Fly, Run | Got7 & BTS FF

Chapter 3 :

(A/N: Please pretend they are speaking Korean. I'm too lazy to translate everything xD MIANHAE!!!!)

     The class went by really fast, it was time for the break. Miss Salatone already released the class. We were walking through the courtyard to head towards the food court.
     (English)"Hey!" Someone shouted from behind us. We all stopped and turned around. The football player from the class brought some of his friends with him, heading our way. I grabbed Jackson's arm, trying to pull him away. (English)"You think we're done here?" The football player asked us.
     He grabbed Jackson's shirt. I let go of Jackson's arm, trying to push the guy away, he didn't budge. Jackson just smirked at the guy.
     I grabbed the guys hand, trying to pry it off of Jackson's shirt. (English)"If you hurt him, or any of them, you will regret it." I told the football player.
     The football player glanced down at me, he smirked. (English)"What can a freak girl do to me?" He asked amused.
     I glared into his eyes. (English)"It's not me you have to worry about." I responded.
     The football player laughed, his friends joining in. (English)"Then who? Them?" He pointed his chin towards Got7.
     I shook my head, (English)"World wide fan girls." I responded back.
     The football player looked at me confused. (English)"What do you mean?" He asked me.
     (English)"They're famous world wide. Look them up, Got7. With the number 7 not the word." I whispered. (English)"You hurt him or the others, not only will you get a lawsuit against you, and your buddies there, you'll also have crazy fan girls that could destroy you, over the internet or in person. They are protective of their boys." I finished.
     The football player just stared at me for a moment. He let Jackson's shirt go, brushing my hand away. He pointed at me. (English)"If I find out you're lying freak girl, I'll destroy you as well." He spat before he turned around walking away with the other football players.
     I sighed looking down. Jackson placed his arm over my shoulder. "Fan girls?" He asked as he chuckled.
     I giggled, "You know it's true." I responded.
     He nodded. Mark walked closer to us, "Makes me wonder who you were actually protecting. Us or them." Mark said as he chuckled, patting my arm.
     We turned around as we started to walk to the food court once more, Jackson's arm still around my shoulder.

     When we reached the food court, we got our food and sat down at one of many tables, taking one whole table for just us. We were all laughing and joking with one another.
     YuGyeom leaned over the table towards my direction. "(Y/N)ah~." He called my name.
     I turned to look at him. "Yes?"
     He pointed his pointer finger at my right thigh, "Why did you get a tattoo for BTS but not for us?" He asked me. Everyone else turning their heads towards me to hear what I would say.
     I looked down at my tattoo, brushing my hand lightly over it. "They saved me." I whispered.
     Youngjae tilted his head, "What do you mean?" He asked.
     I let out a slight chuckle as I looked back up to the others. I put on a fake smile, "Long story." I said aloud.
     They nodded, still confused. "Well, do you like them better than us?" Jackson asked, looking down at the table.
     My smiled turned real as I chuckled. "I love you guys. I don't pick favorites." I responded. A few of them smiled.
     "Do you have a bias in that group?" JB asked as he smirked.
     My smile fell, my eyes widening. I felt my checks grow warmer as I looked down at the table.
     "Really? Who?" I heard Jackson say, worry and curiosity in his voice.
     I pinched my lips together, not wanting to say anything. But after a moment I let out a sigh in defeat. "Well..." I start to say, messing with my fingers. "I haven't told anyone but I've known them since 2013, and I've liked the person since 2014..." I trailed off.
     "Who?" Jackson asked again, clearly upset.
     "Yu--Yoongi." I whispered.
     "Wha---" I heard Jackson mumble.
     I looked back up, placing a fake smile on my face once more. "But it's okay."
     "Do you have a bias in Got7?" Bambam asked, placing his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm, smiling.
     I looked around, as I chuckled lightly. "My mouth is closed." I said aloud.