My Bully

Cute Little Bunny

                                                         ONE WEEK LATER

"Oh my God, you have got to be kidding me."

I yawn and turn in Jungkook's arms.

"Shush, hyung!" someone stage whispers. "This is cute. Let me get a picture before you wake them up."

Jungkook moves his arm slightly and groans.

"Now look what you've done," another voice says. "Great job, Namjoon!"

"Well sorry!" Namjoon snaps. "Excuse me for making sure they done get in trouble."

I try to open my eyes, but bright lights blind me, so I close them again. Jungkook shifts again and mumbled something that's i can't make out. His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer to him.

"Oh my God!" the second person squeals. "This is so cute! Can I take a picture hyung? Please?"

Namjoon groans. "Fine. Just be quick."

There's a sharp clicking sound, then more fangirling. I frown and try to open my eyes again. It's better this time. Now I'm able to make out Namjoon glaring down at me, with Jin and Jhope grinning behind him. Hope has his phone in his hand, looking at something on it.

"Looks who finally woke up," Namjoon says.

I groan and turn away from them, pressing my cheek against Jungkook's chest.

"Now we have to wake up that thing," Jhope says.

"On it!" Jin shouts. He quickly gets something from the vending machine next to us. "This always works."

He bends down and waves a cookie in front of Jungkook's face. Jungkook's nose twitches,

"I wanna cookie," he mumbles. "Gimme cookie."

"Not until you wake up, pabo," Jin says.

Jungkook groans and opens his eyes. He smiles at me.

"Morning, baby," he says, kissing my forehead.

"More like afternoon," Namjoon grumbles. "You guys slept through your first two classes. Lunch just ended."

I sigh. "Well, at least I missed the classes I hate."

Jungkook nuzzles my neck. "At least I got to be with you."

Jhope fangirls over us some more while Namjoon pretends to throw up. Jin just sits on the floor, cookie in hand. 

Jungkook sees it and say, "Can I have that now?"

Jin laughs. "Sure." He tosses it to him.

While Jungkook nibbles on the cookie, I slowly start to stand up. My bones and muscles ache from the hard tile floor of the hallways. Jam join takes my arm and helps pull me up the rest of the way. I glance at him, raising an eyebrow. He blushes and let's go of my arm.

"Sorry," he mutters, taking a step back.

"Do we have to go to class?" Jungkook asks, mouth full.

"Yeah," Jhope answers. "Apparently we need to learn instead of messing around now." He glares at Namjoon.

"We do this once every week guys," Namjoon says. "You already know this."

"I just wish we didn't have to do it," Jin complains.

"Come in, hyung," Jungkook whines. "We can do that tomorrow."

"What about Annabelle?" Namjoon asks, pointing at me. "What about her grades? No one cares about ours, nut her parents probably care about hers."

I snort. "Yeah, right. They sure do. So much that they just randomly leave me home alone for days, weeks sometimes, not even bothering to tell me where they go! They just leave my and my brother to live on our own!" I take a deep breath. "Sorry," I whisper.

"Babe," Jungkook stands up. "Is that all true?"

I start to walk away from the boys. "So what if it is? You all obviously have your own stuff to worry about."

No one tries to stop me as I head down the hall to my classroom. I quickly walk inside. The teacher looks over at me, then continues where he left off. None of my classmates acknowledge me as I move across the room to my seat. I sit down and look at the empty desk next to me. Where Taehyung used to sit. 

I bury my head in my arms, tears silently rolling down my cheeks. None of this would have happened if I had kept to myself and never talked to him. Maybe he would still be here.

Around an hour into class, the teacher calls my name.

"Annabelle, you're getting checked out."

I quickly wipe off my tear stained cheeks and head out the door. I hurry down the hall to the office, expecting to see Jungkook or Namjoon waiting for me. Instead, I see my brother.

"What do you want, Yoongi?" I snap. "I thought-"

"I know," he says, glaring at me. "It wasn't me who checked you out."

"Then who did?"

"I did."

A tall, scruffy looking man steps into the hall from inside the office. He has a small beard, with emerald green eyes that glitter in the sun. His black hair is swept to one side. I stare at his tan skin, almost the exact same shade as mine. The sharp cut of his jawline shows that he isn't very old, maybe 40 at the oldest. At least, I'm pretty sure he's around 38. It's been so long.

A tear rolls down my cheek. "Dad," I whisper.

My father smiles. "Yes. It's me, my little flower."

Eyyy I'm back everyone! I know it's been forever, so I'm sorry it took so long! I lost my notebook for my story so I had to come up with something, and that took me a super long time. I hope this was good enough.

~Annabelle