Mind Games [SangwooxMale!reader]

| Lovely day for it! | - 1

[not suitable for many audiences]

You feel yourself being dragged into a storage room full of teenagers, you felt fear, concerned about the situation you were in. They forced you onto your knees, you cry out as they pull your hair roughly making you look at them. They smirked wickedly, "you have such a pretty face for a guy, it's making me hard!" He says as this disgusted you, "let me go you nasty creep!" You try to resist against there hold, but only to get hit, "stop moving you dirty slut." He growls angrily, but only for you to squirm even more. "Just beat him until he stop resisting," the one says sitting in the back with a bored look on his face. Only for you to scream and cry, trying to get there hands off you, "no stop! Let me go!" 

One of them held you by the hair, as the others starts ripping your button up shirt opens bruising your delicate skin, "let me go!" You cried, you whimpered quietly as tears slid down your face. Your body trembles in pain, you feel there hands make there way to unbutton your pants. Being pushed and pulled, a hand covers your mouth, many hands run up your thigh.

You couldn't take this anymore.

You bit onto his hand, the taste of blood on the corner of your lips. "Argh! Fucking bitch!" He held onto his hand, you huffing heavily. Only to get kicked in the face, blood runs down your nose, you've felt dazed from the hit. Once they were done with their deeds, "let's go everyone, let's leave this slut." They snickered, leaving you all alone, you slowly pick yourself up, pulling up your pants weakly and buttoning you're shirt. You felt humiliated, frustrated and pathetic, tears come down at your face, you get up and walk out of the

I can't take this anymore...

You walk outside, on the sidewalk... Looking down at the road, a semi truck driving quickly.

I just want to die!

~~~

You sit up from your bed gasping for air, "what... what the hell? Who was that?" You get up from your bed, maybe it's just some shitty dream and my day is going to be shitty as well. Getting up from bed, you look over at your alarm clock, it was 3 in the morning. You decided to just make coffee and relax, you didn't quite believe in some superstition. Not that your cared too much about it, you were already focused on a life now. Having a time of your life, a career all set out for you, there isn't anything to worry about anyways. You got ready, wore a button up white shirt to go over it a [F. Color] sweater and black ripped jeans. And put on a silver jewelry to your left ear and fixed your [H. color] neatly.

You head out to the door, feeling the warm air hit you, it felt quite nice. "What a great day to start the day," feeling the sun's ray hit your face, as you walked to school. You see a bunch of people at the entrance of school, some of the kids stopped what they were doing to have all eyes on you. Whispering and giggling, or some just felt imitated with your presence along with your freakishly handsome look. You made your way into class, with some students messing around and you set yourself down in your assigned seat, next to a odd and awkward looking kid. With dark eye bags, messy black hair and seems to fiddle with his clothes anxiously. With him looking away as you only met his dark eyes just for a quick second. Come to think of it, you barely seen him around or maybe invisible at times.

The bell rings as kids were hurrying into class and settling in, the teacher says a simple good morning and starts class. You can hear the others talk about one of the jock's had disappeared recently. You smile a little, well sucks for him. Because you knew it wasn't you, maybe thinking for a little, you weren't also behind this mess. Or maybe, he was stupid enough to get himself lost. Who knows, only you just sat in with your thoughts. You didn't notice that the teacher had left the class leaving the students to fuck around in class. You finally had your train of thoughts get cut off when you hear three older senior students start to pick on the kid next to you. Your brow twitch in annoyance, when they start saying rude names, "you're such a little weird creepy fuck." Unamused, you hoped that they would stop, only for them to start putting there hands on the kid. And start to mess with his stuff. Laughing and giggling as no one else wanted to step in.

You had enough of it when it gotten onto your side of the table. You grabbed a hold of one of the senior's collar, making them lose grasp of the kid's hair. "Well you're no fucking better, I advise you to back the fuck off, because pissing me off is the last thing you'd wanna do." You say in a menacing tone, furrowing your eyebrows together angrily. The other two seniors anxiously backed off, "okay man, just put him down we'll stop." He says freaked out, surprised that you stepped in, "good. Now don't say a word about this," you shoved him into an empty desk. Stumbling, the teacher just came in. "Now what is going on here!" They shout, you sat yourself down, "nothing, just having a little fun." You say as you glare at the senior, as they three go hurriedly to go and sit down at there desks. "Y-Yeah! Just having a little fun," one of them spoke, and you gave the teacher a little soft smile.

"Okay, back to your seats we are going to start the lesson." The teacher says firmly, making sure everyone was paying attention. "Umm... t-thanks," you hear the tiny person next to you, seeing a gratitude look in his eyes. With a small smile on his face. "Yeah, no problem." You say simply, it wasn't a biggy, while hearing the other kids whisper that you were such a good hearted person stepping in. You noticed that he didn't have a pencil or pen, sitting there just fumbling with his clothes again. You pass over a pen next to his notebook, as he looks down at the pen. "T-Thanks again," he spoke softly, grabbing the pen to use and write in his notebook. You hummed in response, you leaned against your hand, bored of the lesson. Since you already knew everything, by just reading the notebook over and over. Mostly just out of boredom. You took out another book to read about wilderness survival and ropes techniques, usage of belts tying, shoelaces, and other sorts.

Not long after, the class finishes, and everyone was ready to get to the next class. And leaving it quickly, you were about to leave when a light tug on your sleeve. It was that kid again, trying to give you the pen back, "it's fine keep it." You say simply, you notice the kid was walking next to you, "I- uh, my names Yoonbum..." he says sheepishly, as he fumbles with his words. "[F. Name]." You said shortly, "you... you didn't have to help me, but I'm happy you helped me. Thank you," he says with gratitude, "it's not a big deal, they were getting on my nerves." As you two split ways to your next classes, he waved goodbye to you giving a small gesture as well. Then accidentally bumping into another kid, with brown and black hair. "Sorry," you say only the two of you locking eyes, he doesn't say anything back. With such a stoic face and taking a good look at you up and down then walking past each other with a short amount of interaction. You shrug, I mean, it was his issue about making it a big deal than it should be. Settling into class as you wait for this day to be over.