I was about to turn on my heel until he grabbed my arm again and opened it.
He dropped a tube of healing cream and a box of bandages into my hand.
"Here this is to help you're bleeding lip."
I looked down at what he had given to me and back up at him.
I didn't move or respond, out of all the fights I've been hurt but never once I was helped.
I'm used to getting abused or hurt in a fight but never have I help heal it instead I'd leave it there.
So how can some black haired stranger help me out when I never seen or even met him?
"JIYEON AH!"
I heard a voice call my name and quickly shook out of my thoughts.
I looked behind too see Taehyung and Jhope gesturing for me to come over.
I glanced back at the black haired boy and smiled.
"Why would you give me this?"
I didn't get it. I barely met him and he comes up out of nowhere and gives me healing cream and a box of bandages. It didn't make sense.
I watched as he gulped and looked back down on the floor and back up at me.
"Sorry it's just you looked hurt and I wanted to help, I don't like seeing others hurt."he scratched the back of his neck with a smile on his face.
"Thanks I guess."
I felt the awkward atmosphere arise and I wanted to run away.
"No problem."
"I should go."
I pointed back towards the two boys and the black haired boy nodded.
"Bye."
He bowed and walked away.
I watched his back fade to the front of the door leaving, something about him he was kind, i was actually thankful.
I smiled to myself and slipped the healing cream and bandages into my pockets.
"Yah Jiyeon ah we called you like five times."
I looked too my right too see a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Taehyung.
I playfully pushed Taehyung's arm off and chuckled.
"Aish whatever let's go."
I lumbered out of the CD store with Taehyung and Jhope following behind.
"What's wrong with you two why are you guys so slow?"
I shook my head facing them as I crossed my arms, and they both gave a small smile.
"We might've stole too many CDs."
I looked down at there chest to see it bigger than usual like they were pregnant.
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He's Different | p.jm
FanfictionAll my life I was used to getting the short end of the stick. My father was abusive, my mother had passed, and the only thing that kept me from losing my sanity were my best friends. Life was not just about the destination but the path, and I couldn...