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21| that freaking idiot, son of a bastard, jeon jungkook

Taehyung—

That freaking idiot, son of a bastard, Jeon Jungkook forgot his fucking textbook back at home, and had to go back and get it, therefore leaving me on my own for a whole ten minutes! What kind of boyfriend does that? He's so stupid! So irresponsible! And most importantly, he left me all alone, to go sit in the office until he comes back. It's so boring in there!

"Hey, cripple-eyes, where's your faggot boyfriend?" An obnoxious voice taunted from behind me. I snorted at the second grade insult, and turned my head, opening my eyes, wide. "Hmm? Cripple-eyes? That's rich coming from somebody who's too blind to even tie their own shoes." I smirked when a string of profanity followed with my words, confirming the annoying uneven clomping noise that had been following behind me for the past two minutes.

Damn, I can't even enter the school without having someone bother my peace. Sighing, exasperatedly, I placed a haughty hand on my hip, and hitched the strap of my Burberry bag higher on my shoulder. "Look, we're right in front of the office, so if I look so much as disturbed with your presence, the administrators will come running right out with your parents' numbers on speed dial." I lifted my lips, mockingly, "not to mention, I'll have all of your asses sued."

The annoying voice, from earlier, scoffed. "Like hell we'd buy that crap from you. Just because you're spoiled rotten, and you're dating Jeon Jungkook doesn't mean we're scared. How am I supposed to take you seriously when you're talking to me with your eyes closed?" I shrugged my shoulders, "I'd rather close my eyes. What's the point of opening them, just to appease to people like you? It's a waste to even blink in your presence."

The side of my lips twitched upwards when I heard footsteps approaching me. A fist grabbed at the collar of my hoodie, and yanked me closer, so that I could feel hot breath fanning over my face. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I placed my hand flat on the oppressor's chest, and pushed harshly. Fortunately, they didn't expect me to do anything to defend myself, and the hold on my hoodie fell away. There was a heavy thump in front of me, which I figured was my bully being so surprised with my push that they fell on their ass.

Snickering, I dusted the front of my clothes, pulling my lips into a line. "What are you going to do, now? Your filthy hands just dirtied my nine hundred thousand won hoodie. You know you have to repent." (a/n: I really don't know if I put the right number, sooooo. Just go with it)

"Tch. As if that garbage actually costs that much," the boy scorned, as he got back up on his feet. I let out a loose laugh. "Did you just call my parents' design garbage? Why don't you search up the Kim's Fashion and Cosmetics and you'll find out just how expensive this piece of 'garbage' was." (a/n: Don't actually search it up, the name's made up)

I clicked my tongue, and gripped the strap of my bag. "Don't come near me, or you'll regret it," I seethed through clenched teeth. It's one thing if they disrespect me, but disrespecting my parents is a huge no-no. My parents are the best that this world can offer, and I will not let their name be mocked and tainted by filth. "I'm letting you off easy, this time," I warned the group of boys, before taking long strides into the front office. I greeted the lady behind the desk, and sat down in a chair, with a huff.

Those guys think they're so cool, just because they have sight and I don't. They think that since I won't be able to see their faces, everything is all in their favor. What they don't know is that I've recently been keeping a tape recorder on me at all times, and giving it to the authorities won't be taking away any of my sleep.

Exhaling deeply, I sunk into my seat, crossing my arms across my chest, like a child. Of course this kind of thing happens the moment I'm alone. I blame that idiot, Jungkook, for all of this. The sudden thought struck me like I was electrocuted. What was that? When did I start relying on Jungkook, like that? I can handle my own problems! There's no way Kim Taehyung magically became dependent and ditzy, relying on his boyfriend to protect him from the bad guys! I can protect myself!