BTS: I Think I Love You

Chapter 15

The shower felt refreshing and nice, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to catch a cold. The water that I was pushed into was disgusting, leaving me with a dirty feeling. The shower helped a lot with my stomach though. I am now able to speak properly again without doubling over from the intense pain.

I dry off and look at the clothes Jungkook gave me, mentally thanking him in my mind. Luckily, my bra didn't get too wet from the water, so I can wear it still. My underwear is another story though. It is completely soaked through, which means that there is no way in hell that I will be wearing them again today. I'm very glad that Jungkook thought of giving me some boxers of his to use.

I blush at the thought of me wearing his boxers, my eyes wandering over to look at them. Why do I feel embarrassed like this? I have seen much worse, and have done much worse, than just wearing a guy's boxers. This shouldn't be affecting me the way it is.

I put the clothes on, sighing in contentment at how warm they are. I tie the stings of his sweatpants tightly around my waist, watching as it simply falls to my hips before staying there. I have a small waist and wide hips, which is awful when it comes to buying clothes. In this case, it's good because Jungkook's waist is about the size of my hips. His sweatshirt is large on me, the sleeves coming down past my fingers. I roll them up slightly before making my way down his stairs.

I wince as I walk downstairs, each jarring step I take making my stomach clench and unclench. This action causes my bruises to hurt a lot, almost drawing tears to my eyes. I finally make it down, my face sweating slightly at all the energy it took out of me. I am an absolute mess right now, and it doesn't help that I'm in someone else's house. I usually only have to deal with this in the privacy of my own house.

"Over here Z. I made some soup."

I walk over to Jungkook with my head held high. I don't want him to know how much I am hurting right now. I need to put up the front that I have pretty much every day of school. I sit in one of the chairs that is around his table and start eating. It tastes amazing! I didn't know he knew how to cook. Or maybe someone else made it for him. Either way, it is delicious, and it is making me feel better.

"I hope you like it. Me and Jin hyung made it last night" he says while sitting in the chair next to me. So Jin helped as well. This is really good. I haven't had a home cooked meal in years, so this is amazing. I finish eating in minutes, hungry from the endeavor earlier today. He takes my bowl away before sitting back down and turning his chair so that he is facing me.

"Who was hurting you today Z?"

I keep my mouth shut, unable to tell him the truth. I want to, I really do, but I just can't. I don't want him to know. He might do something stupid, like confront Tom about it. If he does that, we will both just get hurt.

"I don't know. I-I didn't see his face."

"Come on Z. I don't like seeing you in pain."

His words cause my eyes to widen, my cheeks turning pink. Why do I feel like this? He is about to speak again when the front door is opened. I hear loud voices and laughter coming towards us and start to panic. Do they all live here? Oh my god. I don't want to have to face them right now. Not all of them are nice like Jungkook is. What if they hurt me? I don't think I'll be able to handle much more abuse today.

"Jungkookie! What's up b-"

All noise stops as they see me sitting here. I keep my head down as I stand up, getting ready to leave. Jungkook sees this and grabs onto my arm to keep me from going anywhere. I look at him, pleading with my eyes, but he just shakes his head.

"I don't believe this."

I look at Suga who has his arms crossed and is looking at me with a sneer on his face. He is eyeing the clothes that I have on, and that's when I realize what this must look like to them. They must think that we had sex and I put his clothes on afterwards or something. Oh god what have I gotten myself into?

"You got what you wanted did you? Went and fucked him like the whore you are."

I remove my arm from Jungkook's grasp as I look down at the ground.

"Hyung, it wasn't like that! I just-"

"It's ok Jungkook" I interrupt. "Thanks for everything."

I walk towards the entrance where they are all standing, only to be blocked by V.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I look up at him and sigh tiredly. I just wanna go home to my empty house so that I can continue to hate myself and everyone in my school in peace.

"I'm going home."

He scoffs before grabbing onto the front of Jungkook's sweatshirt.

"We aren't done talking yet. Why are you here?"

I don't answer him, trying to move past him. He pushes me back, his hand making contact with the worst of my bruises. A strangled yell comes from my mouth as I automatically drop to the floor with my arms over my stomach in pain. I grunt as I roll myself up in the fetal position, my head going fuzzy from the intense pain I am feeling. Jungkook comes to my side and rubs my back, asking me over and over again if I am ok.

"Did he touch your bruises? Are you ok? Do you need ice Z? Come on, talk to me. What do you need?"

My eyes stay shut as the pain intensifies. Everyone around me starts to yell as my grip on reality starts to slip away from me. Oh boy. I'm gunna pass out aren't I? Oh well. It's better than staying awake.