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I push his jaw into the ground with the tip of my boot.

"Don't ever, and i mean ever, call me (y/n) again."

I turn walking back, out of the alley.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?"

I ask, not even turning around to look at Namjoon.

"Don't you think you should be a bit, ya know? Nicer to Jin. I mean. . . He's just a high school student."

"We are, too, Joon~."

I said, annoyed of his worried rambling

"Yeah, but we don't go to class-"

"Joonie?"

"De?"

"You're bugging me~"

I cooed.

"Sorry, (y/-"

He cut himself off.

I stopped walking and he did, too, only a few feet behind.

"I'll let it slide, Joon. But stop fucking up and talking back before i punch you in the throat."

"Sorry, baby."

"Mmm-hmm"

I hummed

My "legal" name is (y/n), but people call me baby. I make people call me baby. If not, there's consequences, no matter how cliche it sounds.

Namjoon pulls open the sliding door of the abandoned barn.

"Baby's back!"

Hoseok cheers with his arms above his head.

I smile

"Sure am, love."

"How was it? Beating his 'beautiful' face?"(Jin's face is beautiful)

Jungkook asks, using degrading and mocking hand motions.

Jungkook is, personally, my favorite member of our little gang. He craves the smell of blood. It's great. He hides his little fucked up psycho behind an adorable bunny smile.

"It was so good, it almost turned me on~"

Jungkook groans in pleasure, letting his head fall back (Imagine that ;P) while Hoseok and Namjoon just chuckle.

"God, i need a cig-"

"Where is she?!(*batman voice* where is she!) Where's (y/n)?!"

We looked towards where the voice came from. A boy in tight skinny jeans and all-black converse. He had an over sized red sweatshirt that reached a little higher than mid-thigh while his black hair sat unkempt on the top of his head.

Mark(GOT7 sry not NCT) and another guy i didn't recognize grabbed his arms. I walked towards them.

"I am she. And you are?"

"How dare you touch Jin, huh?!"

His voice cracking from the intensity of his anger.

I walked around him, facing his back

"Watch it, love."

I say kicking the back of his knee, making him fall on both knees. The guys holding his arms stepped on his calves to prevent him from standing again. I walked in front of him again, crouching  down.

"Do you know why i 'touched' your oh-so precious Jin?"(Jin is precious)

He stared at me, clearly expecting an answer.

"He made the same mistake you did"

I swung, my cold fist meeting his cheekbone(bby i'm sry DX) I grabbed his chin to look at me.

"My name is not (y/n)."

Another punch.

"My name's baby."

I stood and bent over to grab his hair. My hand gripped the greasy hair, the tangles getting caught between my fingers.

'Wait a second. . .'

A rare smile appeared on my face, so wide my cheeks almost hurt, scaring some others, especially the poor boy.

"Guys~"

Everyone watched me carefully.

"If i'm not mistaken, . . . "

I crouched down on one knee to look at his face that already had a bruised cheekbone, thanks to my rings.

"We are in the presence of the famous Min Yoongi"