Boss • l.ty & w.yh

25

!Trigger Warning!

This chapter contains sexual assault so if you are uncomfortable reading it, please skip this chapter.

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Jaehyun was sick again. Meaning: You had to take the bus.

When you got to the bus stop though there was already a long ass waiting line and asshole was in the front of it.

'Of course he was' you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes as you stood beside whoever was at the end of the line.

The fact that the line was so long really irritated you though you didn't know why.

Maybe it was because you and asshole wouldn't get to play 20 questions today.

When you got on the bus, there were no more seats left, so you just tried to find a good standing spot.

And just your luck, you were standing right beside asshole who was seated comfortably and whose eyes were closed with earphones plugged in his ears. When you glance at his seat, you glare at him in shock and anger. His bag was placed beside him.

Placed on a spot where another person could sit on. And you'd actually ask him if your pride wasn't so high.

You try not to think about it and look ahead instead. But after a few minutes, you feel a hand brush against your thigh and you twitch a little. Curse your school for skirts, lucky you were wearing shorts under.

But it felt uncomfortable and you turn to see a middle aged man who was looking ahead as well. So you think of it as an accident.

But after a few minutes, you feel a hand cup your ass for a few seconds, making you quickly spin around and glare at the middle aged man.

"Excuse me but stop touching me like that! It's gross and uncomfortable!" You semi-scream, catching the attention of a few people on the bus, one of them being asshole who now removed his earphones and watched the scene unfold.

You had this weird habit, that when you got mad, you didnt really care about your surroundings and just raised your voice at the person you were mad at.

"What?! How disrespectful of you little girl! Couldn't it have been an accident! For you to assume something like that is rude!" The middle aged man says in reply.

"Excuse me?!" You stare at him in disbelief. "Well if it was an accident then a sorry would've been nice" You say through gritted teeth.

"You're making me apologize?! After being wrongly accused?!" The middle aged man says, looking around and realizing that he's caused a scene.

"Look. You're lucky that I'm letting you off easy so mind your own business and stop trying to make a scene"

Your fists are clenched at this point and you start to feel like crying out of pure anger but you swallow your pride and face the front again. If he doesn't repeat it than you'll be fi-

You feel a hand on your thigh again, hiking up your skirt and just when you're about to turn and punch the guy, a hand stops you, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to a chair.

And in an instant, asshole's in front of the middle aged man with a hand on the guy's collar.

"She told you to stop didn't she?" He asks, glaring at the middle aged man who was practically shaking at this point.

"Don't even bother playing victim at this point because I saw what you just did so if I were you, get off of this bus right now and never show your face to me or her ever again or I'll beat the shit out of you"

"H-hey! W-who do you t-think you a-are to a-accuse me o-of-"

The middle aged man could barely speak at this point but was still persistent on proving that he did nothing wrong.

"-are you gonna get off of this bus or do I have to knock some sense into you before you do" asshole's voice was an octave lower at this point and the grip on the man's collar was practically choking the guy and if it were any other person, they would've probably pissed their pants in fear but for some reason, you weren't scared.

The middle aged man really did piss his pants before running to the front, telling the conductor to stop the bus and getting off.

Meanwhile, you sat, frozen in asshole's seat, a little traumatized about the whole situation as tears threatened to spill your eyes out of pure frustration.

After muttering apologies to a few people, Taeyong was about to take a seat when he saw you staring into the distance as you tried to stop tears from falling down your face.

Taeyong gently placed a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch until you realized that it was just him.

He gestured for you to move to the seat where his bag was so you quietly lifted his bag and placed it on your lap as he sat beside you.

"Because you took that seat, you have to hold my ba-"

"-Thanks" you mutter, cutting him off as you took a deep breath, blinking tears away.

Taeyong sighed before gently grabbing your hand and rubbing small circles on the back of your palm.

The gesture finally made your tears spill out so you hugged his bag closer to you as if it was a pillow and burried your head in it to hide your tears and muffle your whimpers which he could clearly hear though.

And Taeyong stares at you for a few seconds, letting go of your hand for a moment to ruffle your hair as he muttered "From now on, you sit beside me"