(Y/N's POV)
Embarrassment and humiliation flooded through me as I stared at Bambam, who was peering his dark eyes into my own. Why was he staring at me this way?
As he slowly inched forward until we only had less than a feet between us, his hand started to stretch out, his long, slender fingers reaching for my surprised face that flickered with disgust and fascination at his morose, handsome face.
There... There was something attracting me to him, I could feel it. Like he was a black hole in my wide universe, and immediately I felt like I couldn't breathe and I couldn't break eye contact with this person and he was coming closer and CLOSER -
"Y/N!!!" A voice cut through the awkward quiet like a knife as a person came barreling through the crowd of students, easily parting them like fish in the sea -
It was Jungkook.
As quick as lightning, Bambam's hand withdrew, and hurriedly gave a huge gap between my small body on the ground with him standing, while not ever putting his coal eyes off my frame.
Jungkook's muscular body immediately dropped next to me, and his long arms circled my shoulders protectively. His large, bunny-like brown eyes looked at me directly, and asked, "Are you alright?" Upon my slow nod of confirmation, he swiveled to glare at Bambam with his arms still around me, impossibly drawing me closer to his body.
As Jungkook and Bambam glared at each other with pure hatred, the other Bangtan Boys parted through the crowd and reached me on the ground. "Y/N! Did you get hurt?" Namjoon asked worriedly, his wide, panicked eyes betraying his calm voice. "Your clothes! Come on, Y/N, let's get you cleaned up." Jimin said handing me some tissues while sneering out of the corner of his eyes at Bambam, who was continuously staring at me. Something's wrong with him.
Or is something wrong with me?
I smiled gratefully at the 7 boys and grabbed Jin's outstretched hand to stand up whilst stealing little glances at Bambam's angry face. "Don't worry about him." Yoongi growled, handing me my backpack that was strewn damaged across the floor, "Jin Hyung will take you to the bathroom to clean up. This guy's up to me now." With a threatening step, Yoongi started to advance towards the sneering Bambam, who was now smirking and intimidating Yoongi at the same time.
"Yoongi, I'm OK. Let's just go." I quickly stepped forward and grabbed Yoongi's sweatshirt, clinging onto it for dear life. He looked surprised, and after one last despising look at Bambam, he retreated back to our side, never taking his eyes off his prey.
Two taps were felt on my shoulder, and I whipped around to face Taehyung, who's head was tipped curiously to one side while staring deeply into my Y/C/E eyes. His heart shaped face tilted towards the direction of the cafeteria doors, immediately portraying his desire to get out of this mess. When I turned my head slightly to avoid his unfathomable eyes, I made eye contact with Jisoo, who was speechlessly staring at me along with 200 other students in the cafeteria with her mouth wide open like a goldfish with her lunch tray still in her hands. I took hold of her hand and quickly dragged her out of the cafeteria with the Bangtan Boys trailing behind, not giving even one glance to the mess behind me.
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(Bambam's POV)
"Sir, are you alright?" I hear Rose ask next to me which I don't reply to.
That girl.
That girl.
Something is different about her. Her source, her ego continues to call to me like a siren even as she gets farther and farther away from me, from the cafeteria.
