Unmatchable - BTS JungKook fanfic

Chapter 12: Table 32

•  Hana's POV

I went to school the next day. Even if I was scared to death, it was better for me to go to school. 

I had just gone down our street and I heard JungKook calling my name from behind.

He caught up with me and took my wrist so I could stop. I looked down on our hands and was shocked. 

"Aren't you scared?", he said as he let go of my wrist and scratched the back of his head. 

I crossed my arms and looked at him like if he was sick or something.

"Ya, Jeon JungKook. Thanks for the other day, but unlike your rich ass, I have to attend school. So if you will excuse me", and I kept on walking. 

He let out a chuckle. "Such a pain in the ass", he said and he walked behind me.

Looked like he was going to attend school  early today. 

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Throughout the three school days left before the weekend, I stayed in the classroom. I didn't dare to go to the halls or the canteen. 

The other days I was alone and didn't wan't Mina to stop being around the school just because of me, so I let her go and have fun.

But when it was lunchtime on Friday, JungKook stayed. He pretended to be asleep on his desk, but I could see his eyes opening and closing every time I turned around.

"Hey, you didn't get any fish today?", I said pretty loud since we were the only ones in the classroom.

He kept closing his eyes, but harder this time and wanted to keep acting. 

As an answer to his weird behavior, I hit him in the head with my math book. 

"Aishhh", he said with an irritated voice and rubbed his head. 

"I always get fish, but even professionals like me needs a break", he said before turning his head around.

"Professional? What kind of bullshit is that?", I whispered loud enough for him to hear. 

He chuckled a bit and stood up.

He put his hands on my table and looked me in the eyes. It looked like he was studying me. Especially me face. 

I took my fist up and wanted to hit him. "What?", I said.

His face was a poker-face. Like so serious. 

"How come you don't fall for me? You've even seen me shirtless. Several times", he finally spoke. 

My face dropped. That confidence level hit my face. What a selfish bag of-

"I mean. Other girls give me gifts and confess their love for me after seeing my face", he shrugged his shoulders. 

I stood up and had my fist ready to hit him: "Because you're a piece of sc-"

And the bell rang. He was so saved by the bell, or else I would have told him I would never like a playboy like him. Who can trust him?

The bell didn't stop me from giving him a hard hit in his stomach. He winched in pain, and the other students came in. 

He gave me a death-glare and kept pretending to be sleeping.

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So I didn't have to deal with JungKook on my way home, I ran home and went to work straight away. 

I began washing the dishes there. We were short on staff that day, so I was everywhere. 

"Hana!", the chef called me. "Cut this. Cook this. Get that. Wash more", I did everything there was to do in the kitchen. 

It got worse when the owner came in and called me to be a waiter to. "Hana, table 32 has been waiting a long time now. Go and take their order. Now", that owner never smiled. He was always so strict in his voice and pretty much had no mercy. 

Oh shit, I didn't want people to see my sweaty face, but I pulled myself together. Who of my closest would eat here? 

I got to table 32. My head was down looking at the menu I was holding. 

"Hello, welcome to Noèl. May I take your ord-", as I looked up I saw Mr. and Mrs. Jeon....... And JungKook. 

I was so embarrassed and  he looked as surprised as I was, but his face went from surprised to angel kid in 0.2 seconds in front of his prarents. That brat.

"Oh Hana. I didn't know you worked here", Mrs. Jeon said, smiling as usual.

I nodded. "Oh, yeah. I'm here on the weekends".

I gave his parents the menu. JungKook looked at me, and he slowly dragged his fork to him. That asshole pretended to lose his fork. It was a signal for me to "pick it up".

As I picked it up, he whispered in my ears: "Wait for me when you go home sweetie". 

Ew, why is he such a creep?

I took up the fork and slightly stabbed him in the leg. He obviously felt some pain when he swore under his breath.

I stood up and got their order. 

Of course I didn't serve them. I didn't' want to go back there. 

The shift went by. I served some other tables and kept washing like crazy. 

I looked into the see if the Jeons still were there, but they had left. 

And the shift finally ended, so I got out form the back and was walking to the buss from a dark alley.

I didn't bring a jacket, but had a skirt on and a t-shirt on.

The alley was empty and I looked around because I was scared. It smelled like cat piss had been sprayed around there.

Two men were in front of me, and I hoped to pass them without any disturbance, but one of the men took my arm.

"Huh? You're the girl from the club I kissed the other day right?", he was laughing and I could smell the strong alcohol he had been drinking.  

My mind went empty. How can I get out of this?

He tried to drag me along with him and his friend.

"L-let me go!", I started screaming and tried to push him away, but his grip got stronger and he took me around the waist. 

"You can play with these oppas (older brothers) for a while, right?", and he took his dirty hand on my mouth, so I couldn't scream anymore.

I saw his friend was playing with a knife and I felt powerless.

The friend came closer to me and placed the knife near my throat. "Can't you be a good girl tonight? Just play along, huh?". I shook my head in fear and was crying like a baby. I was so scared. 

One of them tried to take their hand up my leg and under my skirt. My breathing got heavier, and I thought I was going to pass out. But he fell  to the ground. 

The alley didn't have any good lights, and it didn't help that my eyes were full of tears. I couldn't see well.

But the one who kicked, fought them and I just stood there. Like a helpless dog.

I saw after a while that the boy was JungKook.

My heart started to race even more. 

JungKook found the opportunity to take my hand and run.

We ran out of the alley and to the bus stop. We didn't talk on the buss. He knew I didn't want to talk. I cried silently and didn't want to show my face to the people on the buss, so I turned around and hid it behind JungKook's shoulder. 

I just sat there next to him, and in the next second I drifted away.