boyf riends & tree bros one-shots

love yourself / treebros

hey guys it's been a while and im like very excited for this song because it's inspired by bts uwu

hope you enjoy!!!

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"i have to be strong...right? i can't be a baby anymore when it comes to my problems...right? i can't depend on anyone...no one cares either so why bother"

this thought has always kept my ego very very low for years. this constant thought keeps popping up in my mind and i don't have an explanation for it ... at least that's what i want myself to believe.

"oi evan, got our lunch money?" three of my many school bullies came over to my already lonely table and i suddenly felt chills go down my spine. i forgot to get the money from the counter before leaving my house.

i checked my pockets and felt no change nor cash. i stood up and bit my lip, knowing what was to come from this. one of the guys looked at me and smirked.

"huh? already know the drill...let's change things up with your punishment" two of the guys grab my arms and pull me away from my table.

no one turned to look my way. no one stood up for me. no one even...cared

i lowered my head and started to tear up as i realised how lonely i was and how much i hated myself.

no one is to blame from this apart from myself. i was the one who never talked. i was the one to never do anything. i only was useful for answers in a test.

"the most private place in school...and imma kick your ass here" the guy said and i didn't react

if i died from the head trauma...it wouldn't matter

he chuckled before prepping himself up by lifting his sleeves. he took a deep breathe before swinging directly at my stomach.

the pain was so unbearable that i let out a cry. the guy laughed and continued to punch me in that same spot over and over.

tears began to fall to the floor as i felt my stomach feel more and more pain with each punch. it was too much for my small figure to handle

the guy soon started to punch my arms and my legs. i couldn't even imagine the amounts of bruises i would have from this abuse. i have to hide this from my mother.

"so this is what a typical high schooler scene in the movies looks like" a voice said and all of us looked over to see who it was

the guy was tall and slim. he was wearing black jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket. he also had a motorcycle helmet on so we couldn't see his face but we could hear him.

"what are you doing here?" my bully asked but the guy did not answer. he simply walked over to me and pulled me close to his chest before walking back to where he was but this time i was there too

"hey we aren't done with that faggot" my bully said to the guy but he didn't care. he looked at me before walking away. i followed after him and grabbed his jacket so i wouldn't get lost

as we kept walking, i couldn't help but stare at him. no one has ever stepped up for me before. it was so new to me. i noticed that this guy had long hair and it was brown. i wanted to ask him who he was but as i was going to he stopped walking.

"okay i saved you...leave me alone" he pushed my hand away and continued to walk. i just stared at him as he walked away. i couldn't help but smile and look at my right hand. the one that held his jacket

'who are you stranger....i wonder' i thought as i went to to my final class. there wasn't any bullies who were hurting me.

though, when i got home i noticed the bruises on my body and took a quick warm shower before covering them with foundation i purchased