His Gang Is Called BTS

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You woke up tired as fuck because last night you stayed up studying for midterms today. You took your shower and got dressed but you noticed that you still had dark circles under your eyes. So you put some makeup on and walked out of the door. This was your last test of the year then you would be out of there. You were excited because of the fact that you just turned 18 a few days ago and you were officially considered an adult.

"Help!"

You turned your head slightly to see a girl getting jumped by multiple girls, she was on the ground while the rest stomped her. 

You were going to mind your business and walk away but the girl called out, "Please! Help me!."

You turned your head again to her and she held her hand out while looking at you desperately. You automatically sighed and walked over to the girl at your own pace.

You said, "Ya! What are y'all doing? This isn't a fair fight," while pushing past them to help the girl up.

One girl pushed you back and said, "Who are you? Get out of the way."

You rolled your eyes and said, "I'm Y/N, now move."

You almost had the girl off of the floor but someone had to push you again. You fell onto the ground while the other girls started laughing. You touched your nose to find a bit of blood coming down, she must have pushed you hard.

You were mad! No, Furious! You got up and punched one of the girls in the nose. She fell back with a loud thud. The other girls looked at you and stepped back while one of them was quivering. 

You said in your head, "C'mon, I didn't even hit her that hard."

You sighed to yourself while picking up your backpack. 

You said to the girl, "Get up, let's go."

The girl looked around and then hurriedly followed you.

You were walking ahead of her when she said, "Slow down please."

She sounded desperate but a bit scared. You slowed down your steps in the moment of generosity.

She said, "Thank you for earlier."

You nodded. 

You didn't really want to talk to her but when you looked at her, she smiled and at that moment you felt as if you could open up to her.

You smiled faintly to yourself and she said, "You have the cutest smile."

You blushed a little.

You finally said, "So, why were you getting beaten up?"

You mentally slapped yourself because you didn't mean it like that. You wished you didn't have such a blunt mouth. You just call it as you see it, Can you blame yourself?

The girl put her head down and said, "I like this boy and turned out one of the girls there liked him also."

You nodded your head hearing her explanation. She went on and you started to get bored about it but what made you listen to the conversation again was when she said, "They were all in a gang."

You stopped yourself dead in your tracks. The word "gang" triggered you. Your parents were in opposite gangs and both ended up being killed. So, you had no one. But lately, you have noticed some weird things like you felt as if someone was following you. You lived alone, and you depended on no one else but yourself. No one else knew about this, it was your biggest secret you held close to your heart. Sometimes you wished your parents were still here but maybe their not dead. You still have that feeling like their still here.