I meandered into first period, people looking at me with wary expressions as they muttered into each other's ears. Taehyung had calmed down enough to his normal self and I clutched his arm. I mustered enough courage to glare at them and sat down in my normal seat, ignoring the pain of the movement.
What wasn't normal was that Taehyung sat behind me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused as Taehyung brushed his hair from his eyes and pulled a binder and pen from his backpack.
"Sitting," he replied nonchalantly, grinning a heart melting smile. I was content with the way Taehyung stood up for me and had no shame in our relationship but he didn't have to change every routine in his life for me.
"Aren't you going to sit in the back with your friends?" I interrogated him, "You don't have to sit here with me because you feel bad."
Taehyung stopped rummaging and smiled genuinely, "Why would I sit with Namjoon and a bunch of jerks when I could sit with you?"
My heart skipped a few beats and I almost blushed but composed myself before replying, "Well, I guess you're right."
Taehyung laughed, eyes crinkling, "I'm always right," he winked.
A few moments later, Yoongi and Jimin stumbled into the room together, love bites and hickeys scarcely hidden by the matching scarves they wore. I hid a giggle behind my hand as they adjusted the scarves as they headed over to Taehyung and me.
"Hey," Yoongi mumbled as he sat beside me. His eyes grew wide as he saw Jimin sit behind him, beside Taehyung.
"What are you doing?" he hissed at Jimin, turning away from me. I smirked, the conversation familiar.
As soon as they finished talking, Yoongi turned back to me, cheeks aflame. Taehyung picked up a conversation with Jimin as I turned to my best friend.
"Um," I started, folding my hands on the desk professionally, "so...what the fuck?"
Yoongi glared at me, "Shut up,"
I scoffed, "Spill, bitch!"
Yoongi bit his lip and lowered his head, "Okay, so you know yesterday when you were getting beat up and shit?"
I nodded, wincing at the memory.
"Well, Jimin got shoved trying to stop Namjoon and well, I just rounded the corner and I somehow caught him," Yoongi continued, face continuously getting redder, "And then he kinda just asked for my number after the whole thing and..."
I grinned eagerly, "Go on, hoe!"
"We kinda hooked up," Yoongi muttered.
My jaw dropped, "What?"
"We kinda hooked up," Yoongi repeated, voice quieter.
"I'm sorry, what?" I continued prodding, the playfulness only half evident in my voice.
"We fucked, okay!" Yoongi snapped.
I grinned and laughed loudly before pausing, "Wait, who topped?"
"Me, obviously," he replied, looking hurt that I even had to ask.
I pouted, "So, while I was getting beat up, you were getting a love story and some ass. What a good friend,"
Yoongi's face fell, "I'm sorry for that part about it,"
Jimin piped in, "Also, I'm not just some ass. I'm the best ass he will ever get,"
"Hope you're the only ass I'll ever get," Yoongi winked at a flushed Jimin as the teacher entered the room.
Brngggg!
Ms. Lee strode into the room with an air of purpose.
She stopped at the front, spreading her weight on her hand, which rested on the lecture counter.
Ms. Lee opened her other hand, smirking, "Who brought their field trip forms?"
Over half of the class groaned as they realized what they couldn't remember that morning.
I pulled out a stiff form out of a folder and handed it to Ms. Lee, who had an impressed look on her face.
Taehyung pouted at me as I returned to my desk.
"How did you remember?" he whined, scrunching his face up.
"Phone calendars are more useful than you would think," I replied, grinning.
Ms. Lee smirked, "As it turns out, only Mr. Jeon should be allowed to go to the field trip."
The class groaned even louder.
"But," our professor interrupted, "I'm a nice teacher so I will give you one more day. If they are not in by tomorrow, you can spend next Monday and Tuesday filling out crosswords in the library,"
The class cheered.
Yoongi nudged me, "Why didn't you remind me before?"
"Oh yeah, I don't know," I sarcastically replied, tapping my chin in feigned pity, "Probably because I was too busy getting beat up."
Yoongi stuck out his tongue.
"Speaking of getting beat up," Jimin interjected, "where's Namjoon and his goons?"
Taehyung shrugged, "Not sure."
"Hey, you guys were part of those goons too," I reminded them, nose wrinkling, "but I wonder where they are."
Taehyung set his jaw, "I don't have a good feeling about this,"
I laughed lightly and trailed my fingers along his jawline, "It's okay. You tend to overthink things."
His expression turned playful as he reached over and tickled under my chin, "Do I?"
For the rest of the class, we read passages from the textbook.
The bell rang and our little squad dispersed to the two couples.
I walked beside Taehyung peacefully all the way to Math.
Before I had cursed our similar schedules but now it was perfect for our bloomig relationship.
"Can we go to my locker really quick? I forgot my calculator," I said.
"Of course," Taehyung agreed, a sweet smile on his face.
When we were a good 30 feet away from it, I noticed.
I broke free of Taehyung's grasp and rushed over to my locker and gasped.
It was covered in dildos and the words "fag", "twink", and "gays" spray painted and pictures of Taehyung and I.
I furrowed my eyebrows in anger and clenched my teeth, placing my backpack on the ground as I inspected the vandalism.
"Guess we found out what they were doing in first period," I said bitterly.
Taehyung soon caught up to me and assessed the situation quickly, anger buzzing off his body.
He ripped the pictures and dildos off my locker and scratched at the words cruelly written on my locker. I backed away, slightly shaken.
"Enjoying my work?" a poisonous voice questioned.
Taehyung turned slowly, a venomous expression evident.
He lunged forward at Namjoon with no warning, punching his face so hard I heard a crack.
"Stop!" I screamed, "Taehyung, stop it!"
Namjoon immediately reacted, landing a few good blows to Taehyung's stomach.
Taehyung smashed his fist into Namjoon's nose, blood gushing. I rushed forward and attempted to seperate them.
"Taehyung, please stop it!" I yelled, trying to pry his hands off Namjoon.
He shoved me away forcefully and I slammed into the lockers, breath leaving my body. I choked as pain bloomed from my bruises from yesterday. Tears balanced on my eyelashes as I whimpered.
I saw Taehyung stop punching Namjoon and rush towards me, face worried.
"Baby-".
