BTS: I Think I Love You

Chapter 18

Namjoon's pov

I walk to where we usually sit at lunch, my mind wandering. Did I really just do all of that to Z just to make a point? Oh god. She must have been so scared. I can't believe I did that.

"Hey Namjoon, what's up?"

I jump at the sound of Jin's voice, my head whipping up to look at him. I gulp and nod my head as I sit down, my palms sweaty all of a sudden. How am I going to tell them what I learned? What I did was awful, even if we had originally thought that she did what she does on her own free will.

"Did you find out?" Jhope asks, a curios look on his face. I look around at all of the others who are looking at me. I take in their expressions, my eyes going from one guy to the next. Jhope and Jin look curious, as if they sincerely want to know what I found out.

Jungkook and Yoongi look like they already know the answer and just want to confirm that they are correct. Jimin and V are the only ones that look unconcerned. Jimin just looks tired of this subject, while V looks pissed off at the fact that we actually want to know the truth. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he gets upset every time we mention Z's name.

"I don't think she's doing what she does on her own free will."

They look at me in confusion, not sure where I am going with this.

"Did she tell you that herself?" Jimin asks, coming into the conversation. I shake my head, my cheeks heating up in shame. They all look confused, except for Jin, who is looking at me in shock.

"Kim Nmajoon! You did not!"

I look at him before biting my bottom lip, my head pounding slightly. I feel horrible. Can't he just lecture me about it later?

"What do you mean? What did he do?"

I look at Jungkook with sympathy in my eyes as he looks at me for an answer to his question. I feel bad for him the most because he is the closest with her. He seems to care about her, even if they have only known each other for a little while. He continues to stare at me in confusion before a look of understanding crosses his face. His expression goes from confused to flat out pissed off in a second.

"You fucking bastard! How could you?"

He stands from his seat, his glare piercing me like a thousand daggers. He reaches across the table to grab onto my shirt, his fist coming into contact with my face. I don't do anything to stop him, as disgusted in myself as he probably is with me. The cafeteria breaks into chaos, everyone either yelling or running around to see the fight. Jungkook is taken off of me from behind, Hoseok holding his arms behind his back.

I wipe off blood from my nose as Jungkook takes Jhope's hands off of him. He looks at me with so much hatred that I am not sure whether or not he will ever completely forgive me for what I have done.

"Don't you ever touch her again."

Jungkook's pov

I jog around the school, searching for Z frantically. I hope she is ok. I know that Namjoon would not have gone too far, but she could be upset right now. She needs someone there for her.

I feel really bad about punching Namjoon hyung. My anger just got the best of me. I will apologize late, but right now I'm too focused on finding her. I don't know what it is about Z, but I just feel like I should protect her. There is just something about her that draws me in. I feel obligated to protect her from harm and make sure that she feels wanted.

I walk through the halls and stop once I see a familiar shape sitting on the floor. I slow my steps down as I walk closer, my eyes locking onto the girl in front of me. My eyes soften when I see her shoulders moving up and down, soft weeping sounds coming from her. My heart aches as I sit down next to her, her fragile state making me feel for her. I reach over and place a hand on her shoulder to let her know of my presence. She gasps and scoots away from me, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Oh.....Jungkook."

She wipes at her tears as she sees that it is just me, her posture relaxing noticeably. I move closer to her and she doesn't move away, too tired to do anything about the dwindling space between our bodies. I wrap my arms around her and she sighs tiredly, her head falling down to rest on my shoulder. I can feel a wetness on my neck as she continues to cry, her tears causing some of my own to form in the corner of my eyes. I hate that she is so fragile and small right now. I wish I could do something to chase her fears and sorrows away. But I can't, an I feel heartbroken about it.

"Shh. It's ok. I won't let anyone hurt you."