Chapter 4 - Fights

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Namjoon didn't even slow down before striking Suga in the face. You were forced to release Suga as Namjoon stopped in front of you, shielding you. Your only thought was, Why? Why would he punch Suga now? Why was he so interested in you? What had you done to draw his interest?

Namjoon didn't exactly know why either. He started to follow you when you had classes together after you rejected him, occasionally glancing at you. Before he knew it, he was watching everything you did, the little way you tucked loose hair behind your ear, how you adjusted your glasses over your face, where your sweatshirt shifted on your neck, everything. He had never played this much attention to a girl, even when he had sex. Something about the way you had rejected him made his attention turn towards you. When you walked in with Jungkook, he was unsettled by the idea that you had rejected him for another guy. When you didn't reject his touch and even talked to him, Namjoon wondered what it would be like to be Jungkook. He had watched you, all class, as you ignored the paper balls hitting your head. He ended up wondering what you would do after Jungkook left so quickly, and now it's this situation.

Namjoon didn't realize the very same girl he hit on was also the badass biker.

Suga, on the other hand, couldn't get his mind off the biker from the weekend. He remembered how her form was as she rode, how she quickly responded, and how she even managed to get him off balance. Practically no one had done that in years. When Taehyung and him fought, it was over the incident last week where he had walked in with wounds. Suga was self destructive and he knew it. He didn't care, figuring yolo, right? But now he wanted to find that biker girl and pay his dues. He would do everything in his power find the girl who had taken over his thoughts after a mere first encounter. It pissed him off to no bounds because he knew it was strange. That didn't stop him from being curious about the first and only girl to not fawn or be scared of him. The only girl who took him up in a fight.

He didn't realize that very same girl was staring at him with round glasses and concern at his friend.

Suga recovered from the punch with a slight stumble. He glared at Namjoon with a death promise in his eyes. Namjoon glared back. He felt a thrill from doing this that he'd never felt before and he wasn't about to let it go. You helped Taehyung up while they were preoccupied with each other and your decision had been made.

You weren't going to deal with the Playboy or the Bad Boy. You were going to leave because it didn't concern you.

Taehyung walked by himself, but you could tell from his slightly slanted posture that he was hurt. His face wasn't injured, so you wondered what was. Alas, you didn't know him well enough to invade his privacy like that, so you didn't. You walked him to the infirmary and left him there. He was kind about it, offering thanks before you left. He was so different from when you first met him that you questioned why, still leaving it alone.

You were so late for your next class. The teacher, luckily, didn't care. It was a movie day for your class and you wouldn't have to make it up.

Jungkook was worried sick. "What took you so long? Are you okay? Did you get hurt in any way?"

"No, Jungkook," you whispered back. "I'm fine. I just met two people I didn't want to see. I had to take someone to the infirmary. The nurse didn't let me go for a bit to make sure I was okay too, then I came straight here."

"Who did you take to the infirmary?"

You shrugged because you had never caught Taehyung's name from him while you walked together. "It wasn't anyone you are thinking of."

"I swear, if I see that fuckboy again..."

"Seriously, Jungkook. Let it go."

He huffs before finally leaving you alone. Just this last class since you only have 2 classes on Monday. Just this last one, you think to yourself.

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