Secret [Jungkook x Male Reader AU]

One

[Jungkook Point Of View]

My body throbbed, more sharp and demanding in certain places, like my ankle, than the dull, barely noticeable throbbing in other areas like my head.

I kept thinking about who saved me, I didn't know who they were, I barely knew what he looked like, all I had seen was a cigarette in between his perfect lips, his black clothes and his (h/c) hair.
I hadn't approached him, because if he wanted me to, he wouldn't have hidden, and I didn't want to bother my savior after he'd just rescued me.

I wiped my eyes, tasting blood from my lip and winced.
Not even one day, and I had been bullied.
Hell, not even one hour.

Maybe it was a mistake transferring here...
I saw a boy walk in through the window of the office, and I turned in my seat to watch him, thinking he looked familiar.
Even though we were in school, he had a smoke propped casually in between his amazing lips.
As soon as I saw him, I recognized him. He was the one who rescued me, I only saw him for a moment, but I'm sure it was him.

I gave up on waiting to go into the office and ran after him, wanting to thank him properly.
"E-Excuse me?" I called timidly, gripping his sleeve and tripping.
"What?" He asked sharply, Turning his head to look at me. His eyes widened and I could see him lose his composure in the look of shock he gave me.
"Thank you for-"
"I didn't do anything. Leave me alone!" He snaps, and I recoil, hurt, letting go of his sleeve.
He glares at me and blows out a puff of smoke that makes me cough as he strides away.
I study him as he walks, he has an eyebrow piercing that I saw and multiple earrings, I didn't see any lip piercings but I saw a nose piercing.
His black aesthetic looked like that of a bad boy, his (h/c) uncombed.

And I understood immediately.
I'm the new gay kid with a rainbow tattoo on my wrist like a bracelet covered by my oversized cotton candy pink sweater in regular skinny jeans.
A bad boy like him wouldn't want to be seen with me, I'd ruin his reputation..

I see him turn the corner sharply and I swear for a moment his eyes met mine before he was gone, and I sigh, hearing the bell as guys in letterman jackets and girls in high heels scrutinize me, and I can't see a single person anywhere who doesn't look like a poor imitation of each other, the boy who had helped me was the only original guy in the school.

And he hates me too.

Discouraged, I look at my paper, my first class is apparently grade Eleven Biology.
My first class was one of the only hard classes above my grade level.
How lucky.
My second class is Art 11, my third class is English 10, and my last class this semester is Gym 11, so not all bad, I suppose.

Groaning, I look for the class number 113, it takes a few minutes but I do eventually find it.

"Jeez, why is a faggo-ugh!" A male voice started but then it transformed into a grunt of pain.
Turning, I see a guy doubled over, wincing in pain as he holds his stomach.

And the black wearing boy was walking past him, the butt of his smoke flying away from his figure onto the scuffed school floors.