~BTS short stories~

An Untitled Short Story

          You looked up from your spot next to the lockers when you heard the familiar laughs from the group of people you feared the most. It wasn't always like this, you used to be one of them, the sound of your laugh used to be heard amongst the other voices. That one tiny slip up is what got you to where you were now. 

           As they passed by your pitiful body they shook their heads in disappointment, some with faces full of disgust but others filled with pity. Your eyes followed the figures as they walked past until they stopped at the figure of a tall, tan faced boy, Kim Namjoon. You lifted your arm and gave him a tiny wave, when he saw your action he quickly turned his head and rushed off. You let out a long exhale it looks like he still can't get over what happened. 

          Soon after the group left you got off the ground and picked up the binders and pencil case you had placed on the ground. Your feet had gotten used to the same pattern of steps you took to reach your first period class. While your feet went up and down your mind was clouded with memories from that day when all your friends had left you behind.

Left

Right

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          Your feet repeated the same rythm till you twisted the knob on the door and sat down at your desk in the far right corner of the classroom. Class went on like how is usually did, your teacher's low, raspy voice explaining the different ways learning the english language could be useful in your lives, the soft chirping of the little birds hopping from branch to branch on the frail, old willow tree sitting on the grassy piece of land just outside the window, the shuffling of papers from students passing notes to each other, and finally the soft giggles that were heard from the group of students you used to be associated with. A big wave of pain stabbed your heart as you remembered that day when your group of friends had slapped you and pushed you out of the circle of people you've practically known since you were born.

          It's sad how easily they had let you go almost as if you were never part of the group in the first place. You never knew it would take such a small mistake to piss them off so quickly, piss them off to the point that they would actually physically hurt you. As the thoughts circled your mind you let out an accidental sigh that drew everyone's eyes towards your direction. 

          "I'm sorry Ms. Kim but is my class boring to you?", The teacher asked lifting his left brow as the tapping of shoe gave out a steady beat.

"No", you mumbled burying your face into the palm of your small hands. It seems as if teachers are always picking on you ever since your friends had left you to fend for yourself. The sound of laughter could be heard in the room as you felt your cheeks burn from the humiliation, you could practically feel the smirk on your teacher's face burning a hole into your soul. 

"Aren't you supposed to be teaching not picking on people who are obviously weaker than you?", the deep voice rang through the classroom surprising everyone. Kim Namjoon the one who despised you the most had stood up for you? You sent him a small smile to thank him only to receive a glare in return.

"Your right that's very immature of me. Now let's continue shall we", the teacher cleared his voice before turning his attention back to the board in the front of the class.

          For the rest of the class period you stared at the back of Namjoon's head, you were fascinated by him, he'll glare and pick at you but every once in a while he'd stick up for you, this would occur back at home as well, he'd act cold as if you never existed but when he saw you struggling on a math equation or climbing chairs to reach the book on the top shelf but falling flat on your face instead he'd go out of his way to lend you a hand. Everyone in class has a desire to join Namjoon's group so when you got kicked out they did what they had to do to fight for a spot, every girl would try to flirt with Namjoon and every boy would learn how to rap to get on his good side, all of this never working or even came close to getting the attention of your brother. That's right Kim Namjoon your so called bully is your brother, your twin brother to be exact.