Hurting [Y/NxBTS]

Chapter Eighteen: Framed a Liar

As usual, I walked to school alone. The first lesson was calculus, recently I've been revising a lot so the test they gave out I got an A in. I wanted to be happy, but my expression stayed bland. My grades in every subject were finally going up I thought it would bring me joy, but it didn't.

As I was on my way to my second lesson, I saw Taehyung. We briefly exchanged eye-contact, but I quickly turned away before I got too caught up.

Lunch arrived, an, as regularly, I would head to the library and hide in a little corner, completely closed off from everyone.

Unfortunately for me, I fell asleep this time.

I blame myself. Last night, I couldn't sleep so I stayed up all night staring at the wall, with a blank face.

A teacher found me and woke me up, she claimed to the principal I was ditching class. She didn't say anything about me sleep on the floor. Instead, she purposely made it as if I was missing class for my own satisfaction.

Thanks to her, I got detention, even though I tried to speak the truth, she framed me a liar.

I hate her for that.

The long hours of school quickly ended, everyone around me was going home happy. But for me, I was going to detention.

Usually, I would sit at the back of a detention class, but this time I chose to sit a the front for a change.

Since I was the only one in detention, I assumed the rest would all arrive later like last time. As time went by, no one else showed up. I was on my own, as always.

The constant tick of the clock made me crazy, I wanted to trash the entire room, but I didn't. It would only make things worst for me. I let out a faint chuckle. How could anything possibly get worst for me?

It's so quiet, so cold. I want to go home, but I don't feel like I have one. Crying doesn't help either it only makes everything worst. The voices in my head are driving me mad. I've lost it. I'm insane. I want to-I want to die, but I'm afraid no one will care. I'm scared to watch, to look back at myself and see a broken spirit. I want to die, but I'm afraid of dying. Fuck! I'm at the edge so why can't I fall off?

Why can't I just disappear?

Unknowingly, I begin holding my breath, forcefully suffocating my self. Nearly there. The view before began to blur, gradually. My head felt light and heavy at the same time. I was so close to the end, but I was distracted at the last moment; by a student. A boy.

He looked over at me, "What are you doing here?"

"Detention?" I say quietly.

"No ones here, you can leave."

"I rather not."

"Why?"

"What are you doing here?" I say disregarding his question.

"I was about to do detention, but the teacher's not here."

"You're thirty minutes late."

"So?"

"What are you really, doing here?"

He breathed, "Do not tell a soul or else."

"Why not?

"Do you want to know or not?"

I sighed, "Fine, I won't tell a soul."

"I need a tape from last night."

"Why?"

He smirked at me, "Blackmail."

"Who exactly?" I say, intrigued.

"Two people, specifically."

"I'll help you find the tapes if you show me who they are."

"I'll do better; we can both watch them together."

He began to walk closer to me, I tried not to hesitate, leaning over the desk, he smirked. His hand brushed my face, softly.

Fixed, I stared imprisoned in his gaze, my heart racing faster with each second that went by. His hand, pale and cold it was as if no blood pulsed through his veins; he was death bounded. Inhuman, his only desire to walk this Earth was to torture those around him.

"Yoongi-"

The darkness. Those eyes, locking souls who fall under his hex spell, draining them of their mortality. Fading their mind into a twilight zone, they fall.

"-Want to play a game?"

He was playing me this isn't a game if he the one making the rules. He only likes to be in charge, so he can decide who lives and who dies.

It's evil, but I have no choice. He would play, cat a mouse with me, all this time he made me think I won, but I didn't. He did. Lurking, he looks for another host to latch himself on. A parasite, feeding of their happiness and joy, until they beg for death.

"-Yes."