Basketball: BTS Yoongi ff

Part 38

I shudder at the way that he is looking at me, suddenly not feeling so tough.

There is just something about him the makes me freeze. He has been my tormentor since I was little, him the reason that I wasn't confident in myself until I met Hyung Seok. I would like to say that I'm a confident girl who won't take shit from anybody, but whenever it comes to Carson I can't help but shrink in on myself as I remember all of the horrible things he used to do to me.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Cat got your tongue, princess?" he coos teasingly as I try and make myself disappear into the wall behind me. He chuckles at me silence, reaching forward to move a strand of my hair out from in front of my face.

"I will admit that you have gotten better at basketball" he says as he continues to skim his fingers over the exposed skin of my neck, moving down as his eyes follow his hands. I shudder in repulsion as he touches the necklace that I am wearing, feeling my stomach turn in nauseating circles of disgust.

"And I will also admit that you definitely got hotter as well."

I look up at him in shock at his words, feeling a combination of repulsion as well as surprise. Carson always used to say that I was the ugliest girl that he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Hearing him say the makes me feel gross, but it also makes me feel as if I have done something right. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but hearing someone who used to call you ugly say that you're hot raises your self esteem by a lot.

I don't respond to that, instead mumbling "don't touch me" under my breath as I swat his hand away from my chest. My eyes flicker up to his before I glance down again, not missing the amusement on his face as he peers down at me. He finds this funny. He finds my reaction to his touch amusing.

"Don't touch you?" he asks in fake surprise, him moving closer to me. My breathing picks up when he leans his face down so that I am forced to look into his eyes, moving my head to the side instead. I whimper when he simply grabs onto my chin with one of his hands, it holding me in place.

"Babe, I'm pretty sure I can do whatever the fuck I want."

I push at his chest as he crushes his body against mine, my eyes wide in shock. The hand that isn't holding onto my face grabs hold of my ass, his fingers squeezing it almost painfully.

He yells out in pain as I kick his shin, me unable to go any higher due to how close he is standing to me. He backs away as he holds onto his ankle before a look of rage crosses his features, my lips parting as I prepare to yell as he comes towards me again.

"Yah! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I almost cry in relief when I turn to see Yoongi walking towards us with an angry look on his face. I rush to him as Carson stares at him in confusion, his arms crossing over his chest as he does so.

I can't help but fling my arms around Yoongi's waist as he comes to a stop in front of him, his eyes widening when I do this. He holds me to his side anyway, obviously picking up on how frightened I am.

"Who the fuck are you?" Carson asks as he looks down at Yoongi, using his height to his advantage. Yoongi doesn't look intimidated at all, squaring his shoulders as he meets his glare head on.

"I'm her boyfriend, so I would appreciate it if you would stop harassing her."

I watch from my spot as Carson's eyes widen, a slow smirk appearing on his face.

"Her boyfriend, huh?"

He chuckles as he looks over at me, shaking his head. He looks me up and down before tutting, my body still shaking under his gaze.

"I guess I was right. Once a slut, always a slut."

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"I still can't believe you hit him" I say quietly as we walk towards the house that our team is having the party at. Yoongi shrugs his shoulders from his spot beside me, not taking his eyes off of the road.

"I didn't like the way he was treating you" he says softly, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

"I'm......I'm sorry, by the way."

"About what?" I ask curiously, not sure what he is talking about.

"When I called you a slut that one day" he says while still not making eye contact. "I didn't know how sensitive you were about that word and now I know why. I shouldn't have said it in the first place."

"I.........thanks" I say with wide eyes, still not able to believe what I am hearing. I have never heard Yoongi apologize to me before, so this is a real shock to me. That particular incident also happened almost a month and a half ago, so I'm kind of surprised that he has been feeling this way for so long.

"Yoongi?" I pause when he grunts as an answer, not sure if I really want to ask him this question. I would usually just say anything that comes to my mind, but being around Carson really took a tole on my confidence.

"Why are you so mean to me? You hardly even know me."

His deep sigh makes me stop, him stopping a few steps ahead of me as well. I expect him to ignore my question or say something insulting like he usually does, but when he finally looks at me his face is completely serious.

"I was bullied a lot for my anxiety in elementary and middle school" he starts out with, my eyes widening when I realize that he is actually going to answer my question. "When I became a high schooler I totally changed the way I was. I became cold and serious so that I didn't have to interact with people, and so that they wouldn't want to interact with me."

"My ex told me that you bulled her and her friend, so I decided that I was going to hate you" he continues on, his eyes still locked onto mine. "I pegged you as being just as bad as the bullies that hurt me, so I wanted to hurt you as well."

"I was wrong though."

I blink as he takes a step closer to me, his eyes now pointed down towards his feet.

"I'm sorry that I judged you before I found out what you were actually like. I didn't know that she lied to me, her just wanting to get back at you for standing up to her. I didn't know that you knew exactly what I felt like, having experienced being bullied as well."

"I-It's ok" I stutter out nervously, still in shock about what just happened. I watch as Yoongi clears his throat before glancing away from me awkwardly, his hands still in his pockets as he continues walking towards the house.

"Come on. Lets go before they drink all of the alcohol."