My Delinquent|tk

20| easier said than done

WARNING: Triggering content ahead. Read with caution

Taehyung—

"I'll be late again tonight, so don't wait up for me, okay, Tae?"

I smiled, sadly, knowing that the younger is a busy person, and that I shouldn't be upset. I nodded, finding it hard to meet Jungkook's gaze. "Yeah. Don't worry about me, Kookie. Work hard!" I cheered for him, as he tied the laces of his Timberlands. The other male frowned, making his way towards me, to cup my face in his hands. "Don't pout, Tae. You understand that I have to go, right?"

Forcing my lips to curl up in a smile, I nodded, vigorously. "I'm not blaming you! Of course that project is important! Now shoo, shoo!" I babbled on, as I pushed Jungkook out of the dorm. "Go on," I chided, gesturing for the younger to leave. He raised an eyebrow at me, but nodded, and waved a goodbye, before turning off and walking away.

I sighed, and closed the door, sliding down to the floor. I had decided not to give into Lisa and her friends. They're not obligated to take my happiness, and I'm not obligated to give it to them.

But that's easier said than done.

Nearly everyday I get bombarded by those girls, and everyday it gets harder to hide all of wounds they inflict on me. I can barely even move a finger without flinching.

But, I can't hit a girl. In a society where if a man hits a woman, the punishment is far graver than when a woman hits a man. So what else can I do, except just take it? I have no other choice, but to grit my teeth and shoulder on.

It's a strain to have Jungkook around, and an even bigger strain when he's not. Call me selfish, but I needed emotional support, and just having the younger near me always brightens my mood. Though it's tiring, having to act like my whole body isn't in every shade of purple, I could always count on Jungkook to make me feel better, even if he doesn't know that I felt bad in the first place. Funny how I strived to be the rock in his life, yet it turns out that he became mine.

A notification rang from my phone, causing me to groan, as I reached for the device, with a shaky arm. I squinted at the text, from one of my group members, telling me to come down and help with a project that we were currently doing. With a long sigh, I sent a reply back, before grabbing a hoodie, that I had hung on the back of my chair, and slipped it on.

Stiffly, I walked out of the dorm room, and locked the door behind me. Deciding that taking the stairs would be a bad idea, in my condition, and made a beeline towards the elevator.

Inside the lift, I let my mind wander, thinking, yet not. I was so out of it, I barely even registered that I had finally reached my floor, until the doors slid open, causing me to jump. Blinking, wearily, I trudged out of the metal compartment, and began my trek to the library.

I really didn't want to go, but seeing that I was the leader, I couldn't exactly say no. That would make me look incompetent, and what Kim Taehyung is not is incompetent.

My legs shook, with the amount of effort I was putting in to just walk. Unshed tears blurred my vision, making the outline of the library turn into an unidentifiable structure. Sighing, in relief, when I got the stairs, I gripped the rails, and forced myself to lift my legs to climb the steps.

Once I got up to the top, I kept one hand on the rails, so I wouldn't collapse, due to exhaustion. My thighs were burning. Everything was aching. My limbs felt like they were on fire. I don't want to keep going like this. I can't. It hurts so much. I can't think properly. I haven't even made a decent plan to end all of this torture, and it doesn't look like Lisa has gotten bored of her sadistic doings. I don't know what to do.

"Taehyung!" A voice called from my left. I lifted my head, wearily, trying to look like I wasn't in pain. I forced a smile, when I saw my groupmates, and nodded at them. "Hey. You said you needed help on the project?" Johnny, a foreign exchange student, from America, nodded. He beckoned for me to follow, with his hand. I frowned, tagging along behind him. "Uh...we could've went in through the front entrance. Why are we going this wa—"

Suddenly, Johnny whipped around, and slammed me against the bricked wall of the library, by my neck; choking me. Desperately, I clawed at his hand, feeling lightheaded from the lack of air. "W-why?" I gasped, feeling tears slip down my face.

We were in a dark alleyway, where the back of the library stood facing the back of a coffee shop. No one would notice me if they were passing by, and I had no more strength to fight back or call out.

Johnny and the rest of the group snickered, as if I said something funny. "Why, you ask?" The taller male threw me to the ground, and planted his foot on my thigh, harshly, making me cry out weakly. "You're seriously disgusting," the brunette spat. "Cocksuckers, like you, should all burn in hell. Two men together is just wrong." I gritted my teeth, holding back a sob, as Johnny applied more pressure to my thigh, while he crouched down, and gave me a wry smile. "I know what Lisa and her friends did to you, so that makes beating you up to a pulp ten times more fun." His smile widened, almost manically. "Since you're already hurt, you can take a little more, right? Let's have fun together, Taehyung."

"No!" I screamed, weakly. "Please! Leave me alone! I never did anything to you!" That only made the sick bastard laugh, harshly. "You're funny. You know, you actually look kind of cute, right now. Hmm, hey BamBam, didn't you say you were pent up? Why don't you use this pretty toy, we got here."

Fear shot through my body, as I squirmed, thrashing as hard as I could. "Please, please, please!" I cried. "Don't touch me!" I screamed, hoarsely, when my hands and feet were pinned to the ground. "Noooo," I sobbed, desperately, as harsh hands undid my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans. I fought back, with as much as I could, managing to pull one foot loose, which didn't hesitate to kick the closest person to it.

"Fuck! Grab his leg!" Johnny ordered, and I was immediately restrained. "Please..." I whispered, no longer able to summon any more energy to save myself. I lost. It was like a dam broke loose, as my tears continued to flow down the sides of my face. I hissed at the cold that stung at my bruised skin, when my pants were forcefully yanked off.

There was a malicious gleam in BamBam's eyes, as he stared at me for a moment. "You're not bad, cutie. Not bad at all. I might just have some fun with you." His words made me choke on a sob. Oh God, please no. His hands slid down from my exposed stomach, and slid down to a stop at the waistband of my boxers. "Noooo!" I wailed, twisting my body, so that those hands lost purchase on the thin fabric, protecting my last shred of dignity.

"Come on, BamBam," Johnny groaned, "this is getting boring. Stop stalling, already." The redhead rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah. Whatever, man. Patience is a virtue, you know."

"What the fuck are you doing to my boyfriend?"

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Oof, cliffhanger :)

Happy holidays~

-Author-nim