My Boyfriend The Bully || KTH ff {COMPLETED}

{ Forty Four }

~Hazel's POV~

Today is Wednesday and I didn't go to school. Why? Because I slept through most of the day and I'm guessing everyone just wanted to leave me be.

I think it was the same for my dad too because he was still home by the time I woke up.

He was sitting on the couch, holding the box of tissues I gave him.

He'd sniffle every so often, then he'd blow his nose.

I was sitting by him and had my head rested on his shoulder, while looking over the lyrics to each song.

He didn't ask me what it was and I wasn't going to bother telling him until he felt ready to know.

I also had one ear bud in my ear so I could hear the pronunciation of the words as I muttered the words under my breath.

Even if I mispronounced some words, no one would know except for BTS, and what a sight that would be.

My dad got up after a while and I just fell onto my side.

I was still reading the lyrics and listening to the songs.

Then after a while I got tired and sat up to call out to my dad whom I guessed was in his room.

"Dad? You okay?"

I heard him clear his throat, a sign meaning that he was.

I got off the couch and went into my room, setting my phone and the lyrics down on my bed then going in search of my backpack.

I had found it in the living room. So, now back in my room on the floor, I held a black sharpie in one hand and my faded purple backpack in the other.

After contemplating what to write or doodle, the pen made contact with the fabric. The ink seeping into it like paint on water.

I wasn't really expecting anything super cool to come out of it, but that's what happened.

I had drew a little sun with a c in the middle. Then I drew a little jar with what looked like jam inside, a j written on it.

I smiled to myself as I set my backpack down.

Then I held up my arm and began to doodle onto it.

I drew some swirls on my hand and arm.

Then I vouched to draw on my foot, drawing some more swirls.

Satisfied with my art, I capped the pen and looked over the lyrics again.

I was fairly decent at saying them, but I wanted to take a break.

I was tired from the major workout that I had yesterday, but it didn't mean that I couldn't dance to something a little more soothing.

Slipping on some flip-flops, and grabbing my phone, I headed out the door to the dance studio.

It was nice outside. The sun was shining, only a few clouds in the sky.

I smiled.

Upon seeing the dance studio, I walked inside and past all the offices, heading towards the dance studio that I liked to call my own.

It was a small room towards the back of the studio, and I used it frequently.

I've just been using BTS' room because one, Jungkook offered and two, it was big enough to fit all of us and three, my room was personal to me and it had that kind of spirit about it that you didn't want anyone else to feel.

I unlocked the door with the key and walked in, closing the door behind me and leaning against it, closing my eyes to take in a deep breath of the room.