My Delinquent|tk

18| take this as a warning

Taehyung—

I clenched Jungkook's hand, tightly, as we strolled into class. It wasn't like I was ashamed that I was dating a man, or the fact that a nobody like me is going out with a somebody like Jungkook. It was more like I was bothered with all the stares that I was receiving. It was as if everyone thought I wasn't worth the ground I was stepping on. It was unnerving to suddenly have all eyes on me just because I'm holding hands with the school's desired bad boy.

The younger pulled me down in a seat, near the back, so that we could escape class faster once we were dismissed. Despite the slight discomfort I was experiencing, I felt an immense amount of giddiness. This was the first time that Jungkook actually sat next to me in class, and the thought that we'd finally gotten this far with each other made me extremely happy. With the mental positive motivation, I tried to ignore the whispering from our classmates, as the redhead beside me, used my shoulder as a pillow; waiting for the professor to walk into class.

"I see you're comfortable," I murmured, teasingly, leaning close to him. Jungkook nodded, slightly, hair brushing against my chin. "Very," he replied. "You're so soft and squishy, and you smell like lavender. I feel like I can just fall asleep right here." I felt a blush making its way up my neck, and lightly smacked the latter's arm. "Shut up. Flirting doesn't suit you," I grumbled, placing a hand over my face in a feeble attempt to hide my obvious blush. The younger only chuckled, as a response, before reaching out, and lacing his fingers between mine, laying our intertwined hands on my left thigh.

I squeezed Jungkook's hand, slightly, before diverting my attention to a group of girls who were giving me the death glare. I stared back, hoping that nothing in my gaze gave away any of the nervousness that was brewing in the pit of my stomach. I shouldn't let their judgmental looks make me falter. I earned this spot next to Jungkook. After everything, I should be the one giving them a death glare just for even looking at him. He is mine now, after all. What right should they have over him?

With a surge of confidence, I narrowed my eyes at the girls, trying to reflect as much hate, that they were sending me, back to them. If not even more. The girls seemed to be taken aback by my actions, but it only lasted for a moment, before one of the girls, I remembered her name was Lisa Manoban (a/n: I'm sorry, I love Lisa, I swear!), made a slicing motion across her slim neck. "You're dead," she mouthed to me, before sending a close-lipped smile that was supposed to play off as "innocent."

Right after Lisa swept her long hair over her shoulder, and faced her friends, the professor strode into the classroom; effectively ending all conversations. He heavily placed his cup of coffee down on the podium, and gave us the usual dead expression, as he quickly prepared for the lesson.

I lightly shook my shoulder, signaling Jungkook to wake up. The younger lifted his head, blinking wearily, only to resettle his cheek back onto my shoulder, only with his eyes remaining open, this time. I snorted, and swept a hand through his soft fringe, sweeping the hair out of his eyes. "Did you not sleep well last night?" Jungkook shook his head, "no, I did. It's just that I hate waking up early, and I hate the professor. So..." Rolling my eyes, I patted the top of his head, lightly, before turning my attention to the front of the class. "Why don't you sleep then? I'll make sure to take good notes for you."

"Thanks, Tae."

"Alright, you little assholes, let's begin."

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I was cornered by Lisa and her friends, as I made my way down to the cafeteria for lunch. They backed me up into a dead end, making sure that I wouldn't be able to escape from their grasps. Lisa swept her hair over her shoulder, as she walked forward, so that she was nose-to-nose with me. "What are you and Jungkook? Are you two together?" Pursing my lips, I nodded, straightening my back. "Yeah, we are. Got a problem with that?" The orange-haired girl snorted, and shook her head, shiny bangs glossy under the light. "Of course I have a problem with that. Jeon Jungkook is mine, who are you to be dating him?"

That made me sneer, "you don't even know him. The question is who are you to be saying that he is yours?" Lisa's right eye twitched, before she took a fistful of my shirt, in her hands. "You're so disgusting. Jungkook probably just pities you, because you're just some ugly loser. Fucking faggot!" I gritted my teeth, wrenched my shirt out of her grip. "Careful with that, bitch. It's Gucci." Lisa only rolled her eyes, before looking over her shoulder, to nod at her friends. "I think we should teach this cocksucker a lesson."

Before I could react, Lisa's boot made contact with my stomach, causing me to double over, gasping. I didn't have time to even think, before my hair was grabbed, and I was tossed against a wall. As I slid down to the floor, my ears were filled with the sound of laughing and giggling. "No wonder he's gay. No actual man would let girls beat him up so easily. Look at that poor fag!" Hands grabbed my arms, lifting me up, just to toss me against another wall, again.

Acrylic-nailed fingers grasped my chin, forcing me to look up. My gaze landed on Lisa, as she smiled sweetly at me, before standing back up on her feet, and shoving her boot into my face. I was lifted up by the collar of my shirt, and held up against the wall, so she could punch my face and stomach repeatedly. "Fucking faggot," the long legged girl spat, as she pulled away from me. "Take this as a warning. If I continue seeing you with Jungkook, you'll be getting a beating way worse than this. Got it?"

I didn't even have the strength to give a reply, as Lisa and her friends walked away from me, laughing and jeering. Sluggishly, I forced myself to wobble back onto my feet, biting my lips to keep myself from crying. I can't cry. I can't let them win. I won't falter after everything I did to be by Jungkook's side. They know nothing about him. They don't own him. I have every right to stay beside him. I have...every...right...

Shakily, I managed to get back to my dorm, and slam the door shut behind me. I trudged to the bathroom, and locked the door behind me, just in case Jungkook decided to come back and get something. I didn't need him worrying over me. I can handle this all on my own. I'm an adult, I can take care of this whole issue like an adult.

I rummaged around the drawers, looking for a first aid kit, and for some foundation and concealer. Once I had everything, my eyes traveled up to the mirror, taking in all of the damage. My face was bruised and scratched, and I had a black eye, but there was nothing else that stuck out too much. I lifted up my shirt, with sore arms, and tossed it onto the floor, to assess the countless black bruises that littered across my tan skin. I bit my lip, trying to hold in the tears that rimmed my eyes, as I stuck healing pads over the purpled splotches, using my body as a canvas. Once I was done, I pulled on a new shirt, with much difficulty.

Quickly, I began to tend to my face, making sure to rub a cream on the bruises and scratches before I applied foundation and concealer. When I was done, I grabbed a setting spray, and misted my face so the makeup won't run off and expose what it was hiding. Sighing, I stared at myself in the mirror, checking to make sure that I looked completely fine. Nodding, when there didn't seem to be any spots that I'd missed, I put the first aid kit away, and returned my makeup to where it was before.

Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the bathroom door, and walked out, deciding not to go down to the cafeteria after all. I suddenly had no appetite.

Might as well just start on my assignment for class.

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Angsty :)

Sorry, I haven't been able to post chapters recently. I've actually started losing motivation to write. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M GOING TO QUIT! BECAUSE I'M NOT! It's just that my mental conversation always goes: "I should update a book now....naaaahhhhhhh." And this chapter SUCKED. Like, the time skips were terrible, and the ending is kinda more or less really shitty. It's not the kind of cliffhanger that makes you want for more, it's the kind that makes you want to remove this story off your library. But, please don't, I actually appreciate y'all :<

So...yeah, that's it. SIMON SAYS GO STAN NCT, BY THE WAY. SIMON SAYS WE'RE A REAL VIBE KILLER!

-Author-nim