𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 // 𝑗𝑗𝑘, 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑘𝑡ℎ

7

Y/n POV :

Sitting in class for the rest of the lesson was hell. I wanted to cry and let it all out but I couldn't, and I certainly wouldn't. I had to be strong, and show them that they couldn't break me that easy, or they'd just have full control over me and my life.

What didn't help was that fact that i could feel eyes on me every second of every minute. And each of those eyes was paired with a evil grin. They found it funny. They found it hilarious that a girl just screamed in agony because of a boy with mental issues, yet it was okay because he was hot.

Waiting in frustration, the bell finally rang and everyone rushed out of the room, except me. I waited a little to prepare myself for the encounter I was going to have with this stranger.

But before I could even get up from my seat, Mr.Namjoon came to the front and sat on the desk in front of me. Where Taehyung usually sits.

He cleared his throat and stared at me with sympathetic eyes,"Are you okay? Because I know that moving you to the middle of the class was way against your comfort zone, and I for one opposed it but I was outvoted by the other teachers. So I guess I'm sorry about that."

I faked a little smile hiding my hand from him,"That's okay sir, I understand. You don't have to worry." I tried to force a reassuring smile but it seemed that he had caught onto the lie.

He moved the chair a little closer and looked at me in the eyes. This time I didn't see a strong role model in front of me, instead I saw a faltered smile filled with darkness. He sighed and spoke gently after a moment,"I just want to let you in on something.... I once used to be just like you in school. I was quiet and only payed attention to what needed attention, and I minded my own business- I even tried to hide myself from my classmates just like you. I was fine that way. But then one day my teacher moved me to the middle of the class because I wasn't interacting enough with the others. And I hated it, and I hated the teachers and all I wanted to do was sink into the floor."

I laughed a little feeling better by his similar story. That caused a little grin to appear on his face too. He seemed relieved. And so he continued with calmness,"They all told me that as time went by that I would be able to makes friends... but that didn't happen. Not even close, and it made me so depressed. In fact I just got bullied even more. And I felt pressured to be able to talk to other kids in my class, and the reality was that I couldn't. And that reality check always seemed to push me down. But I pushed through anyways, and I eventually went to university and I made amazing friends there.... So my point here is that, you don't have to feel pressured to make any new friends because you'll be fine even if you don't. And if anyone ever bothers you, because God knows what I went through, I'm always here to help. So just come to me if you need anything. Okay?"

I relaxed and smiled brightly at him. At least there was some sort of positive force holding me up,"I got it. Thank you sir. I really needed that."