My Bully

The War Has Begun

Tuesday morning is the same as every other morning. Yoongi yells at me to get up, and I take extra long just to annoy him. The car doesn't start. Jimin picks us up. I'm late to first period. Just an average morning for me. Oh, and I get picked on by Namjoon. Again.

Namjoon shoves me against the locker. "Now I want you to tell me the truth, okay?"

I nod. "Okay. One, your breath smells like sh-"

"Shut up!"

He slams my head onto the lockers, yanking my hair, too. I let out a small whimper of pain.

"Now tell me," he snaps. "Where is he?"

"I already told you," I snarl. "I don't know. I'm not with him all the tim- AISH!"

He yanks my hair again. "Don't lie to me, brat! Where is the alien!?"

"He's right here," a familiar voice says, not Taehyung's.

Namjoon looks over his shoulder. Taehyung is standing in the front of the large group of students who had gathered around me and Namjoon, his eyes wide with fear. I barely catch a pair of black converse disappearing into the crowd. 

I gasp in relief as Namjoon let's go of my hair. He shoves me over to Jhope, who had just arrived.

"Make sure she doesn't run," he orders.

Taehyung looks at me. "Are you okay, Noona?"

Namjoon laughs. "Noona? You're kidding. She doesn't deserve to be a Noona. She deserves punishment."

The crowd laughs and I feel my face turn red.

I glare at Namjoon. "Yah, go pick on someone else, squid. I'm sick of your games."

"Don't talk to me like that!" His hand flies through the air, backhanding my cheek.

And I snap.

I lurch forward, hands clawing for his face. His eyes go wide and he throws his arms to cover himself. Right as I'm about to reach him, I'm yanked back. I claw at the arms around my waist, struggling to get to Namjoon.

"Let me go!" I shout.

Namjoon lowers his arms and grins. "Thanks, Jungkook."

"No problem, hyung," the soothing voice says from behind me.

Jungkook presses me against his chest, pinning my arms to my sides. I squirm, trying to get out, but Jungkook is stronger than he looks.

"Calm down, sweetheart," he whispers, lips touching my ear.

He gently bites the tip of my ear. I shiver, but stop moving. Jungkook chuckles, nuzzling my neck. I struggle to concentrate on Namjoon and Taehyung, but Jungkook isn't letting me off that easily.

Namjoon steps towards Taehyung. "Hey there little alien. What's Mars like?"

"Just like your soul," Taehyung snaps. "Dark, cold, and empty."

Jungkook takes a step back, pulling me with him. I try to resist, but I feel fingers digging into my sides, so I let myself be dragged off. The last thing I see is Namjoon advancing on Taehyung. A scream fills the hallway. 

I try to run to him. "Taehyung!" I shout, pulling against Jungkook's arms. "Stop! Don't hurt him!"

"Please, Annabelle," Jungkook says. "You're only making it harder."

I continue to try and push away from him. My hand presses against his lower stomach, right above him belt. He groans and his eyes go wide.

"Annabelle, stop," he orders, pulling me closer to him.

I shove him away, his arms still around my waist. 

"Let me go, you son of a-" 

I'm cut off by Taehyung's screams filling the corridor again. Tears fill my eyes.

"He needs me!" I scream. "I have to help him!"

Jungkook still has a strong grip on me and starts dragging me away.

I don't stop sobbing until we are at the other side of the school. Jungkook still doesn't let go of me. I've given up on fighting. It won't help.

"Come on, Annabelle," Jungkook growls, dragging me by my waist. "You know you can help me, right?"

"Nae," I say dully. "But I don't want to."

He sighs. "I guess I'll have to do this the hard way."

I shriek as I'm lifted off the ground and thrown over Jungkook's shoulder. 

"Jeon Jungkook!" I shout. "Put me down, right now!"

He laughs. "I don't want to," he says, mocking me. "Besides, you've got a nice ass."

He pokes my butt and I yelp. He chuckles and pokes me again.

"Jungkook," I groan. "Stop."

He ignores me and softly traces the back of my thigh with his thumb. I bite my lip, trying to hold in  any unwanted noises. Still, a little whimper escapes my mouth.

"Yeah, you like that?" Jungkook asks. "You want more, don't you?"

He suddenly stops walking, breathing hard. It takes me a second to realize that he's shaking. He puts me on the ground, grabbing my wrist before I can run. He turns to the door in front of us and twists the knob.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he opens the door.

Behind the wood is a stone staircase, leading downstairs. Before today, I didn't even know there was a downstairs.

"Ummm, hello?" I say nervously, trying to get Jungkook's attention.

"Yes, baby?" he responds.

"Don't call me that, Jungkook," I mutter. "Also, I don't want to go down there."

"Say my name again, baby."

"Hell no."

"Then let's go." He starts to drag me down the stairs."

"Wait!" I shout. He stops. "I-I don't want to."

"Well that's too bad."

He continues to drag me. I cry out in fear as the door closes behind us.