I Don't Understand - Namjin

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Another day. Another day of working hard, not just on lessons but on ignoring the assholes who like to tease the hell out of me. I could do something about it: I could wear normal jeans instead of ripped ones, I could wear regular shirts instead of band tees and flannel, I could use contacts instead of my glasses, I could do something with my hair instead of leaving it to lie flat in the generic fringe I have, I could actually go out instead of stay in and read, I could get more than one friend. I love Yoongi, but he's the only friend I have, and vice-versa for him. We stick together because nobody else wants to be involved with us. Yoongi's the edgy kid, I'm the nerd that's been influenced by his fashion taste a little. 

I adjust my glasses and grab my bag; I've put badges all over it, anime and music pins littered across the rough canvas fabric. I run downstairs, and stop abruptly halfway down due to the pain in my left ankle. Shit, I forgot.. Jimin and his 'gang' tormented me again yesterday. At least it's Friday today, so I'll have a couple of days to recuperate before facing them again. Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook - the school's popular group. Jungkook's the bad boy, Jimin's the heartthrob and Taehyung's in the middle of those. To be honest, it's mainly Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung may as well be his shadows. He picks on me because I'm the nerd, and the other two are basically his bodyguards. What they did to me yesterday actually hurt for once.. 

"Hey, nerd! C'mere!" Jimin shouted from the other end of the corridor. I closed my locker and ignored him, walking down the corridor to my art class. Yoongi was ill, so I had literally nobody with me that day, and Jimin's little group definitely took advantage of that. They tend to leave me alone (well, physically) and just hurl meaningless insults whenever Yoongi's around because, unlike myself, Yoongi is strong as hell and to be honest, he scares them a little bit. 
"Oi, glasses, I'm talking to you!" Jimin yelled again, I continued to ignore him and neared the art room. "Tae! Jungkook! NOW!" Before I could really register what was happening, Taehyung and Jungkook came around from the side of the lockers. The three boys cornered me, yanking my bag off my bag and tearing my sketchbook from my arms. I brought my knees up and tucked my head down, bracing myself for what I knew was about to come. Just like I predicted, they started kicking me. Little do they know, I've taken so many beatings by them I know how to protect myself so I don't really get hurt, well, not hurt in that moment. It always hurts later on, but I'm either home at that point or with Yoongi, who always takes care of me when they hurt me. After a few minutes of Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung kicking the shit out of me, they gave up once they saw they weren't gonna get a reaction out of me. 
"C'mon, he's not worth our time, not today." Jimin muttered, and they walked away, leaving me to gather my books that had spilled out onto the floor. Thank god, they didn't ruin my sketchbook, which is just as well because my ankles took a real beating this time. I struggled, but eventually stood up, composed myself and walked to my art class. Luckily they didn't leave any bruises on my face, otherwise a shit ton of questions would have been fired at me by my caring art teacher. 
I limped home and texted Yoongi. He said he should be feeling well enough to come into school tomorrow. I hope he does, I can't take that again, not right now. 

I just have today, then I can spend the weekend with Yoongi and prepare myself for next week. Yoongi always stays round my house. My mother died, and my dad left me last year. I'm in my last year of highschool, so I can look after myself and pay the bills myself (with a little help from my aunt, who's currently living in England), but it means I live on my own. Yoongi's parents are really understanding, so they aren't bothered when Yoongi's rarely home because he's staying at mine. 

I make it down the stairs, grab some money for lunch and some fruit for breakfast, set off for another day of school, and text Yoongi that I've just left and I'll see him in about 10 minutes. 

I get to the form room mega early, and walk in to see Yoongi sitting at our desk in the far corner. 
"You're limping." he says as I close the door behind me. 
"Well, hello to you too!" I chuckle, dumping my reading book and my bag on the table. 
"Whatcha reading today?" 
"It, by Stephen King." 
"You only read that a couple of weeks ago! And it's so long as well..!" 
"It's only 1376 pages! And, have you met me?" I reply, laughing. 
"Good point! Anyway.. What the fuck happened yesterday?!" Yoongi says, an edge of annoyance in his voice. I tell him what happened and he shakes his head. "Let me see. Your ankle." he says. I take off my right shoe and sock and roll up my jeans. Yoongi touches the swollen area tentatively before sighing. "You need to put some ice on it." 
"I have. Oh well, if it doesn't stop hurting in a few days I'll go to the hospital." As Yoongi is about to protest and probably argue the fact that I should get it checked out sooner, we hear a knock on the door. Our form tutor pokes his head round the door. 
"Oh, boys! I'm assuming you didn't check the school website..?" he says. 
"No, what's wrong?" I ask. 
"It's a free day for anyone that passed their finals last year. Most people don't have to be here - especially you two!" he says, chuckling. 
"Oh, thanks Sir! I'll just pop to the art room and we'll get going then." I reply, as he walks away. I put my shoe and sock back on and we leave the room. 

Once I've sorted out everything I had to do in the art room, we set off towards the front doors. Concentrating on the growing pain in my ankle, I don't notice a tall figure slowly walking down the corridor. 
"Namjoo-" Yoongi calls, but it's too late. I bump into the person and we both fall to the floor. My ankle twists and a bolt of pain shoots up my leg. "Jesus christ, Namjoon, every fucking time!" Yoongi says, trying to stifle a laugh as he comes over to me, ready to help me and the mysterious person up. But before Yoongi reaches me, the tall boy gets up and holds out his hand. I take it and he helps me up. I suck in a loud breath as I stupidly put pressure on my bad ankle. 
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?" a quiet voice says. 
"No, it's ok. I, um, I twisted my ankle yesterday." I reply confidently as Yoongi approaches us and grabs my waist to support me. He frowns, surprised that I lied about something to a complete stranger who probably wouldn't even see me again.
"Oh, ok then. Could you tell me where the office is, please? I'm new here and I don't know where to go." the small voice says. At this point, I look up, and a blush creeps onto my face. 
"Oh, it's, um, th-that way." I almost whisper and point in the direction of the office. 
"Thanks! I'm Seokjin by the way, Kim Seokjin." 
"K-Kim Namjoon." I say. 
"Thanks again!" he says and makes his way to the office.
"Come on, let's try and get home so I can sort out that ankle." Yoongi says, guiding me outside. 

After being outside for a few minutes, the heat on my face finally goes, and we reach my house. Yoongi helps me in and I flop on the sofa, sighing loudly and kicking off my shoes. "Fuck.." I curse under my breath, leaning my head on the back of the sofa and closing my eyes. I don't notice Yoongi come back into the room, and I wince when he gently places an ice pack on my ankle and sits down next to me. 
"You ok?" he asks. I nod, but he isn't having it. "No you're not, Namjoon. I can tell that it hurts like hell, you literally couldn't stand on your own when you bumped into that guy! We're going to the hospital tomorrow, whether you like it or not!" 
"Ugh, fine!" 
"Anyway, movie night?" 
"Hell yeah!" I laugh, and we settle down for a night of films and snacks.