i don't care (BTS min yoongi fanfiction)

Part 3

Kari's POV

I was speechless, no one has ever talked to me like that since everyone feels sorry for me.

It excited me though, maybe this is what can bring everyone to act towards me the same as they used to do. After the accident, everyone pitied me and no one was mean to me again. I was thankful but i hate being pitied, i don't want pity and i don't need it.

Soon enough the class ended, Yoongi was kept behind for talking back to Mr McAnena multiple times. He really had no shame when it came to being the center of attention. I guess you could say he thrived off of it, he wanted all the attention. He needed the attention.

As the day went on, i kept thinking about how he talked to me. I was distracted to say the least. His voice was soothing but it was laced with power and anger? yoongi radiated anger and confusion. Confusion to who knows what and anger to the world.

"Finally lunch time, i swear today is dragging on" lizzy says. "i swear every teacher here hates me and it's only the first day back".

"No one hates you liz" says Isiah, my other friend. Isiah has been my friend since primary 4. He is really outgoing yet very shy and takes my side in every argument i'm in , wether i'm right or wrong.

"ayy wubs uh kah" he says while stuffing his mouth

"what was that? say it again and maybe swallow your food first" i say pretending to gag.

"why are you always so mean to me and my eating ways, loser"

"...isi you shouldn't of said that, you better run" liz chuckles while isiah runs out of the canteen with his plate of food, nearly tripping over.

"i'm gonna head too, i have homework to finish and it seems like you have an upcoming stranger" flicking her hair, lizzy struts off with all eyes on her.

a few hours later

Maybe walking by myself after school wasn't the best idea, it gets lonely and when i'm lonely my thoughts consume me and pull me into my dark thoughts.

Taking my headphones out of my bag, i hear a noise behind me. Being the nosiest person i am, i turn around to see who was there. Nothing was there, infact it was probably me imagining the noise.

A few minutes later i arrive home and go straight to my bed, just when i start to drift off my phone rings.
My phone never goes off, no one phones or texts me because they don't have my number, not even isi and liz.

Yanking my phone out of my bag, the call gets cancelled as i do so. The caller id is unknown.

"i shouldn't callback right? what if it's a murderer or a gang" i say to myself in worry as the phone starts ringing again.

A/n, i hope you are enjoying my story:) thank you for reading this far even if it's just a few parts xx