The Secret Admirer (A Kim Taehyung fanfic)

23. Blood and bruises

Taehyung's point of view:

I held her close to me, trying to be as soft and gentle as I could. Meanwhile, my blood boiled inside me and my anger was about to blow out of me. I shut my eyes tight, breathing heavily to calm my mind down. But I couldn't. I waited before the energy in my body buzzed around, travelling down to my hands already balled into fists.

"I need to go do something, you head to class and I'll catch up with you ok?" I said in a monotone, helping her onto her feet.

My fingers wrapped around her wrists and I hurled down the flight of stairs, rushing pass the small crowds of people in the busy corridor. I gently pushed her towards our class door where a large crowd surrounded her. That should keep her busy.

I wanted to pull her small form from between the tall bodies that towered around her but I couldn't. At least not now. There was something I had to do first. I stomped my way through the crowd, my teeth grinding and my nails digging into my skin. I was suddenly stopped by a small but muscular form, lazily walking past me.

"Jimin?" I questioned, wondering why he had become so quiet and depressed.

"Hmm." He mumbled, his head hung low.

"What's wrong?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in curiosity.

"Seoyeon." He said softly.

My body tense at that. I already knew what that meant. He knew I knew what that meant too. After all that she told me about how she like Jimin. About how she wanted to confess. And then she does this? I didn't expect her to stoop so low. But she can be dealt with later. Right now I had to deal with him.

"Taehyung, where are you going? Class is that way." Jimin stated, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm.... Oh, I just have some unfinished business, I'll be back before lesson begins." I said hastily, almost ignoring Jimin and running off.

"You better," he yelled.

"Don't want to keep Areum waiting." He chuckled.

I smiled lightly at that. Jimin's ok. He'll be ok. I found a small group of boys from my class huddled over at the far end of the corridor. Then my eyes locked onto a tall figure. My jaw clenched as I rolled up my sleeve. I perched myself behind him, tapping gently on his shoulder. Jeong slowly turned round, his smile dropping when his blue eyes locked onto my angered ones.

My fist flung towards his perfect face, causing him to tumble backwards. He stumbled and stood his ground, his eyes narrowing like mine, his nose bleeding from the impact. He hurled himself at me, kicking, punching and shoving just like I did to him. The guys around us began to holler and howl cheering for both me and Jeong as he punched here and there.

I grabbed him by the collar and slammed into the ground. My fingers wrapped into a fist as a swung hard towards him.

"That's for making her cry." I said through gritted teeth. I swung harder again.

"That's for fucking up." I grunted, I could taste the blood oozing from my lip but I wasn't done yet.

I aimed one last time, putting all my force onto his perfectly crushed face.

"And that's because I simply despise you." I smugly retorted.

Anger bubbled inside Jeong's eyes, he pushed himself up, ready to fight back again. But we were stopped by a loud, deafening and certainly deadly bellow. Principal Lee stood in front of us, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed in anger and disappointment.