He Was My Student [[KTH]] ✔️

TWENTY-TWO

Jin was fast asleep beside me and I carefully climbed out of bed so not to wake him. My body cried out in pain at the fresh bruises scattered on me but I had to keep quiet or he'd wake up.

Tears pricked my eyes as I got to my feet and I let out a sharp breath as my ribs creaked on me. I gulped back my tears and slowly walked towards the bedroom door. As I closed the door behind me, I made sure that he was still asleep. Thankfully he stayed where he was and I walked downstairs.

I wiped some tears away from my face and I picked up the bag I had packed earlier. I slipped my shoes on and pulled on a coat, before leaving the house. I didn't want to use my car because he could find it so I walked down the street, shivering from the cold. I hadn't thought it would be that cold but it was better to be cold than beaten.

There were a few cars rushing down the roads I passed and a few groups of teenagers hanging about. They mostly ignored me but a few said some inappropriate things. I ignored them and stuck my hands in my pockets, trying to keep as warm as I possibly could.

I had lost track of time but I was soon on the road I wanted. I wanted to run across the road but my ribs stopped me from doing so. I walked up the stairs to the house and knocked on the door. It was just past 2 in the morning, but I knew they were awake. They worked long hours and this was the time they normally got home.

I heard some locks being thrown on the door and it opened, letting their warm house wrap around my shivering body. I looked up from the floor and their glare softened when they saw it was me.

"Hey, Hoseok," I whispered, "Can I come in?"

"Obviously," He said stepping aside "What the hell are you doing here? And why does it look like you've been beaten?"

Hoseok put his arm around me and led me to his living room where Yoongi was sitting on his laptop.

"Who was the idiot to knock on the door at this time?" Yoongi said not looking up "Did you tell them to fuck off?"

"How could I?" Hoseok said.

Yoongi looked up "Hana? What the hell happened to you?"

My bottom lip trembled and I burst into tears, making Yoongi walk over to me. I stepped into him, letting him hug me. I held onto his shirt not caring that I was probably dropping snot all over him.

"I'll put the kettle on," Hoseok said, "Hana, why don't you sit down?"

Yoongi led me to the sofa and he sat down with me. He looked down at his shirt and back up at me with a slight scowl "I have snot on my shirt,"

"I'm s-sorry," I cried "I didn't m-mean it,"

"Don't be so daft," Yoongi said, "I can change the shirt. So, what is wrong?"

"Everything," I sniffed and wiped my eyes on my coat "Things haven't been too great recently and I needed some help,"

Yoongi lifted his eyebrow "Go on,"

Hoseok came back in "Hana, take your coat off. Yoongi, put that blanket around her. And you have snot on your shirt,"

Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed the blanket that Hoseok was leaning on. He snatched it from under his hand and put it around me once I took my coat off. Hoseok rushed into the kitchen and came back with 3 hot drinks. He sat on the other side of me and I cradled the drink in my hands.

"Hana, what happened to you?" Hoseok asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and suddenly I was too scared to tell them. I began to panic thinking that If I told them, everything would get worse. They had never met Jin and I thought that they wouldn't believe me. If they met Jin they would think that I was a liar because he was so charming and nice.