This Insane Heart : A BTS Fanfiction (Discontinued)

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"So..." My brother dragged the word. "What's with the bruises?"

"I fell." I replied simply.

Silence invaded the cool air. He decided not to ask about the matter anymore, since he knew I won't tell him about it.

"When did you get this friend?" My brother asked, breaking the silence in the car. "This is the first time you actually get a female friend." He chuckled.

"Last week." I answer his question, but avoided his second sentence. I never actually told him about my problem. I don't like telling people about my pathetic situation.

Now that I think about it...Getting bullied in my whole school life... Why didn't I actually try to fight?

Oh, now I remember... It was because of that day.

That day, when I started getting bullied, I was fighting back. I ended up being reported with my main bully, Song Eunji for fighting at the hallway of the school. The teacher called for both of our parents.

For some insane reason, the teachers sided with them, despite me having more bruises than her. Her parents were rich, so maybe they bribed the headmaster?

I was shocked at that time. Then, I realised that, telling my problems makes me pathetic and trying to solve this problem, the bullying problem, without having a side effect is impossible.

Well, that's the short story of it.

As I zoned out of this world, I saw a creepy man, wearing a hoodie by the corner of my eyes. I blinked, and he was already gone. I peeked through the back window, and I couldn't see a trace of him.

"Yoonji?" A voice interrupted the creepiness I experience, yet it doesn't comfort me that much. "What's wrong?" He frowned. He glanced at me for a while, then focused on the road again. "I called you for a lot of times, you didn't even move."

"Uhm, sorry." I said, still wondering the existence of the creepy guy just now. "I guess I was thinking too much." I glanced at him, hoping the words were enough to convince him that I'm fine.

"Well, what were you looking back there?" He asked, obviously still worried.

"It's just something I imagined." I shrugged. I relaxed on the seat, well at least I tried to. The hairs on my skin are standing, and my body felt colder than usual. I hugged myself, rubbed my arms,  hoping my body would get warmer.

"You look pale." He put the back of his hand on my forehead,  and deepens his frown. He lowered the coldness of the air conditioner. "You're burning!"

"I'm fine." I protested. "I just need some rest." I closed my eyes,  trying to sleep.

He kept quiet,  probably noticing that my eyes were closed.

My head was throbbing,  and I didn't realise I was sleeping through the journey with the pain I experienced.
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"Hey." The same voice entered my ears. "Wake up!" The voice sounded desperate, and sounded very alike to my brother.

"5 more minutes..." I rolled my body away from him,  against the soft bed under me. I was still closing my eyes,  not having the desire to open them.

"Finally, you're awake!" He sighed,  sounding relieved. "You haven't responded to me for ten hours!" I felt a hand brushing against my neck softly. "Your fever is not going down... "

"Fever?" I opened my left eye, rolled back, and looked at him. I realized that the room was white and was quite familiar. "Are we at the hospital?"