Chapter One

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~Jaebum's POV~

I woke up and did my normal Monday routine, getting ready, eating breakfast and heading off to school.  I walked with my neighbor and friend Jinyoung and we chatted randomly to fill up the walk.

It was pleasant with the spring air warming your skin as the sun shined brightly on you giving everything a slight glow.  To say I was sad to spend such a pretty day inside a school was an understatement.

I was a Senior and had been at this school for 4 year's now, with that I knew a lot of the kids at the school.  I don't know how this started but I just kind of starting to learn things about people.  It became my thing, if you needed to know someone's schedule I probably knew it somehow, someone's favorite color?  I got that too, I didn't try to be this resource of information and I honestly don't know why I know so much about my classmates but I do.

There was a new boy that joined last week and he has already become semi well known in the school.  He was quiet and shy but he was very well known in classes because he was this happy virus that got even the school's "bad" boys to chuckle and laugh at his dumb jokes and silly dances.

I did notice he tends to come to school with a bunch of scrapes and little bruises and it was quite alarming to me.  Was someone bullying him?  Our school was pretty calm and no one really seemed like a bully to be honest.  There were some immature pricks and kids who thought the world revolved around them, but would they really do anything physical?

That brought the question, did his parents or someone outside of school hurt him?  Was Youngjae being abused?  I couldn't picture anyone hurting him and I doubt he gave himself all the bruises and little scrapes.

It honestly looked like the kid fell in a bush about 6 times on the way to school everyday, I was growing worried about him and I didn't even know him.  I knew everyone to a degree though so I guess I did know him, or at least of him.  I could get to know him, maybe become his friend and find out if someone was hurting him...

I shouldn't even care though, he isn't my problem, hell he isn't even my friend.  I have enough to worry about I don't have time to go around and protect a Junior from some bully or something, I have my own issues and worries to deal with.  I shook off the thoughts and continued through the day until we got to lunch.

"Have you guys seen Youngjae today?"  The youngest member BamBam as we called him asked.

"I saw him this morning near the office."  I answered while biting my sandwich.

I glanced at BamBam, why did the little Thai boy want to know about Youngjae, we almost never brought him up.  Unless he said something to cheer someone in our group up and we were talking about how nice it was we didn't really converse about him or anyone else in the matter.

"Why?"  Jinyoung asked reading my mind.

"He was talking with Yugyeom earlier and I wanted to know why."  BamBam said and I rolled my eyes.

BamBam had such an obsession with Yugyeom it was entertaining but annoying.  It was pretty obvious BamBam had developed a crush, but he never actually talked to Yugyeom in person so nothing would ever come from it if he didn't say hi.

"Just introduce yourself to him Bam."  I said taking a sip of my water bottle with an eye roll.

"It's not that easy!"  BamBam complained throwing a piece of his roll at me.

"Sure it's not."  I said groaning and avoiding the food being tossed at me from the foreigner.

"If you're not going to eat your food at least give it to me."  Jackson complained taking BamBam's tray from him saving me from his little food bullets.

I stopped listening to them as Yugyeom and Youngjae entered the cafeteria and sat at one of the tables near us.  Youngjae was laughing loudly at something the younger one said and it was an adorable sight but I still kept glancing at the scrapes on his knuckles and the purple mark on his jaw line.

Who would hurt him?

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