[✔] Magic // MYG

44. Broken nose

It's been a week now.
Seven days since that fake video was spread around school.
School was hell, not like always, but worse.

I was being slut shamed whenever I was in the hallways. Stupid remarks coming from left and right.
I sighed, happy that at least Taehyung didn't have to be living through this.

He decided to stay at home and wait until I solved all of this, he took me by my word.
He believed in what I said and that's pretty much everything I needed to keep myself going.
Taehyung was probably the only reason why I was still doing what I was doing.

It's been a week.
And just like I told Taehyung that he should give me a week, I was prepared after those seven days.
A small smile swiped onto my lips. If it weren't for Jane I would've been literally nowhere right now.

Jane is the real MVP in this whole story.

It's afternoon now. Classes ended and I was waiting to meet up with Jane.
Everyone else already went home.

As I leaned onto the wall I saw Jane approaching me. She waved at me and I waved back.
The moment she was in arms reach she threw herself at me.

"Hyoju, I'm so sorry for kinda ignoring you in school." She whined into my shoulder.

"It's fine. This way you were able to find out the things that we needed." I smiled at her.
"Where are the guys?"

She let go of me and motioned for me to follow. "The others are already in the old building, I'm only looking for Yoongi now."

As we walked around the corner of the hall, we stopped. My hands clenched into fists and I was ready to punch that bitch in front of me.

"Hyoju-" Jane grabbed my arm but I swatted it away.

"Jane. Call Taehyung over to the building. Tell him we're getting this shit fixed now." I looked at her. "I'm taking care of this one."

"Hyoju. What will you do?" She asked as she flinched at me cracking my fingers.

"I'm going to punch that bitch so she'll let go of this fucktard so I can get this whole bullshit off of my to-do list."
I cracked my wrists and looked at Jane who was already leaving and having her phone in hand.

I turned back to those two in the hall.
Yoongi and Lisa.

Disgusting.

Yoongi's back was against the hallway wall. Lisa was literally glued to him.

Her breasts pressed against his chest.
Her filthy paw holding his hand at her slutty thigh.
One of her legs pressed into his crotch.
Her other filthy paw searching his body up and down.

The best thing, Yoongi looked like he was enjoying himself.
Like he always wanted this.
Of course I never did that to him because I wasn't such a whore as everyone assumed.

I took a deep breath as I walked closer to them. I started warming up my right shoulder, ready to punch that smirk of her face.

I was almost in front of them and they still didn't realize.
"Hey Lisa." Both their heads snapped to me.

Hers was full of triumph and cockiness.
His was full of anger and sadness.

Before anyone could do anything I punched her right on her nose.
A loud cracking sound echoed through the halls and she flew to the ground, holding her nose and starting to cry.

I shook my hand as it felt a bit painful.
"Number one, check."
I turned to Yoongi and saw his terrified face.
Without saying a word I took his forearm, because I ain't touching this bitch's hand anymore, and started dragging him down the hall.

He ripped his arm out of my grasp and glared at me.
"Don't touch me." He took a step away from me. "And why did you punch her."

I scoffed. "Two things." I held up two fingers. "One, if you don't want me to touch you, you'll have to follow me yourself. Two, you would want to punch her sooner or later anyways after I'm done talking to you guys."

He clicked his tongue and turned. "I'm not going anywhere with a whore like you."

My eye twitched. I walked up to him and slammed him against the wall, grabbing his collar and glaring into his face.
His eyes never looked more terrified.

"Call me that one more time and I will never, I tell you, never ever even look at you. You'll regret everything you did for the past seven days." I was almost terrified with my own self. "You're either going with me yourself or I'm doing the same thing I did to your new doll there and drag you to the old gym."

He visibly gulped. He wanted to show dominance but didn't know how. As he glanced at Lisa, he gulped again.
As he still didn't talk I just grabbed his forearm tightly again and started dragging him again, this time he didn't try to resist.
Probably from the tight grip I was having on his arm.
To be honest, I couldn't care less if it was hurting him or if he would get a bruise.

I dragged him out of the school, away from those deafening cries that left Lisa's throat. I should've punched her harder so she would pass out. I rolled my eyes and dragged Yoongi further to the old gym.
Our old hangout.

I slammed the doors open and all heads turned to me.
Taehyung and Jane were sitting on the couch, it was moved further back so it wasn't as close as it was to the benches.
On the benches were sitting the other five guys.

I took a few more steps inside and threw Yoongi in front of me. He stumbled further into the big room before he stopped.
I turned and closed the doors again.

After that I walked over to the couch and sat down between Jane and Taehyung as they made room for me.
I glared at Yoongi who was still standing in the middle of the room.

"Are you going to sit down yourself or do I have to help you?" The words left my lips like venom from a poisonous snake.

He flinched and quickly sat down next to the other guys. I sighed and looked at Jane.
"Thanks, can you contact those girls as well in a bit? I want to talk to them after this."

She nodded and gave me a thumbs up.
I turned to Taehyung. His eyes were huge as he looked at me.

"How are you? I haven't seen you in a week." I said in the most gentle voice I could master in my state. His face softened a bit and he hugged me.

"Thank you so much for everything. Sorry for making you do all the work." I hugged him back.

It was nice seeing him in person, finally.
The past week just consisted of us texting or occasionally face timing. The latter was like torture.

I would always see his puffy red eyes, the dark circles around them, his unkempt hair, his dry and chapped lips and his fake smiles being displayed on screen.
He always refused of me coming over.
He never wanted me to, he said that talking to me was enough and didn't want more so I left him be.

We broke our hug and I turned back to the guys sitting on the benches.
As I looked at every single one of them my blood started to boil again, especially after I remember seeing Yoongi and Lisa in the hallway.

With that I stood up.
"Okay bitches, you better listen up now."

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A/n:

Shit bouta go down again :)