𝙗𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 // 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 : 𝘰 𝘱 𝘦 𝘯

°~☆ seokjin - your celebrity boyfriend saves you from the bullies °~☆

y/n x seokjin - angst

warning: sensitive topics like bullying, harm, suicide, and strong language.

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y/n's pov.

i closed my eyes, keeping the tears at bay as the girls in front of me keeps punching and kicking me.

like what do they need? a toy to hurt? well, i'm not a toy. but what can i do? i'm being played and they said that i'm a slut for doing the project with their leader's boyfriend.

bitch, i need grades too.

i can't do anything. because if i fight them back, they wouldn't stop. and i don't want suspension. i wouldn't probably be able to get my moral certificate if that'll happen. and mom will probably scold me because of that.

"stop flirting with my boyfriend or i'll rip your head off, bitch."

i just layed my head down, and when they're gone, i stood up and fixed myself and walked away.

i don't want to cry, because i need to be strong and i don't want to show them that i'm crying because of their bullshits.

i walked to class, sitting on the middle seat beside the window. i looked at the field and saw the same girls who beat me up beating another girl.

students are there. watching and laughing at the poor girl who is being played like me.

we can't do anything.

the girl is the daughter of the administrator and she uses that to mercilessly beat us up. no, that sounded so brutal.

but she is, though.

i want to care and rip their heads off. but i don't want to get suspended or worse, to get expelled, so i just keep my mouth shut and my arms at my side.

i listened to the boring teacher talking about history. people says that i'm a useless nerd, but i actually don't care about studies.

i'm capable enough to not study but still pass the exams.

well, that's what my dad taught me. advance study helps a lot.

my thoughts were interrupted by a paper thrown at the back of my head.

i looked at it and noticed that it has writings on it.

'want to suck mine after class?'

disgusting.

i crumpled it again and threw it on my bag.

this horny guys probably need to grab their ass to hell and play with fire in there.

the last few days where kinda hurtful for me.

guys hitting on me and grabbing my hair and my ass at the same time, the girls kept beating me up which had me bruises on my arms and legs.

mom and dad are worried sick but i can't tell them.

they'd probably sue me for not telling them but i couldn't care.

sometimes i feel weak, and i keep crying at my sleep. sometimes i feel suicidal.

i just want to go to the school's rooftop and jump my life off and kill myself.

but mom and dad needs me. as my boyfriend needs me too.

the class ended. and i walked to my locker to grab my things to go home when someone pushed me at my locker making my head slam to the metal door of the lockers.