Bully|tk

18| i'm so fucking whipped

Taehyung—

"Taehyung, I actually had high hopes for you, since you've been in the clear for two weeks," Mr. Lee sighed, taking off his glasses and massaging the bridge of his nose. Usually, I would shrug it off and not say anything in my self-defense, but for some reason a whole new me sprouted from my lips. I raised my hand, soundlessly, surprising the principal. He furrowed his eyebrows but nodded, "yes, Taehyung?"

I lowered my hand back down to my lap, and opened my mouth to speak. "Sir, if I may, this time, like all the other times, was in defense for someone else." Mr. Lee raised a skeptic eyebrow, "how so? Don't you just bully kids randomly?" I pulled my lips up in a wry smile, "on the contrary, every time I've, in your opinion, 'bullied' someone, was because they were harassing a person weaker than they are. I wonder why still haven't checked your security cameras after all of this time."

Mr. Lee opened his mouth to say something, but I held up a finger. "I'm not done yet. As I was saying, that boy, Yugyeom? He was hurting Jungkook, and I attacked him out of fury for touching my friend." As I spoke I remembered the tears streaming down the younger's face. How his face was contorted in pain and overwhelming exhaustion. How long was this going on? Why didn't he tell me? Hurt plowed my heart to pieces. Why did he keep silent? Was I not important enough? Did he feel like I wasn't trustworthy enough to confide into?

Doubt soured my thoughts and twisted my lips into a frown. "Why didn't you tell me anything, Jungkook?" I murmured aloud, without thinking. Why were you hurting by yourself? I was so oblivious. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to bang my head against the desk in front of me. Why didn't I fucking notice?

"What was that, Mr. Kim?"

My head shot up, and I placed a mask on my face. "Nothing, sir. Absolutely nothing." He tilted his head, and raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. "Alright, how about we go down to the infirmary to see if Jeon Jungkook has woken up yet. I'll hear Yugyeom's side of the story and then hear your testimony from your friend."

We both stood, and walked out the front office and to the infirmary. It was now third period and the halls were empty. Only a few students were out and about the halls to fulfill whatever task that they had on hand. Once we reached the nurse's office, Mr. Lee knocked on the doorframe before entering. The nurse poked her head up from her romance novel, and widened her eyes when she spotted us. She placed her book down and stood up to bow at Mr. Lee.

"What can I do for you, sir?" She asked, placing an easy smile on her lips. "I came to listen to the rest of the story from these two boys," Mr. Lee replied heading towards the beds. I immediately spotted Jungkook propped up against the headboard of the bed. His shirt was off exposing his muscles, but I was more concerned with the amount of bandages wrapped around his arms and his torso. In quick strides I was by his side. I plopped down in the chair next to him, and took his hand in mine.

"Are you okay? Were you hurt badly? Do you remember me? How many fingers am I holding up?" He chuckled, catching my arm, preventing me from raising any fingers for him to count. "I just lost consciousness, hyung. I didn't go into a coma or anything." Sighing in relief, I reached up with my free hand to brush his hair out of his eyes.

I'm so fucking whipped.

Someone cleared their throat, bringing us back from our little bubble. Mr. Lee was standing beside Yugyeom's bed with a slight smile on his face. "While you were checking up on Jungkook I heard this young man's side of the story. He said he was just saying hello to Mr. Jeon over here, and then you came out of nowhere and started beating him up for touching your 'boyfriend.'" I choked on my own saliva at that before laughing. "He's not my boyfriend, sir. He's my friend and nothing more." Yugyeom's face was smug when I said that, making me frown. What was that look for?

Mr. Lee shrugged his shoulders before walking up to Jungkook. "How are you doing, son?" The younger smiled weakly. "I'm fine, sir. Thank you." The principal nodded, before asking, "so what do you have to say?" I stared hard at Jungkook, waiting with bated breath for his answer. "It was true that Taehyung hyung was defending me. As you can see, I have bandages all over me. I've been a victim of bullying by Yugyeom for two days now. Earlier, he was pressing into a bruise, making me lose consciousness. I'd collapsed and right before I blacked out Taehyung came to help me."

A smile pulled at the principal's lips, "I see. Well, then I will handle the situation accordingly if what you are telling me is true." Jungkook nodded his head, without looking at me. I frowned at his sudden distance. What did I do this time?

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Afterwards, Yugyeom was escorted to the principal's office, and the nurse left for her lunch break, leaving the two of us alone. I took this opportunity to ask the pressing questions that itched my brain, irritatingly.

"Why did you never tell me?" I murmured, rubbing the pad of my thumb against Jungkook's hand. He sighed, and averted his eyes. "Because, I didn't want you to get involved. You've already done so much for me and I just...didn't want to always burden you. It wasn't even your problem anyway." His eyes suddenly became glassy. "You weren't supposed to see him hurting me, hyung. I didn't fight back because he promised not to touch you if I became his punching bag. Now...I don't know...if he's still going to attend school, he'll come for you, too. I know you're capable, but I didn't want to pull you into the situation."

My heart hurt at his confession. "I hate you, you know," I mumbled, before wrapping my arms around him. "You pabo!" I muttered into his chest. "I fucking hate you!" Slowly, his arms encircled me, and pulled me closer. He rested his chin on my shoulder and embraced me tighter. "I'm sorry, Taehyung. I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm sor—"

"I said shove it, didn't I?" I scolded, smacking his back. "Stop saying sorry!" His breath fanned my hair, sending shivers down my spine. "But, shouldn't you deserve an apology this time?" He murmured. I shook my head against his neck. "No, because I charged in on my own damn free will. Me helping you and befriending you again is all on my own free will. I don't see you as a charity case. This isn't a pity friendship. I care about you so take my kindness already, will ya?"

I pulled back when I felt him start to shake. Tears were streaming down his face, and his cheeks and nose were starting to turn red. Honestly, he looked very pretty while crying. His eyes were glassy, and his eyebrows were furrowed. His lips were pink and turned down in a slight pout. "Thank you, Taehyung," he whispered. I sighed through my nose, feeling my heart go fuzzy. What was this boy doing to me?

"Come here, you big baby," I said whilst wrapping my arms around his torso, and burying my face into his chest. He shuffled a bit to wipe his tears, before lying down, bringing me with him. "I'm tired," he mumbled. "Lay with me." Surprised, I followed his command, and slid onto the bed and laid beside him. He tossed an arm over my waist, and slid his other hand underneath the pillow. "You can skip classes if you sleep with me," he murmured, lashes fluttering. I smiled, and pulled myself closer to him. This may be the closest thing I can ever get to having him as my own, so I'll take what I can get.

"Thanks for thinking about me, Kookie," I teased. "Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams, hyung."

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AWWUWUWUWU!! FLUFF!! Okay, but this wasn't the fluff I meant. So, the real fluff is coming up soon ;)

-Author-nim