Her Admirer ||GOT7 Jinyoung fanfic ✔

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I didn't want to dance with Lu Han. I would gladly give up the chance and curse to dance with him. Turn it into a blessing and let his girlfriend dance with him instead.

I was still groaning and complaining after dance class and singing class. I was that miserable about dancing with him.

And couple dance? We are not considered a couple. Never was, never will be. I have a boyfriend for goodness sake. But I couldn't say that could I?

"I don't wanna be his dance partner..." I whined.

Jan heard me but kept quiet even though I could tell she really wanted to slap me. She reached into her bag and took out something.

The sound the tape made being pulled of the roll was annoyingly loud. She ripped off the piece of duct tape and placed it on my mouth.

"That should keep you quiet for a bit, take it off? Free waxing. Your welcome."

*time skip recess*

"MHH!!" I tried to talk with duct tape sealing my mouth tightly.

"Would you stop moving?!" A frustrated Jan asked will getting the corners of the duct tape of my mouth.

I screamed in pain again, muffled by the duct tape, and squeezed Misha's hand which she kindly lent me to lessen the pain.

Until the duct tape was ripped off my mouth in 1.5 seconds.

"AHHH!!!"

The scream I had been holding in was finally let out. The hurt like hell. The skin around my mouth was red and raw. I whimpered in pain.

I had to skip the singing class earlier because of my mouth and all I got was weird stares.

We were hiding in the toilet now and were getting ready to leave.

"You guys go first... I need to tend to my mouth," I waves Misha and Jan off.

They nodded and left the toilet. I sighed, touching my skin gently, I shook my head in annoyance.

"I still don't want to be Lu Han's partner..." I said to myself, thinking I was alone when i heard a toilet cubical door open.

At first I was embarrassed and flustered but when I realised it was Macy, everything changed.

She was angry. It was clear in her eyes, showing how pissed she was at my presence. She walked over to me and grabbed my collar, pulling me nearer to her and throwing me back against the sink.

My lower back collided with the hard marble of the sink and I fell to the ground. Pain surged through my body, travelling up my spine.

I have never been able to handle pain very well from the beginning. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction that she was hurting me.

"Listen to me," she said in a cold voice and dragged me by my hair into the handicap cubical were her minions were also in.

"You are not going to dance with my boyfriend. I don't give a shit whether you are an idol or not, I'm the cousin of Kim Jisoo from BlackPink and your group is nothing near how good they are!"

"Well, maybe if your dancing was better you could dance with your boyfriend!" I shot back, despite the situation.

"You are really asking for a death wish right?" She lifted what resembled a wooden plank and whacked me in the stomach with it.

I doubled over in pain and clutched my stomach. She grabbed my wrist tightly, digging her nails into my flesh.

"I will make you suffer, mark my words," she said and her minions opened the door.

She forcefully kicked me out of the cubical and left me on the toilet floor alone, leaving the toilet.

"Spoiled little bitch..." I muttered and grabbed the toilet door to hoist myself off the floor.

I slipped again after a sharp pain seared up my lower back. Worse comes to worse, I whipped out my phone and called Jan to come and help me.

"Oh my crap... she knows your an idol and she still did this to you?" Misha ranted as Jan helped me off the ground.

"What took you so long?" I glared at Jan.

"Fans."

"Ya, she was bombarded with fans in the hallway." Misha justified.

"Cool and how am I going to get to out of this toilet?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"Through the vans."

"Are you kidding me?" I scrunched up my nose.

"No, I'm being sarcastic." She rolled her eyes at me. "I called our manager. She should be coming to pick you up. Meanwhile, I will be in school collecting homework for you." She added with a huff.

"We will excuse you from school for you but you have to go quickly since everyone is still in class."

*time skip*

Getting out of school was easy. But explaining why I was back early was a different story.

"You got bullied. Because you were some girl's boyfriend's dance partner." Dley put her hands out to try and understand my long rant.

"Yes, she just started dragging me by my hair into a toilet cubical and started thrashing me. My back aches like crazy now and Jan even duct taped my mouth before than and because I keep saying that I didn't want Lu Han as my dance partner. Macy would have obviously heard me since she was also in the toilet. So after Jan and Misha left-"

"Holy crap..." Krys rubbed her temples and groaned, " I thought Dley and Jan's on the spot rapping was annoying but you are just..."

I frowned and arched my back on purpose to try and demonstrate how painful it was. But I regretted soon after as my back hurt like hell.

"Come here," Keys said in a motherly way as she lifted the back of my shirt and applied some ointment on my lower back.

I winced sharply in pain and she massaged it.

"It will take awhile to heal. No more dancing. This eomma is worried about you."

I rolled my eyes playfully and tried to get up onto the sofa.

"Is Jan coming back soon?" Dley asked, still walking around in circles as though trying to process what exactly happened to me.

"In about 20 seconds, she will come bursting through that door." Krys said, turning to the clock.

Thinking she was correct, I counted softly under my breath and soon enough...

"I'm back!!!! Oh and so is your boyfriend."

I turned to the door way to see my furious boyfriend with his arms crossed.