Nothing to me: Sope

Twelve

"Yoongi, we have school." I slowly opened my eyes, my face being right across from Hoseok's.

"Do we have to go? I'm pretty sure we can press charges against the school and Kyong."

"If you have the money for that, then go ahead, but for now, school."

"Fine, do you need a ride?"

"Yeah, but if you don't have space in your car I can drive myself."

"It's fine, we have enough room, I can just take one of my dad's cars with more seats."

"Okay, uh, where are your parents?"

"My dad is either at a hotel or at his office."

"Why would he be at a hotel, and where is your mom? She didn't come home with your dad when he walked in on us that day."

"It doesn't matter, I'm gonna go get ready." I tried to stand up and walk up the stairs, but pain shot through my ass. "Fucking hell."

Hoseok was pissing his pants laughing, but he still ran over to help me.

I shot him an annoyed glance, "God I hate you. How am I supposed to get around school and do marching band later? I'm not gonna have you to carry me around."

"You could ask Jungkook, he's really strong."

"Yeah let me just ask my friend's boyfriend for he-"

"Your friend's, WHAT!?"

"Nothing, forget I said anything." Hoseok set me down and I ran over to my closet, pulling out jeans a white shirt and a flannel.

"Yoongi, I don't care if Jungkook is dating one of your friends, but who is it?"

"It's Taehyung."

"That is so motherfucking cute."

"I know right, they're like little babies."

"I'm gonna have to introduce you to Jimin sometime, since I'm gonna meet all your friends in the car."

"Oh shit that's right, I'm gonna have to explain to them what happened, cause they don't exactly know yet, but I can explain what happened."

"Why don't they know?"

I rubbed my neck, "I just haven't gotten the chance to te-"

"Uh, Yoongi."

"What, what's wrong?"

"Look at your neck in the mirror."

I looked at the mirror hung on my wall and my face turned bright red.

"Shit."

"What're we gonna do?"

"Do you have makeup?"

"Why would I have makeup, I would expect you to have some for your black eye."

"This is not good I look like I went to a bar and got drunk as all hell, then got into a fight, then got fucked the shit out of."

"I mean the last part is right."

"THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT HOSEOK."

"Okay, sorry, just get changed and I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Do you need to borrow a shirt?" Hoseok was still shirtless from when I stole his shirt last night.

"Can you throw me one?"

I tossed him a FG shirt. "Thanks, baby." He winked and walked away.

I quickly threw on my clothes, brushed my hair and then walked to my parents room. My mom always had some cover-up that she would put on my bruises if I got beat up at school. After a few minutes of searching the drawers I put the makeup over my black eye and the hickeys that lined my neck.