Taehyung's P.O.V
As I held my hand out for the boy, I soon asked him.
"Are you ok?"
He nodded as he took my hand, helping him up. I looked into his eyes, to see no life, no nothing.
'What's wrong with him..?'
"Who are those people?"
"People who beat me up every day." He answered, with no emotion.
I raised an eyebrow. "Then, why didn't you fight back?"
"I don't bother anymore, it's always the same."
I was speechless, it's like this boy has lost all hopes of.. being happy. There's nothing but emptiness in his eyes.
"Ah, I see.. but, take good care of yourself. If they do it again, please tell the teachers." I said, concerned.
He nodded, his straight face not faltering. "I'll keep that in mind, Thank you." He said as he turned his back on me, walking away.
"W-wait..!" I tried to call, though it was no use since he had already left. I sighed.
'I forgot to ask his name.. I could've asked for help roaming around this huge ass school as well.'
I shook my head, walking around, trying to familiarise myself with the surroundings, well, not without making wrong turns and even bumping into a wall every once in a while.
Jungkook's P.O.V
I made my way to my classroom as students that were watching me, whispered to their friends.
Probably something about keeping a straight face every now and then.
They wanted this, so I gave it to them. A rag doll, roaming around, letting others hurt me as much as they please.
Perhaps, i'm rather surprised that someone would stand up for me, in all honesty, that was the first time someone did.
Students who would see it would just walk away, discarding the scene in front of them, some run away in fear, and some just stand there, paralysed, like my friend would.
