Solitary ♢ Na Jaemin

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"Hello class, sit down please." The man said and Yunhee looked at the unfamiliar man with confusion.
Yunhee had walked into her first class with an unreadable Jaemin behind her, gripping her bag in his hand.

The teacher sent a small nod to someone at the back of the class and feigned a look of professionalism.
"Unfortunately Professor Taeil is uh...sick today so I will be filling in for him." The man started, turning around and beginning to write his name on the board.

"I am Kim Doyoung, you may call me Professor Doyoung today." He smiled to the class, his eyes honing in on Jaemin who sat emotionless, staring at the desk in front of him.
Doyoung's eyes flickered to the person at the back and sent a knowing look.
"Hendery, why don't you come up to the board and tell us how to do this equation." Doyoung said to the male at the back of the class.

Hendery knowingly nodded and stood up slowly.
"Who is he?"
"Has he always been in this class?"
People murmured.

His eyes focused on Jaemin who sat in the same position next to Yunhee and Hendery made eye contact with someone else in the room.
Approaching near the front, he calculated his steps and saw the soda that sat on his desk.

Perfect.

Biting back a smirk, Hendery pretended to actually trip over, his hand knocking the drink off of Jaemin's table and all down the front of his shirt.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." Hendery said in fake shock, standing up.

Jaemin inhaled deeply from his nose and looked down at his red stained white t-shirt. Yunhee gasped from next to him and picked up the soda can was was rolling on he desk.
Hendery stepped back and rubbed the back of his neck and looked over to the men standing in the hallway with a nod.

Jaemin scraped back his chair painfully and stood up, his eyes boring into Hendery's with anger.
He held the eye contact as he slid out of his desk. Dark eyes, he gritted his teeth as her tried to calm himself down.
"Prick." Jaemin said, hitting his shoulder against Hendery's as he walked towards the door.
"I'm going to the bathroom." He said to Doyoung as he walked past and out of the door.

Hendery made eye contact with Doyoung and the eldest nodded in approval.

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Jaemin grumbled incoherent curse words when he strided towards his locker. Unaware of the presences behind him, he unlocked his locker harshly and pulled off his stained t-shirt, pulling out a new one.
His locker got slammed shut and he hadn't got time to react when his body was spun around and his shoulder hit the locker.

"What the f-"
He was cut off by a hand to his mouth and the three men in front of him made his anger rise. One of them rummaged through his bag and the other one walked towards him.
"You think it's okay to be around Yunhee huh?" One said, jabbing his finger into Jaemin's chest.

Taeyong pulled out a book from his bag an began to jot down his name whilst Jaehyun continued to torment him while Johnny held him down.
Jaemin struggled against his hold and glared at all of them as anger resounded through him.

"Let go of me!" He yelled out, managing to successfully elbow Johnny. He stumbled back and Jaehyun instantly took over, sending a quick blow to his stomach. Jaemin let out a short gasp of air as the wind got knocked out of him.

Jaemin didn't stand for it, he lunged at Jaehyun with a punch to the face and watched as the older boy spat out some blood.
"My fucking tooth!" He managed out, his mouth filling with blood and Johnny advanced towards Jaemin.

"You idiot, we didn't want to fight you." He said, tackling Jaemin to the floor, his shoulder ramming into his stomach once more.

Jaemin managed to knee Johnny and he groaned out. The older one sent another punch to his abdomen, making Jaemin scrunch his eyes in agony.

"Taeyong are you done?" Johnny said, pinning Jaemin down. Taeyong quickly typed something into his IPad and nodded, closing and placing it into his bag.
"Quickly." Taeyong said, pulling Jaehyun with him as Johnny got off Jaemin and the three of them scurried out of the place.

Coincidentally, Yunhee was on her way to the nurses office when she stumbled upon Jaemin laying on the floor- chest rising up and down in pain.
She walked as quickly as she could with her crutches and kneeled down beside him.

"Why are you shirtle- oh shit."

She gasped out, looking at the various bruises that scattered his skin. Her head scanned the hallway and the faint figures of black clothed men had ran around the corner before she could see who it was.

Yunhee placed her hand on his shoulder and shook him.
"Are you dead?" She asked, panicking- cupping his cheeks and then leaning down to hover her ear near his mouth.

"It seems like hell to me." He groaned out raising his head and Yunhee sat back with a sigh of relief.

"You scared me I thought you stopped breathing." She exclaimed, smacking his arm.
Jaemin let his head fall back onto the ground and sucked in a short breath of air from the throbbing pain.

"You're kind of half naked." She pointed out, watching as he had his eyes shut and his hand gripped the discarded shirt on the floor before throwing it to her head. The shirt hung off her head, blocking her view and he groaned out in agony.

"Don't look then idiot." He shot back, coughing from the lack of air but regretting it dearly- wondering how he had found himself in this situation.