Chivalry Is Not Dead // Jaebeom X Reader

Cat House

Part 1

You moved to live with your aunty, as you no longer want to live with your parents.

Your father had done some terrible things to you and your mother didn't believe you when you tried to confide in her. She thought you were being a bratty attention seeking teenager. You no longer felt safe living with them so you ran away from Manchester to now live in Edinburgh, Scotland with your aunt who's a florist.

You were still dealing with the after trauma and your lovely aunt helped you by sending you to therapy but it wasn't helping.

She soon decided maybe getting you into a new school, being around people the same age as yourself, you could begin to socialise and it might help.

Little did she know it didn't help at all.

When you attended your new school, the girl that shared the desk with you in class, gave you weird looks and would whisper and giggle to the guys and girls sitting near you.

One time when the teacher told you to come up to the interactive board and work out a sum she had written out, your "desk buddy" put out her foot and you tripped and fell, banging your elbow hard on the legs of the table, as you went down.

You wanted to cry out and just lay there in pain as you heard the rest of the class erupt in laughter and the teacher shout "SETTLE DOWN!"

But you got yourself up and went up to the board and did the sum even while someone shouted
"clutsy dummy!" at you.

One sunny Saturday morning, you decided to go out for a strole around the neighbourhood.

You suddenly bump into someone and you see them on the floor.

"Damn!"

"S-Sorry-" you mutter.

The guy gets up grumbling something under his breath.

Your heart beats faster and you flinch a step back but then blush realising he's just patting his hands on his joggers to get the gravel off.

He looks at you as if you were some weird kid.

"Haven't I seen-"

You know who he is but you quickly nod your head no and hurry off in the oppsoite direction of where he was going. Your head kept down as usual and hands in pocket, breathing heavily.

It's JB. He's not very popular, but he isn't a nobody either. You always hear the girls in your class swoon over him and talk about how wide and manly his shoulders are.

The following Monday at school, you were heading to your locker to exchange your books for next lesson, as usual your head hung low not wanting to attract any attention from anyone or give anyone an excuse to talk to you.

"ouch!"

You go shakey and lift your head up about to apologise to the person who you just bumped into, but then realise who it is, you feel a big lump in your throat.

"You really aught to look where you're going."

You stare wide eyed. Is he going to bully me now, now that he knows we go to the same school because I bumped into him twice.

It's JB.

You open your mouth to say sorry again, but the words don't leave. Tears prick your eyes.

"Yo Bro you coming? We got rugby practice" his friends came running over and swinged an arm around JBs shoulder. The two began to play fight and it made you shakey as they bumped each other into the lockers making a rattling sound.