pretty girl | sope

{ nine }

{ now playing : everything i wanted, billie eilish }

// TW // light violence

"excuse me?" yoongi jaw fell slightly as he scoffed, bringing his hand back, slipping it into his pocket as he slung on his backpack. "do yourself a favor, and don't look at it if you don't like it."

the boy stood and stared at him, yoongi was sure he would've stopped him if it weren't for the teacher who threatened to call over the principal if they hadn't left. the bell for second period had rung awhile ago, yoongi would just have to walk in late.

he stepped out of the classroom, he felt uncomfortable, to say the least, but a little more at ease to be out of that classroom and away from that boy-

yoongi felt a pair of hands shove him forward as he stumbled sideways, his shoulder crashed against the lockers. he felt a presence walking toward him.

"you again? dude, you got a crush on me or something?" yoongi scoffed, avoiding the way his heart pounded harshly against his chest as he stared at the boy from before.

"you wish, pretty boy."

he regained his composure, standing up and glanced up at him. "don't fucking push me."

yoongi stepped aside, silently pleading the boy would just leave, as the hallways were empty, and class was still in session.

yoongi felt himself being dragged by the back of his jacket and a pair of hands held him up by his collar. yoongi shakily exhaled, feeling himself being lifted off the floor and once again, slammed back into the locker. the locks dug into his back as he winced, glaring down at the boy.

"would you just-"

"pretty boy has a mouth, doesn't he." the boy smirked, clenching his fist and yoongi only kicked at his legs.

"let go of me i swear-" yoongi seethed, his throat felt tight and his hands were sweaty as the boy snickered. yoongi could barely blink before he felt himself falling, the familiar feeling of anxiousness bubbled inside of his stomach as he felt the pressure of the floor jabbing at his limbs.

the boy had dropped him.

"why you motherfuck-" yoongi let out a gasp as he felt a sudden, crushing weight on his fingers, he looked up and saw the boy smirking down at him.

the boy purposefully pressed his shoes a little harder on yoongi's fingers and the pain shot through yoongi's hand.

"my bad." he feigned innocence and yoongi involuntarily sighed in relief as the boy finally lifted his foot off his fingers. "next time- don't talk back , pretty boy." the boy crouched down, and yoongi held his fingers with his other hand, the pain stabbed at him as he leaned back against the lockers.

the bell had finally rung and the boy only smiled, tapping his shoulder a few times before standing up and walking in the other direction.

yoongi felt the pressure leave his shoulders as he relaxed against the lockers. he hadn't experienced this kind of bullying since sophomore year, he smiled bitterly.

"is this what deja vu feels like?" he whispered to himself before pushing himself off the ground shakily.

sophomore year was a tough one, it was honestly a familiar, shocking feeling to be like pushed against these lockers again.

a sudden jolt of pain ran through his fingers as he winced.

he didn't even know if he could bend his fingers, he looked down at them and felt a pang at his chest as he saw his nail polish slightly chipped.