BTS BULLY {JEON JUNGKOOK}

4

Your POV
The warm touch of a large set of hands caressed your bruised, bloody face. As you open your eyes you see a handsome man. "Your finally awake" he smiles

You was to tired to speak but you spoke anyway.

"Yeah... who are you?" You questioned

"Oh sorry, my name is Suho."

"I'm Min Y/N. I prefer Y/N"

"That's a beautiful name.."

He lets a charming smile and you can't help but blush.

"What time is it?" You ask

"2:35" he replies

You nod.

"Y-you can go back to lessson you know.."

"Are you sure? I mean I don't want to leave you..."

"No it's fine, I will probably be let home anyway."

"Alrighty, see you around kitten"

"K-kitten?"

"I thought it was cute" he pinches your cheeks and brings you to an embrace. After that he stands up and walks out of the nurses room.

(Your thoughts:)

What just happened? Did I just make a friend?

The Nurse enters the room.

"Alright Miss Min, you can go now. But do you know what happened..?" The nurse speaks

"N-n-no, sorry" you lie

"Okay well goodbye miss min. It will be better if you take Monday off to be refreshed.

"Oh. Okay."

You stand up, put your shoes on, grab your bag and walk out of the room. As you enter the bathroom you go to the sink and wash your red, puffy, bruised face. When you leave you walk past your classroom but you see Jungkook standing outside with his hands in the air.

(Your thoughts:)
Ha pabo.

You're now walking down the stairs as you feel something full of a cold liquid being thrown at you. A bottle of water. You sigh. As you pick it up you walk back up the stairs and throw the empty bottle at his head. He stands up and begins to chase you. You quicken your steps as you see him chasing you. When you reach the office you give them a note and throw a fake smile at Jungkook. You mouth out slow poak. All them years of tracks payed off. He smirked.

As you leave the building it's a storm. You live at least 15 minutes away. Searching for an umbrella you pull one out and put it up. The sky is ebony. The rain bore endlessly off of the rooftops. Your cold, frosty breath was visible in the atmosphere. Cars drove past with there lights on driving through deep puddles. When you get home you open the door, you see your mother standing there with a knife cutting beef. She approaches you, backing up against a counter. As she hovers over you, the dirty scent of alcohol roamed around. Your eyes water from the stench and the wicked witch holds the diamond blade to your throat.

"You didn't make me my breakfast the other day. How dare you!" She slurs

"I-I'm sorry..." you whimper

She lifts her hand up and smacks you across the face leaving a red hand print. As you touch it, it's burning and stinging. The door opens: your father is stood there licking his lips.

"Well, well, well... to beautiful women to fuck on this fine day." He snickers

"Hey baby.. you want some fun.." your mother replies