【𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹】

~7~

"Beautiful, your scars. If only they were made by me." 
I gasped as I suddenly felt his teeth nip gently at my skin. I hurriedly tried to push him off as my body heated up under the close contact. But he resisted against my strength and I ended up bawling his shirt. Finally he pulled away looking at me through hooded eyes. I unknowingly glared at him as my breathing became uneven. Unfortunately he saw this and immediately he changed. He was back to the usual demon he was. I quickly realised my mistake and retreated backwards attempting to fall into the mattress so he wouldn't do anything to me. His eyes flickered turning evil and deadly real fast. He got up from the chair and stared down at me. I was on the verge of crying as I looked up at him my breathing fastening. He smirked leaning down hovering on top of me. I fell back my head hitting the fluffy pillows. His face was millimeters away from mine as he chuckled. His hand came up to caress my cheek and I flinched under his icy touch. Tears threatened to fall as I felt his hand move down to my neck. His grip tightened around my throat causing me to choke and gasp for air. My fists bawled up the pale duvets as tears spilled out of my eyes. My eyes shut tightly as I began to feel weak from the lack of air entering my lungs. Just as I decided to give up fight I felt his grip loosen against my neck. My swollen eyes opened and were met with his large orbs which were presenting nothing but pure innocence. I began to get light headed as my mind wrapped around the idea of how he changes so fast. Nonetheless I didn't pass out as I lay there weak and lifeless. His hand rested on my neck and his other hand went up to stroke my face. Soon enough he pulled his hand away and stood up straight looking down at my pathetic state on the medical bed. I stared up aimlessly at the white ceiling as a tear left my eye. I heard Taehyung sigh before pouring himself a glass of water. He silently gulped down all the water before slamming the glass back down on the table.
"Pathetic." He spat before storming out of the room. I finally turned towards the door as it slammed shut. My mind pondered on and on as my emotions confused me 
Why didn't he do anything else? What's wrong with him?
I thought as I found his actions very unusual. Although he did hurt me, it wasn't like normal. The constant pain of his hands on me, torturing me until I couldn't handle it anymore. Doing it over and over again continuously was what he usually does. Not giving a damn on whether or not I was in pain; whether or not I could handle it, whether or not I'd die or pass out. He never cared. But this time seemed different. For the first time ever since I'd met him. For the first time since this hell started. It was the first time I ever saw him care. It was the first time I ever saw anxiousness and care present themselves through his alluring eyes. But then his later actions got me very confused. Did he really care? My mind played his soft moments over and over again in my head, making me see them like an old movie film. 
No, it was definitely real. That short glimpse of happiness when I woke up. It was real. I thought.

The next day

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I head to school quietly. My hand kept going up afraid people would see the scars and purple bruises around my neck. Just as I was walking my eyes caught onto something glistening in the sunlight. Walking cautiously towards it, I picked it up and squinted looking at it carefully.
"Park Jimin?" I whisper to myself. Unaware of who's it was I stuffed the badge into my school uniform pocket; hoping to take it into the school office. As soon as I passed through the school gates, hell slapped itself painfully hard on my face as I hear Taehyungs deep voice in the corner. My gaze carefully shifted towards the group of men. I look down and bite my lip anxiously. Taking a deep breath, I walk forwards trying to ignore them. My footsteps advanced as I heard Taehyung bellow.
"SOHYE!" 
Immediately I came to a stop. Flashbacks from that accident came into my head. His care and rare anxious expression made themselves present in her racing mind. It's amazing how with just one word and how he says that one word; it can have such an immense impact on me. How it can make me loosen my guard and feel like I can trust him. 
I was caught off guard as I got pulled out of my trance by a gripping force on my arm. Taehyung pulled me around glaring into my soul before his gaze lowered towards my bruised neck. His friends surrounded me towering above me like skyscrapers as he inspected my neck. They followed his gaze eyeing me down before landing at my neck. I felt utterly exposed under their fierce gazes, especially when I didn't know any of them.
"Follow." Is all he says before pulling me and forcing me to follow behind him. His friends walked behind me talking between one another.

