bts one shots ✓ [closed]

#87 | jhs

Putting a few things inside your locker, you groaned, thinking that it was getting late. Your teacher took you to detention, because you got into a petty fight with your classmate, Chaena. And tbh, she was hurt pretty bad. But it's still her fault for starting it.

Almost the whole school already knew that you were black belter, it's her fault for trying you.

The school was pretty much empty, except for a dribbling ball, heard in the middle of the gym.

You turned to see that it was Yoongi playing with Jimin. He saw you and waved at you, as you waved back at him, going through the gate.

You walked to your dorm, hands clutched into your backpack.

You passed by dim alley, hearing a faint sound not too far away.

"Jebal.. hajima!", the guy with a slightly high pitched voice pleaded, as three guys never stopped. He was actually screaming a little. Bruh?

"Yah yah yah!", you yelled and sprinted towards them. They turned to you and gave you a look, but they immediately recognized you.
(ᵒᶜ ᵈᵃʷᵍˢ ᵉˣᵇ?)

"Oh my gosh, it's her!", one of them pointed at you, slightly panicking.

"Hyung, it's that black-belter girl!", another one said, you could see him sweating through the little light from the lamp post a few steps away.

"Are you scared of that? She's just a girl, guys," the tallest one rolled his eyes.

"You fight that Kim Shaira, we're not gonna fight against her, hyung!", the other two stepped back.

"Try me," you scoffed, while stretching and cracking your head left and right.

You smirked as you gestured for him to come closer, giving him the first attack, twisting his wrist.

He groaned in pain but didn't stop fighting you.

You gave him a kick in the face, making him a little dizzy, but still, you got a punch landing near your lips, causing your teeth to forcefully sink in your lips, slightly sliding. And it bled.

But that's too small, for you to give up. This guy is so easy, you thought.

"Aaaaish you!!!", you beat him up until he couldn't even stand.

His two friends helped him, you wondered if they were really his friends. They didn't even bother helping. Oh well, just like other people.

The reason why you barely have girl bestfriends is because they get jealous about the amount of boys swarming around you. Of course, who wouldn't want a protective girlfriend, completely opposite to the ideal couple, which required an ideal boyfriend.

As soon as they were far away, you got down and checked on the boy.

Turns out, he was one of your classmates. And, your roommate.

You barely talk, since you don't even come out of your bedroom. You grew introverted, making it hard for you to trust anybody. But it was why you wanted to learn Taekwondo two years ago.

"Hoseok-ah? Are you okay?", you kneeled down and held his cheeks, turning it side to side, checking if he had serious injuries.

As if it was a movie, supergirl just saved him.

He nodded with a weak smile.

He's a famous guy in your campus, no wonder why he got beaten up. Despite his good looks, he really didn't know how to defend himself? Gosh. Such a turn off. (wHaTTt???)

You held out your arm for him to take.

He stared at it for a while until he accepted it. You forcefully pulled him up, causing you to back off a little because of the impact. But distance, it wasn't visible among the two of you.

You took your hand away and started to walk away.

"A little help, roommate?", he called out with a sheepish & awkward smile.

You went back to him and slung his arm over you.

You walked like that to your dorm, awkwardly silent.

You plopped him down on the couch and walked towards your room where you kept an ice pack.

You came back with a few bandages and cleaning alcohol as well. (not the drinkable one HAHA)

"Let me see," you slightly tapped on his shoulder as you sat next to him.

He tilted his head to the left, revealing his swollen neck.

"Omona. You should report those bastards," you said while focusing on putting the ice pack on his neck, not minding the lack of distance between you two.

You felt his eyes wander around your face, then steadily at your eyes. You felt a little uncomfortable, but kept focusing on his swollen neck.

"Hand," you opened your hands, asking for his. He just stared at you confused.

"I said hand," you said and he finally gave his hand and put it on yours.

You wrapped his wrist with bandage. He couldn't bend it anymore, and you noticed that.

For him, a caring girl was such a turn on, despite your image as a black-belter fighter girl.

Before you could stand up, he grabbed your wrist and looked up at you.

"Thanks, Shaira," he smiled at you. You could almost melt in his smile and those cheeks are so pinchable.

"You're my roommate, no problem," you gave him a half-hearted smile.

"And.. your lip is bleeding." He stood up, and the next thing you knew, his lips were pressed onto yours.

Playboy. Does he want to get beaten up again?

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