Stigma {Kim Taehyung FF}✔

7

Taehyung blinked at you. "Did you just ask me to hold you?" You nodded and made a grabby motion. "Please? 'M hurt." You pouted.

He began to shake his head,"No. Not happening." Your lip quivered. "Please?" He shook his head again, "I said n-".

"C'mere Y/N, I'll carry you to the nurse." Jin said, shoving Taehyung out of the way. You nodded and turned towards him, allowing him to pick you up.

You wrapped your legs around him for support, and his your face in his shoulder, trying to lessen the pain of the pounding in your head. (almost wrote ass. That would've been...something.)

You heard Jin mumble something to Taehyung, but the pain you felt was too over bearing, making you unable to hear it clearly. You whimpered quietly, and squeezed your eyes shut. Your head really hurt.

You felt Jin pet your hair softly, "It's okay, I'm going." You sniffled as he began walking, careful of shaking you too much. His hands were interlocked under your behind, holding you up, as you wrapped your legs around him, lessening the haul.

Once you arrived at the nurses office, he gently laid you down on the infirmary style bed. "I'll be back, okay? I'm going to go find the nurse. Don't fall asleep or anything, okay? You might have a concussion."

You bit your lip in fear, and whimpered out an okay, afraid to shake your head. He exited, leaving you on your own. You had a pout plastered to your face as you glanced around the office, careful not to move your head, only your eyes.

You looked at the wall and saw a poster, a row of emoji-looking faces down the side, along with numbers. At the top it read in bold letters 'How are you feeling?'

You hissed and closed your eyes as another thump of pain shattered your skull. You sniffled, "I want my mom." You were so caught up in your pain and emotions, that you didn't hear the door open.

"If it's that bad, I can call your mother, but she'll have to retrieve you from the headmaster's office. You're in quite a bit of trouble young lady. Along with the girl you fought with."

An older woman stated, walking in clad in a white coat. You had assumed she was the nurse. She sat on a stool, held up by three wheels, and rolled over towards you.

"Sit up for a minute, dear." You slowly lifted your upper body, and winced. She tufted, giving you a pitiful look, "Show me where you hit, I need to check." You pointed to the back of your head.

She sighed, and stood. She placed her cold hands on your head, chilling the heat of pain, and carefully positioned your head to face the floor, and began lifting your hair, searching for the damage.

"Oh, my. You don't have a concussion, but there's quite a big bump back here. Theres also a bit of blood surfacing, but thankfully no skin was broken." She stepped away, and turned towards a freezer.

She opened it, and grabbed a plastic bag, filling it with ice, before turning back and wrapping it in a tissue of sorts. "Put this on your head for fifteen minutes, takeout off for around 10 and put it back on. Make sure you repeat that pattern, okay?"

You took the pack, and placed it on your head, "Thank you." You mumbled. She nodded, and began to help you off the table. "I would let you rest a bit, but you have to go to the Headmaster's office, they're calling your mother. I'll let them know you're to leave early."

You bit your lip in sadness, and hummed in approval, still not wanting to move your head. You began to walk out, when you finally noticed that Jin had not come back, "Did Jin find you?" You asked quietly, turning back to the woman.

She nodded and glanced at you,"He did. I told him to go back to lunch. Don't worry, he didn't leave you willingly." You waved, before exiting the room.

You began walking slowly down the hallway, wincing at the throb in your head with each step. Thankfully you were only right down the hall from the Headmaster's.

Once in the teachers room, you walked towards the back, to the room that branched off, and knocked on the wooden door. A faint 'come in' responding immediately.

You opened the door, to see the Headmaster, along with the girl you were fighting with. She glared at you, as you shuffled over to a seat, after closing the door.

"Ms. Y/N. I'm very disappointed. As a scholarship student, I had expected more from you. But to have to call your mother in the first week? Very concerning." The headmaster stated, looking at you sternly.

You looked at the floor, a guilty pout on your face. "I'm sorry, sir." The man hummed and turned to the girl next to you, "Ms. Sana, I'm very disappointed to see you in here, yet again."

Sana sighed, and slouched in her chair. "Sir, with all due respect, She's the reason it escalated into a physical fight. It all started as a verbal disagreement."

You looked up, dull,"That...That was a lot of big words, but I think she said it started as an argument, which isn't true. All I did was walk into the lunch room, when she stopped me and was being mean."

Sana snorted,"You're a bit slow, aren't you? None of the vocabulary in that sentence reached above a sixth grade level, you imbecile." She sneered, making you frown.

The headmaster glared,"Sana, inappropriate. Enough." He turned to you, "So you're telling me, you did nothing to set her off? You didn't give her a look, or say anything to her?" You nodded.

"Sir, I didn't know her name until I got in here. I haven't seen her at all before lunch. She shoved me and told me to leave her boyfriend alone, and then it escalated from there. I don't even know who her boyfriend is."

"Sana, how many times do I have to tell you? Quit getting into fights over Namjoon, he isn't your boyfriend!"

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