maybe if I keep pretending that I can't hear them, they will leave me alone. I realize that that was just hopeful thinking when there is a sharp tug on my wrist. I hiss in pain as the bruise on my wrist in the shape of Johnny's hand is grabbed harshly. I get turned around forcefully, finding myself looking into Suga's cold eyes.

"Why were you ignoring us?" he asks, an indifferent expression on his face. The others form a circle so that I have no way to escape. I don't bother answering him though. It's not like they are going to believe me anyway. I keep my mouth shut and my eyes on the floor, hoping that they won't notice the state that I am in.

"We have some unfinished business to attend to" Jhope says while cracking his knuckles threateningly. I back away from him as he steps closer to me, suddenly afraid. I don't want to get hurt more than I already have been.

"Guys lay off it. I'm ok, really" Jungkook says while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. I still don't understand why he is sticking up for me like he is. Maybe he doesn't believe what Tom said. Maybe he doesn't think it was my fault. V doesn't seem convinced, seeing as he pushes Jhope out of the way to get to me. I stumble back, tripping over my feet and falling to the hard ground.

V reaches for me, pulling me up by the front of my jacket with his hand raised.

He's gunna do it; he's really gunna hit me.

I clench my eyes shut, preparing myself for the pain that is sure to come when his hand makes contact with my face. I await for the pain, but it doesn't come. I slowly open my eyes, starting with one and then the other. V's face is close to mine, too close. He stares into my eyes with an expression I have never seen anyone express towards me other than my mother. He looks concerned.

"What happened to your face?"

Shit