the two broken boys.

Chapter One.

Warnings.

This book will contain the following:

Self-harm

Abuse

Mentions of rape that happened in the past

Smut?

Lots of errors

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I slowly walked closer to the school's gate, keeping my head down the entire time I walked. Most of the other students were bumping into me, but I could care less. My head lifted slightly, eyes now fixed on the giant school. My eyes widened and I tightened my grip on the straps of my backpack. I couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, it was the first day. Anyone would feel nervous. Especially when you haven't been to a  real school in seven years.

I could feel my hands start to shake a bit, but I ignored it. "You'll be okay," I whispered to myself. I desperately wanted to believe that I'd be fine, but something just felt off. Normally students always wish for a perfect first day. Today wasn't going to be a perfect first day. I could tell. I walked forward, entering the school and looking around. As I stepped in, I noticed some people turn their attention towards me. I could feel them staring, and it just made me uncomfortable.

I don't know how, but the first thing I heard over the loud students were the whispers. Some students that were staring whispered to each other. "Isn't that the new kid?" That's what everyone seemed to be saying. I stopped in my tracks for a second, looking around. I heard someone say something else. "He's actually really cute." I eyed the other students, making a mental note of the ones who were whispering. Some looked at me in a friendly way, and they seemed like pleasant people. Some looked angry at me, but I didn't know why. And some looked at me with lust in their eyes, which only made me more uncomfortable than I already was.

I made my way to a corner in the room and leaned against the wall. I rummaged through my pocket for a second before pulling out a white, slightly crumpled paper. It was the one they sent in the mail, with all my classes on it. I stared at the paper, trying to memorize my schedule and where every class was. Slowly, I realized I couldn't hear anything around me anymore. I wasn't surprised since this happened often. I'd zone out for no reason at the most random times. I could zone out in the middle of having an important conversation, and it'd take me minutes to start focusing again. I spent minutes just standing there, not looking up once. I had no idea what was going on around me. I didn't seem to notice that there was someone in front of me, tapping their foot impatiently.

Suddenly, I felt someone flick my forehead with their fingers. I came back to reality when this happened and shook my head. I stared ahead, but only saw the person's chest. Damn, they must be tall. "What was th-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence as I looked up. This boy had beautiful black hair and dark brown eyes. His eyes were so dark, that they almost looked black, just like his hair. He was very muscular and definitely taller than me. Maybe he was even older than me. My eyes traveled to his lips and I tried not to smile. His lips looked so soft. I began to zone out again. I could hear the boy talking, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I couldn't see the frown on his face or the annoyed look in his eyes either.

I shook my head again and stared into his eyes. He didn't look happy, that's for sure. "Were you listening to me?" He growled and I shook my head. I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. He brought our faces closer to each other until they were just inches apart. I glanced to my left and saw other students watching us closely. Some were even rushing to get their phones out. I looked back at him and gulped, my eyes widening as the other boy studied my face. His frown changed into a smirk and that made me feel a bit better. He pulled our faces away and then released me. "Cute." The boy chuckled and winked at me before walking down the hallway with his friends.

"What the hell just happened?" I said aloud, wanting a response, but not expecting one.

"Seems like he has taken a liking to you." I heard a voice next to me and I turned, stopping myself from flinching. I wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me.  I wanted to ask him who he was, but I was scared to talk. I felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed. "Kid, don't worry about me. I'm not a freak like him. I'm Min Yoongi." I relaxed a bit as he told me his name. I waved and then he looked up. "And this..." He paused. I stared blankly at him. He was waiting for something to happen, I guess. Suddenly, a peach-haired boy jumped out from behind Yoongi. I stepped back since he startled me. Yoongi just let out a sigh.

"...Is Jimin." 

"Hi, I'm Park Jimin." He waved at me and smiled. I couldn't help but giggle. His smile was cute. "You're the new kid, right? I saw you walk in." I scratched my neck and then nodded. "Yeah, I'm the new kid. My name is Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you both." Yoongi nodded and Jimin did too. I turned my head, staring at the hallway the other boy had gone down. "Hey, who was that?" I turned back and asked. Jimin's expression dropped and now he looked serious. I regret asking the question.

"Avoid him, Taehyung. He's nothing but trouble."

The way Jimin said that sent shivers down my spine. He sounded so serious.  "Oh, okay," I muttered and looked down at my feet. "But, don't worry about it Tae! He won't bother you. We are your new friends, we'll make sure he doesn't harass you." Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I never agreed to be his friend." Jimin shot him a glare. "Oh well. We're all friends now. Tae seems friendly." My head raised and I stared at Jimin, giving him my signature boxy smile. He had called me 'Tae' twice now. The first time, I just thought it was an accident, but I realized it wasn't. I thought the little nickname was cute. It reminded me of something, but it was okay. It was okay when Jimin said it. "Hey, guys. Could you please show me wh-" The bell suddenly rang.

"Shit! I didn't find my locker!" I whined and looked over at my two new friends. "I-I better go." I waved to Jimin and Yoongi before running away. Jimin waved back, smiling and Yoongi smirked. "Now I have to carry all my books." I thought. I mentally scolded myself for not going to my locker earlier. I slowed down since my class was right here. When I entered the room, all the student's head raised and they stared at me. Their expressions were unreadable. "You must be the new student!" The teacher exclaimed and I looked over at her. She seemed like the teacher that was only nice the first day, and then was a bitch the rest of the year. "You can go sit wherever you'd like. If you have a question, don't hesitate to ask."

I nodded a thank you to her and looked around the classroom. I grinned as I saw there were two seats in the back, which I quickly walked over too. I sat near the window and put my books neatly in the corner of my desk. I folded my hands and placed them on the desk in front of me, waiting patiently for class to start. The bell would ring in one minute now. I couldn't help but sigh in relief. Nobody had sat next to me, which was good. But, as soon as I let out that sigh, the bell rang and someone walked into the room. The only open seat was beside me, so I immediately looked down. I didn't want to make eye contact with whoever this was. They sat beside me and I could hear them chuckle darkly. What's so funny? The person tapped me on the shoulder and I shut my eyes, not wanting to look up. But I did anyway. Hesitantly, I raised my head and looked over. It was that boy from earlier. The boy who grabbed me. The boy who called me cute. The boy who did that in front of every fucking person in the building. "Hey, baby." He said in a seductive tone. He was looking at me weird and it made me nervous. "D-Don't call m-me that," I muttered. "Oh, baby. You're going to have to get used to it. You know why? Because I'm going to sit here for the whole year, right next to you, calling you baby every day. It'll be fun." He leaned back in his chair and I turned, staring out the window.

I don't know why, but another shiver went down my spine. I couldn't explain what it was, but something about this boy made me terrified. And now, I'd have to sit next to him for the whole year and deal with him annoying me. Absolutely wonderful.