My Dear Sonsaengnim (Taehyung & Reader)

Part 5

Y/n POV
What the hell is wrong with that guy? Why is he such a busybody?
"Y/n? Y/n ah? Are you listening?" Hyungjun's voice startled you out of your daze.
"Huh? Sorry, I was spacing out. You were saying?"
"I was asking you what do you want to order?" A slight annoyance colored Hyungjun's voice.
"Oh. I'll just have the same thing as you. I need to go to the restroom. I'll be back soon." You got up from your seat & walked briskly towards the restroom.
Song Y/n, stop thinking about that weird Kim sonsaeng. You're with your boy friend now, why are you thinking about another guy?
"Oh, the restroom is out of order. Well I guess I'll just have to hold it in." You sighed & turned around to go back to your seat.
You could see that Hyungjun was talking to the phone as you approached him from behind.
"Baby, of course you're more important. She means nothing to me. You know I'm just playing along with her because I pity her. I'll ditch her soon, don't worry."
Your heart dropped to the floor as you unintentionally heard his conversation. Holding in the anger & tears, you immediately grabbed your bag & bolted to the exit.
"Y/n! Where are you going?" Hyungjun frantically followed you from behind & caught your hand.
"Don't touch me, you two-timing bastard! I trusted you! How could you do this to me?!" You yelled as you shook his hand off.
"What do you mean?" He still wouldn't admit his deceit.
"I heard your conversation earlier. Let's break up so you can go to that 'baby' of yours." You spat bitterly at him.
"You're breaking up with me?" His expression turned menacing in an instant. In a sudden move, he snatched your wrist & gripped it tight.
"Ow! You're hurting me!"
"How dare you break up with me after I put up with your pretentious ass for a year? Just because you're a bit pretty, you think you're all that, aren't you? You want to know why I cheat on you? Because you're as dry as sandpaper! You won't even let me touch you even after a year of dating! Fine, let's break up. I'm sick of you already anw. Just so you know, she's much better in bed than you'll ever be." He threw your hand violently & left.
You were too stunned to move, so you just stood there frozen watching his diminishing back & listening to your heart breaking into pieces.
A droplet of tear escaped your eye & you quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand.
Don't waste your tears on him. He's not worth it.

-•-

You slammed the door behind you & dragged your feet to your room. Seeing the door half opened, you huffed heavily, expecting to see your stepfather in your room again.
"Get ou- Eomma? What are you doing? Are you going through my stuffs?" You exclaimed in surprise as you saw your mom's head buried halfway inside your tiny wardrobe.
"Where is the money? Give it to me now." She swiftly turned to you with her palm facing up.
"Money? What money?"
"The money I gave you yesterday for that painting competition. Come on, where do you hide it?" She demanded urgently.
"Why are you asking me that? What are you going to do with it?" You took a step back, hiding your bag behind you.
"Don't ask so many questions. Just give it to me, I need it for something urgent."
"Is it to bail that scumbag out of jail again? What has he done this time? Drunken assault as usual?" You scoffed.
"Shut up! He's your stepdad, have some respect!" She slapped you hard on the cheek.
"Eomma.." You cradled the left side of your face, tears glistening in your eyes.
Your mom looked guilty for a fraction of second before she lunged at you & grabbed your bag by force. She rummaged through it & found the money that she'd given you in an envelope.
"You don't need to join that competition. It's not for people like us." She avoided your gaze & dashed out the door.
You slowly bent down to pick up your bag as tears rolled down your swollen cheek.
Do I have to live like this forever? Can someone please rescue me from this hell?

-•-

You wandered mindlessly out of your neighborhood. Without realizing, your feet brought you to the gallery where your favorite painter had an exhibition. Unfortunately, it was already closed so you just sat at a bench across the gallery.
You were zoning out, listening to music with your earphones plugged in, when someone tapped your shoulder.
"Heyyy, what a nice coincidence." Dojoon slurred, obviously drunk. His two underlings trailed behind him.
Dear God, do you hate me that much?
"Go away. I'm not in the mood to deal with you." You shrugged his hand off & stood up.
"Stop being so cold. Come on, let's have some fun." He threw his arm around your shoulders & pulled you towards him.
"Get off me!" You frantically opened your bag, trying to get the taser but one of the boys snatched your bag away from you.
"No one will help you tonight, so just come with us. We'll show you a great time." He laughed evilly, making you shudder in fear.
"No!" You tried to get away from his hug, but he was too strong.
Just when you were about to give up, someone pulled Dojoon away from you & threw a punch on his face.
"Run!" It was Taehyung. He grabbed your hand & pulled you away, while his other hand was carrying something that looked like a grocery bag.
"Catch them!" Dojoon shouted.
You ran along with Taehyung until you reached a narrow dark alley.
"Let's hide here." He put his forefinger on his lips.
Your chest rise up & down in rhythm with his. His warm breath blew over your sweat-slicked skin.
It felt like deja vu, but this time, feeling his body so close to yours made your heart weirdly pound faster than necessary.
"I think they're-" Taehyung's sentence was cut off by a hand choking his neck.
"Hah! You think I'll let you escape again this time?" Dojoon snickered as he punched Taehyung's face, causing his glasses to fly off & drop to the ground.
"Kim Dojoon! Stop it! He's a teacher at our school! You'll get expelled for hitting him!" You tried to talk some sense into Dojoon, but he was too drunk to care. His underlings held your hands tightly behind your back, making you unable to get closer to Taehyung.
"Pfft.. I don't give a fuck what he is. All I want to do is beat him into a pulp now." Dojoon scoffed.
"Do-Dojoon ah, should we stop? What if we really get expelled?" One of his friends asked hesitantly.
"Shut up! Or I'll beat your ass too!" His friend's statement made him even angrier. He knelt down over Taehyung's body & beat his face & torso mercilessly.
Taehyung struggled to sat up, but Dojoon was too big & heavy for him. All he could do was cover his head with his arms in defense.
Taehyung's blood spattered all over the place. You couldn't continue witnessing the assault, so you bit your lower lip & shut your eyes tight.
"Dojoon ah, that's enough! Let's go. Let's just go!" Scared of the possibility of Dojoon killing Taehyung, both his friends pulled him away.
"That's what you get for getting in my way." Dojoon spat at Taehyung before he staggered out of the dark alley with his friends.
You immediately rushed to Taehyung's side & cradled his head on your lap. Angry bruises covered his face & blood seeped from the corner of his lips & nose.
"Kim sonsaeng! Wake up! Kim sonsaeng!" You gently shook him but he showed no response.
"Please, wake up. Please." You cried.