pretty | knj. + jjk.

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Namjoon

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Walking into school, I immediately began walking around, trying to find the small pretty boy that didn't seem to want to leave my head.

The entire night, whenever I closed my eyes, his wide innocent eyes and soft features graced me. And to be completely honest, I didn't really mind. Sure, I didn't like the fact that his expression was sad, but just seeing his face made it a little better.

At the convenience store, he seemed a little uneasy, although more at ease than when I first ran into him.

Getting lost in the swarm of students in the halls, I managed to catch sight of small pretty boys' head of black hair.

He had his head down and his bag hung loosely on his shoulders. The bag was too big for his small and thin frame. He just let himself be pushed and shoved by the large mass of busy bodies.

Keeping my view on his head, I followed him at a distance, not to gain his attention.

He crouched a tiny bit to get out of the crowd, before walking to a locker, presumably his.

I exited the crowd of students and waited until there were less people around. Making sure that he wasn't paying any attention to me, I reached into my bag and took out the box of bandages he dropped yesterday.

I quietly put it on the ground and took out my phone to pretend I was scrolling through it, before I kicked it to his feet.

In the corner of my eye, I could see that he flinched from the sudden appearance of the box. He bent down and picked it up, looking at it confused.

I was now standing up straight and prepared to act like I was just walking past with my phone.

When he looked around, I took off at a moderately paced walk, biting back a smile. I didn't miss the total innocent and confused look on his face as he looked around.

Hiding behind a wall, I slapped my cheeks and grinned wide.

Why am I like this

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Deciding to skip English, I exited the school from one of the side doors. I stiffened at the sound of fabric against concrete.

Looking around, I laid my eyes on pretty boy, sitting prompt up against the school wall. His large eyes were closed.

He was covered in bruises and cuts, his dark hair extremely disheveled. He was bleeding heavily. In front of where he sat, there was writing in blood: here lays the gay slut

I clenched my fists, fuming. I let out a deep breath before crouching down beside him. I scooped his small frame into my arms, frowning at his lack of weight. His face contorted in pain as I stood up straight.

Who would do this to him