I anxiously looked around as I once again found myself behind the science lab. Only this time I felt more intimidated as his men surrounded me. I began to feel insecure and horrible afraid as sick butterflies flew around anxiously in the pit of my stomach. It was silent for a moment and I barely even dared to breath as the school bell rang and everyone retreated to class. 
"You're not covering them up?" He finally spoke up catching me off guard. I shake my head looking down at my feet. He sighed looking at his friends before facing me again.
"What happened to that scarf that I gave you?" He asked squinting under the bright morning sun.
"I l-lost it that ni-night." I said trying not to stutter but greatly failed under my sweaty palms. He heaved out a large sigh before glaring at me under the suns rays. I look down feeling guilty for some reason. 
"Does it hurt?" One of the males suddenly spoke up. I glanced up looking at their name tags; 'Jeon Jungkook'. His voice was calm and sweet. He had a nice figure and I quickly recognised him as one of the braver fighters from that dangerous night. His large eyes showed a tinge of concern as he looked towards my bruised and scared up neck.
"N-No. I'm f-fine." I reply reaching up and grazing the wounds feeling uncomfortable with his question.
"Don't lie." Taehyung says reaching out and grabbing my wrists pulling them down. He inspected my wounds closely. 
"Hyung you got any ointment?" He asks turning towards a handsome tall male with heavenly shoulders.
"In my locker, yeah." The male replies.
"N-No, it's fine. S-Seriously, I-I have s-some at h-home." I reply trying to crawl away from Taehyungs piercing gaze and alarming touch.
"Can I have some, hyung?" He asks completely ignoring me.
"No, I said I'm fine." I say stopping the male.
"Do you not trust me?" Taehyung growls pushing me up against the wall and pinning my wrists beside my head. 
Yeah, I don't trust you. Not at all. Never.
I thought as I felt like vanishing under his strong hold.
"I'm late for class." I say trying to wriggle out of his unbelievably secure hold. 
He tsked letting me go and stepping back. He smirked at me cocking his head to one side and stuffing his hands into his back pockets. He shifted all of his weight onto his right leg as his tongue came out and licked his bottom lip.
"Go on then goody-too-shoes." He cooed. The boys around him laughed as they watched me try to scramble away. I break off into a full out run but instantly stopped once realising that something fell out of my pocket. I look back and found that one of the boys had picked up the name tag that I had found.
"Huh? This is mine." He says looking at me and blowing on the badge. The boys all walk over towards him and peer over his shoulders trying to see what he'd just picked up. I stood still confused on whether or not he was telling the truth. I took this time and inspected each one of the boys and finally came to a conclusion that he must be telling the truth. Each one of them had a name tag pinned on them apart from 'Jimin'.
Taehyung frowned as he stepped forward nudging Jimin and snatching the tag out of his hand. He stared deeply at the tag. Suddenly his fingers wrapped tightly around the name tag. His knuckles turned pale with the angered force as he held the tag tightly in his palms.  He looked up towards me and I stare back internally debating if I should leave or if I should stay. Taehyung stepped closer and I didn't dare move; afraid of getting hurt if I do. He raised the name tag up in the air and spoke with angered force as the sun glared at him casting a golden light over his handsomeness.
"Why the fuck do you have Jimins' name tag? How do you know him? What is he to you? HUH?!" He yelled. I flinched stumbling backwards and falling onto the dirt. He stormed towards me and lifted me up harshly from the shoulders. I close my eyes tightly expecting another harsh blow.
This is it. Because of a name tag. I'm gonna die.
I thought as I trembled under his forcing grip. 
He raised a hand and I expected a rough slap on the cheek. 
"Tae, stop." I heard a sweet voice say. I opened my eyes timidly and looked towards the two males. Taehyungs hand was in the air whilst Jimin had his hand wrapped around Taehyungs arm; holding him back. Jimins' grip was obviously strong as Taehyungs arm began shaking trying to pull his arm down. Ultimately he let go of me and payed full attention on Jimin. Jimin let go of Taehyung as soon as he say I was out of his strong arms. Taehyung glared menacingly at Jimin as he spoke.
"I lost it when I was fighting those gang members. Thank God she found it. She did nothing wrong. So just let her go-" Jimin was stopped as a rough punch was thrown at his face, causing him to fall to the ground. Taehyung stepped back watching Jimin groan on the ground. I gasp and nearly lunged forward to help, but immediately stopped myself as I felt Taehyungs undying glare on me. The boys all got agitated and wanted to jump in to stop the scene but held themselves back afraid of the consequences. Taehyung strode towards Jimin. He squatted down and grabbed ahold of Jimins collar, pulling him up so they were face-to-face.
"Fine, you don't let me hurt her. I'll hurt you instead." He growled and chuckled sickeningly in Jimins swollen bleeding face.
"I'll hurt you and torture you in her place. Would you like that Prince Charming? Knight in Shining Armor?"