I fell to the floor grunting.
"__(Y/N)__!" Jungkook and Sehun yelled my name.
I didn't think they would hit so hard, I mean they both look scrawny as hell.
But when I looked at my leg and opened my shirt to look at my waist.
I saw 2 huge bruises.
All the guys came running towards me,
What. The. Hell.
One of the student council members came barging into the classroom.
"Yah! What's going on?" He yells.
He saw me on the ground in pain and picks me up bridal style.
I screamed in pain as he touched my wounds.
"Did you guys do this to her?!" He yells.
"I did." Sehun and Jungkook both say at the same time looking down at the ground with
"Ugh, you freaking idiots." He says in anger.
What's his name?
"Joesonghabnida Sunbae," al the Guys say taking a bow.
"Aish, I'll deal with you guys later." He says walking out the room carrying me still.
Sunbae?
He rushed to the nurses office, and laid me onto the nurse bed.
"Gwenchana?" He asks.
"Ah ne." I say.
I moved a little and felt a hug pain from my waist feeling my elbows give up on me as I'm trying to hold myself up.
"Those guys." He says.
He grabs the bandage kit from the drawers and starts wrapping my leg the area that Jungkook hit me,
He must be a senior if they called him Sunbae.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
He looked up at me, smiling.
"My name is, Yoseob." He says focusing back on wrapping my leg.
He finished wrapping it and tied it tightly, I flinched a little from the right wrapping.
"Ita!-" I says.
(JAPANESE SAYINGS)
"Mianhae," he says getting up to get another bandage roll.
"Gwenchana." I say with a light smile,
"So, you're japanese?" He asks taking out another bandage roll.
"Ne, how did you know?" I asked confused.
"Well, that japanese saying. (Ita-) is something japanese people use oftenly." He chuckled.
His smile was so heart warming.
"Yeah.. Aha." I say laughing innocently.
"So what are doing here? In Seoul?" He asks.
I lift up my shirt so he could wrap the bandage around my waist.
"Uhm, my parents. All that stuff." I honestly didn't want to talk about it.
"Ahhhhh, I see." He says nodding his head focusing on the bruise on my waist.
He was pretty darn cute for a senior, I mean there are thousands of guys in this school. What's there to expect?
"Don't mind those guys, they've been fighting ever since the freshmen year." He says tying up the bandage together so it could hold,
