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Changmin's P.O.V:
"Day 425," I sighed. Already more than a year of having to deal with this. I checked my face in the mirror, and was relieved when nothing strange was reflected. I smoothed out my clothes and walked out nonchalantly from the restroom, my head hanging and my eyes glued to the ground. My hood was draped over my head, obscuring some parts of my face. I overheard the familiar voices of those that I didn't want to meet today. Especially not today.
Y/N's P.O.V:
"Ugh, day 1," I groaned, my hands held behind my head as I strolled into school. My grades from my old school were average and not too terrible, so I believed I would survive. I had just recently transferred, and would be introduced to my new classmates today. I hoped that they would welcome me with open arms and not create any difficulties or obstacles for me. That would be very troublesome. Not for me, but for them. If they thought they could mess with me, they would learn a very important lesson.
Changmin's P.O.V:
I felt hands grasp my shoulder and I froze up, stopping in my tracks. The other students just swerved around me, not even sparing a glimpse to my situation. I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Er..." I squeaked as I was twirled around so I was directly in front of three muscular boys that should at least be two years older than me. Even though I always endured this every day of my school life, I never got used to the fright that imprisoned me and the terror that rooted me to the ground. Not to mention the chills that chained me when I had to face them eye-to-eye.
Without another word, they grinned malevolently and dragged me off to a secluded area of the school. "Let's see what you got!" One of them exclaimed as they ripped my backpack off my shoulders and pinned me down as they dug around in my nearly empty bag. I basically memorized their routine by now; they'd snatch my backpack away and search through it for any valuables or precious items like my phone or money. I was glad I left those two objects at home. But I wasn't glad that they were tearing apart my workbooks mercilessly. I'd have to buy more textbooks for the millionth time...
"Give us your money!" They demanded with a roar. "I don't have any," I meekly uttered, shrinking back as they held me down against the pale-painted wall. My head banged against its solid surface and I yelled, the pain searing through my skull. The three bullies continued to punch, kick, and scream endlessly without a second thought about consequences if they ever were caught. But the possibility about being caught red-handed was very slim. I dug my front teeth into my bottom lip, slicing the skin and triggering the blood to escape. I was suppressing my screeches of agony, but I secretly wished someone would save me.
Y/N's P.O.V:
I explored the school interior, tracing my fingers over the intricate designs on the walls. "This is a pretty neat school!" I nodded in approval before I heard the faint sounds of shouting. I paused momentarily before proceeding to the direction where the shouting was emitted. "Hello?" I called out bravely, poking my head around a corner. I witnessed someone getting beaten to a pulp by three brawny and assumably strong people. "Hey!!" I bellowed at them. "Leave the kid alone!"
The heads all turned to me as I pounced on top of one of them like a cat does to a mouse. I securely wrapped my legs around his neck, choking him as I clung onto his disheveled hair. He stumbled around crazily, flailing his arms as he tried over and over to peel my off like a banana but to no avail. His friends also attempted to grab at me, jumping up and down to try and land a hit on me. My eyes averted to the defeated boy laying weakly on the ground, unable to move. That made me fired up even more. They bruise up an innocent student just for their personal enjoyment?!
I was furious at that point. I yanked at my victim's hair before stabbing his eyes with my fingers violently, receiving a sharp wail. I slid down off of his back, raking my long nails into him as I smoothly inched down. He pressed one hand to his eyes and one to his scratched back, staggering away and abandoning his friends. I cracked my knuckles and popped my leg joints. I dodged any strikes from the two remaining, extending my legs in a flash to trip them or to land a kick onto their calves. I dusted my hands after jabbing them both in the ribs. "My work here is done," I proudly declared as the two were sent crying away from me.
I then headed to the boy that still hadn't moved an inch. I kneeled down beside him. "Hi. My name's Knight in Shining Armor," I joked with a humorous chuckle. "Just kidding. I'm Y/N L/N, but just call me Y/N. No need for honorifics. I know you're younger than me by looking at your nametag. I'll take you to the nurse's office." He just stared at me with a crooked smile on his face of thankfulness. I winked at him before shifting around so my back faced him. I was still crouched down. "Hop on," I urged.
"Huh?" He said in disbelief. I rolled my eyes. "Is it that strange for a boy to piggy back ride on a girl?" I asked in exasperation. Society these days... I ushered him on, and he finally obliged. He wasn't even that heavy! I carried him on my back as if he was some toddler to the nurse's office, earning stares from the bypassers. I didn't care about what their perspective was on me though. All I cared at the moment was getting the poor kid treated.
I entered the nurse's office, peeking in. There was no one. "Are you serious?!" I sighed as I laid him down on one of the white beds. I placed a thin white blanket over his body and kneeled next to the uncomfortable-looking bed. It creaked under his weight. He seemed unconscious so I decided to just read his nametag. Hm... Changmin? That was his name? I rested my head on the rough mattress. "I'm not smart enough to get you some medical supplies. We just have to wait... Sorry, Changmin," I yawned before falling asleep.
