a/n lmao i have no clue what day it is in my own fanfic, so let's just say it's monday -
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Bomi hissed as she ran around Isaac's house, trying to find said boy's room.
Long story short, Bomi turned on her phone only to see that it was Monday. You know, school is starting again today. And she had 45 minutes until first period.
Bomi finally found Isaac's room and shook him awake.
"Isaac, I need you to drive me to Jungkook's house as soon as possible! It's fucking Monday, and I have school in like, 45 minutes or something," Bomi fussed. Isaac just murmured incoherent sentences, most likely insults, to Bomi.
"I'll be downstairs in 5 minutes, prepare your shit."
Bomi sprinted downstairs and grabbed her backpack, shoving her belongings along with Isaac's gummy bears that she found into it. She leaned down, allowing Bagel to hop up onto her shoulder before scurrying over to the front door and anxiously waiting.
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"Thank you so fucking much, Isaac! I'll see you at work," Bomi smiled as she sprinted into Jungkook's house. She abruptly stopped when she heard yelling.
"You're fucking disgusting! Boys don't love boys! I've told you this, you worthless prick!" Bomi's eyes widened when she heard that statement, followed by a loud slap. It shocked her even more that it was Mrs. Jeon's voice.
Bomi ran to the kitchen (after putting Bagel in his cage with food and water like a good owner, of course), where all the noise was coming from. She stopped breathing when she saw Jungkook on the ground. In tears. Bruises very evident. And his parents standing over him.
Mr. Jeon was about to punch Jungkook when Bomi interrupted.
"Stop! What the hell are you doing to him?!" Bomi stumbled over to Jungkook and kneeled beside him, worry written all over her face along with the hot tears that streamed down her flushed cheeks.
"Get out of the fucking way, Bomi. He's disgusting," Mr. Jeon hissed. Bomi looked up at him, revolted.
"No. You're disgusting. This is your son! You're hurting him! What kind of sick, twisted people are you?!" Bomi raged. The two elders stayed silent. They judged the two quietly.
"Are you okay— fuck, of course you aren't okay....here, let me help you up." Bomi pulled Jungkook up lightly, helping him limp up to his room. Of course, that is after she gave the elders the middle finger, with no shame whatsoever.
After helping Jungkook to his room, Bomi let him lay on his bed as she went to his bathroom to get a wet cloth and some bandages from the mirror-cabinet.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Jungkook. If I weren't such a selfish piece of shit, I could've stopped that before it even happened. Oh my god, I'm so, so, so-"
"It's not okay! You're not okay!! Your parents just fucking beat you for being in love with someone of the same sex! That's not fucking okay! Oh my fucking god, this is all my fault....if I had just-"
"Bomi. Stop."
"How can I stop? I cou- could've stopped th- this from happening, but I was s-so fucking stupid and decided t-to not co-come back-"
Jungkook pulled Bomi down to him and hugged her. This made Bomi feel even more guilty, especially because she was bawling. She shouldn't be the one being comforted! She's just a stupid girl with a stupid heartbreak. Jungkook was an important boy with abusive parents and bruises. The latter was definitely more important in Bomi's perspective.
"How about we just clean my wounds up, and get ready for school. I'm sure Jimin is worried about me— us. I'm sure he is worried about us considering we're already 10 minutes late."
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Bomi and Jungkook had split ways after going to the front office for their new schedules. It was the second half of the year, so they would have new classes.
Bomi was now headed to Ms. Ryu's class. Bomi had heard stories about Ms. Ryu from many people.....she was known as "Ms. Ryun for your fucking life." Bomi was not excited. It annoyed her even more that she taught science....her second worst subject, her first worst obviously being math.
Mental Abuse To Humans
Bomi awkwardly stepped into class and handed Ms. Ryu her late pass.
lmao, this hoe looks like that old slug dood from Monsters Inc.... Roz lookin' head ass.
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Bomi burst into laughter causing the whole room to go silent. Everyone just stared.
"Bomi. See me after class," Ms. Ryu hissed. Bomi wiped her tears before speaking like her unfiltered self.
"Wait, wait, wait...can you just do one thing for me? Oh my god, please just say 'Mike Wazowski'," Bomi pleaded. The whole class burst out laughing, noticing the resemblance of their teacher and Roz.
"Go. Sit. Down."
Oh shit.
Bomi sheepishly smiled before speed walking to an empty seat in the back of the classroom.
Oh hELL NO!!
Bomi looked to her left....only to see nail polish girl. Ya'know, the one from math class? 28 year-old basement nail polish lookin' ass.
"Bomi-ah, you look terrible...what happened?" Nail polish girl asked. I mean, she wasn't wrong. Bomi was in her baggy, grey sweatpants and her oversized, black hoodie. She was more pale than usual as well, the bags under her eyes were very evident. And the tip of her nose was pink, for she kept sneezing and sniffling.....walking in the rain for 20 minutes wasn't the best of ideas.
"Yeah, I'm fine....Uh, I never caught your name....," Bomi awkwardly responded. She might as well befriend nail polish girl, so she can be straightforward with her about the stench later on.
"Chaejin. Jung Chaejin," Said girl spoke, giving Bomi a bright smile. Bomi smiled back the best she could without cringing at the smell of that nasty ass nail polish. Bomi was determined to befriend her. And determined to fucking demolish that nail polish.
