SAVE ME | jjk

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Cloe's POV

"Jungkook, you're bleeding!"

My eyes widened and I straightened up in his grip, forcing him to place me on a nearby bench.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not."

I protested while searching my bag for tissues. When I finally found some, Jungkook had sated down on the bench too, holding a hand against his head.

"Are you in pain? Do you have a headache?"

I asked him worriedly while placing my hand on his forehead to check whether it's hot but before I could reach him, he pushed my hand off.

"Thanks for the tissue."

He muttered under his breath, fumbling with the tissues in his hands.

"No, I'll do it."

I took the tissue from him and started to treat his nose which was bleeding like a river. After a few seconds I gave up on the first tissue and grabbed a second one but within seconds it was as red as the other one.

"Aish, it won't stop bleeding.. why did you have to mess with him.."

I mumbled more to myself than to him and grabbed a third tissue. Looking up, I was met with a wide eyed Jungkook.

"Excuse me? I just saved your ass."

He scoffed in disbelief.

"I didn't need to be saved, Jungkook."

Still focused on his face, I wiped the last bit of blood away.

"You must be kidding me. You screamed!"

He removed my hands from his face, forcing me to focus on the conversation.

"You didn't have to punch him that hard, Jungkook. Maybe we should go back and check on him-"

"Should I remember you that he was the first one to hit me?"

He cut me off, disbelief laced in his voice.

"You provoked him, you shouldn't have barged in-"

"Fine! The next time I see you being almost raped by someone, I'll just pass by."

He stood up, lifting his arms in fake surrender.

"He didn't..."

I tried to get something out but my voice failed me and cracked at the end.

"He was just drunk and joking around."

My gaze dropped to the ground.

"Why am I ruining everything and everyone around me?.."

I whispered now to myself and lowered my shoulders. A wave of sadness washed through my body causing me to release a sigh.

I felt the bench shift a bit and assumed Jungkook sat down again. Turning my head, I took a moment to look at him, his previously annoyed face was now replaced by pity. I hate pity. I don't need anyone to pity me.

He slowly leaned forward as his hand reached out for my face. I panicked at his move and leaned back, pushing his hand away and stared at him in shock.

I don't know why.

He frowned upon my reaction and leaned back.

"Sorry, you just have there a bit of blood on your cheek."