A story about y/n, who has just come over to Korea from America. The school bully has chosen his target, but is his bullying the same as back home? As well as that, y/n's friends are lovely, but some act strangely around y/n. Discover friends, enemi...
I stared at my phone. I couldn't believe what just happened. 'Why are boys so stupid?' I thought to myself. If he wanted to tell me that, why didn't he tell me at his house? Or let us talk it out? As I was contemplating, the door bell went. 'Who would it be right now?' I pondered, but then I remembered that there was someone waiting for me at the door.
As I opened the door, I felt like something bad would happen. Finally, it was fully open and I could see who the bothersome pest was. It was Jimin. "Hey, Y/N. How are you?" he asked so casually, and I felt my fingers curling to make a fist and my blood boiling. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here." I spoke in syllables, to try and get the idea of my anger across. "I heard you were rejected by my brother at the door - I came to comfort the lonely beauty." I snapped. I rose my hand, and slammed it across his cheek. He fell to the ground on impact, and held his face in pain.
"What the fuck was that for?" he shouted at me. I slowly stepped towards him. "Do you think that the way to get a girl to like you is to lie her boyfriend that she would go out with you?" I spoke softly, while standing over him. "B-b-boyfriend?" he asked. I just realized what I said. I covered my mouth for a second, thought about it, then uncovered it. "Yes, that's what I said. When you get home, tell my boyfriend why your cheek is redder than the sun. Maybe now you won't lie." I slammed the door. I then leaned against it, and allowed my back to slide down so that I could sit on the floor. "What have I done? I just slapped one of my friends, all for someone who is more than that - what have I become?" I said out loud, I knew no one would hear me. "I think you're becoming him."
My eyes went wide, and I ran to my bedroom. After locking the door, I looked through the keyhole to see if the voice followed me. It wasn't Jimin's, because his was soft and sweet. I didn't know this voice. It sounded harsh, scary. I wasn't prepared for anything like this, and I didn't know what to do. I then called Jungkook.
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Tears started flooding from my eyes at being able to see Jungkook smiling and okay, but then it turned to a frown as he saw me with the tears. "Y/N, what's wrong?" his voice was full of concern. Jimin was smiling. "It's so cute how you cry from joy when you see him. I'm sorry for what I did, I will support you as a couple." Jungkook pushed him away as he could see I wasn't crying out of joy. "There's someone in my house," I whispered "and I don't know what to do." His eyes grew wide. "Right, stay here with Jimin on FaceTime, I am coming." Jungkook got up and ran off. Jimin came onto the screen, and he seemed to be breathing heavily. "Why are you the one short of breath? Someone has broken into my house!" I exclaimed, then I remembered that I needed to keep my voice down. "Um...ugh... Just... Just stay calm..." his voice trailed off. He couldn't help me, so how could Jungkook?
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "JIMIN! HE'S COMING UP THE STAIRS! WHAT DO I DO?" I was in complete fear, and my legs went numb. "Get in a closet, he won't look for you. He's just a robber." I took a knife from my night desk (I am always paranoid so I keep one by me for protection) and I went in my closet. I heard the footsteps go passed my room, but then there was another pair. This time, it came straight to my room, and fiddled with the door knob. I suddenly heard the door open, but the person closed the door again. "Jimin, I'm going to put my phone against the crack in my closet and tell me what you see." I did as I said, and Jimin spoke. "I don't see anyone, I think you can come out because I don't hear any footsteps at all."
