lonely - pjm

two

jimin eunha

  jimin watched as eunha buried her face into the small book papers, her fingers tugging at the torn up corners of the forbidden. hoseok sat beside the smaller male, his eyes following jimin's direction. "why do you keep staring at eunha?"

jimin jumped, his eyes widening at the sudden deep voice. "o-oh," he gulped. "she just seems really lonely...i wanna talk to her." hoseok pat his shoulder.

"then go."

jimin eunha

  eunha glanced up from her book, blushing as she noticed jimin staring at her again. "he's looking again..." she murmured as she continued to read.

"if you like him, eunha, go talk to him."

"jungkook, i am not going to talk to him!" she whispered. "it's bad enough that i'm lonely, i don't want to push someone away already."

jungkook sighed, "if this is another one of your 'i don't want to push someone i care for away' speeches, save it for the pillow. you need to live a little, naae?"

"naaaae," she dragged. "but i'm not talking to him first. he's the one that keeps staring at me so logically, he can talk to me first."

"yah! you're so unbelievable."

~

  eunha sat behind the school, her knees curled to her chest as namjoon and seokjin kicked her. their fists collided with her body, light screams escaping her mouth, her lips pursing together for a short moment before opening her mouth for another scream. namjoon picked eunha up by her shirt collar, pushing her against the wall.

namjoon smashed their lips together, forcing her to kiss him back. "let her go!" yoongi screamed from beside both of them, his fists bawled to the side of his body.

eunha had never seen him before; he had pale skin, light blonde hair and down-turned eyes. his nose was boopable and he was pretty small. "and what are you gonna do about it, min yoongi?"

yoongi tossed his head back and laughed. "i'll beat your ass, kim namjoon." seokjin laughed and sent yoongi the middle finger.

"p-please let m-me go..." namjoon let her fall to the ground and her legs were like jelly, causing her tiny figure to go tumbling to the ground.

salty warm tears dripped down her cheek, landing on her bloody skirt and legs. yoongi helped her up and guided her to the nurses.

yoongi glared at the students that were staring. "she got beat and y'all are just standing there and staring?" he hissed. "get the fuck out of the way!" eunha winced at the booming voice, her head pounding once again, her vision blurring.

"you don't have to do this."

"i do."

"why?"

"my best friend likes you."