His Elegance | Park Jimin FF

(3) Purity

Writer's POV

"Hey, Lee Sunmi!"

He yelled. All of the students flinched at his growl. They all wondered what had gotten into Jimin. He was not the typical kind of harsh and rude boy. He was the sweetest one. Always controlled and calm.
Sunmi was in the classroom with her friends. She got startled by his fierce stare. She winced back. All of them stood up from their chairs.

He came forward. His gritted teeth sent down shivers to her. She had not seen him that angry before.

"W-why Oppa? What happened?"

She stuttered. His stare darkened. Gosh, he looked like a stone. Cold. Harsh.

"O-Oppa why?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

His growl made her blenched. Then he moved forward. His cold stare held Sunmi's scared eyes.

"Don't you dare to touch her?"

He said in a low cold tone. He was almost inaudible. His dark stare burned sunmi's skin.

"And if you lay a finger at her. I'll surely teach you a death lesson. Understood!!"

He yelled at the end. Sunmi shook her head immediately.

"Y-yeah Oppa"

She mumbled.

"Louder!"

He snarled. Students behind him flinched in terror. They did not know this Park Jimin. He was a different person now. He did not look the same. He was a dark Jimin. Dark and cold.

"Yeah Jimin Oppa."

"Don't call me that! Listen here Sunmi. I will not tell this again. I swear I will not. This is my warning. Don't even spare a harsh glance at her or I will jus..."

He was about to lose his grip when a pair of shaking hands stopped him. Someone grabbed his elbow. He could feel those trembling hands even over his sleeve. He turned his head. Ilsa's sparkling eyes begged. Her eyes certainly pleaded.

Please. Please don't do this. Stop. Just stop. You are hurting me.

Her glowing eyes made him all weak. His black stare disappeared. Within a blink, he got back. His eyes moved at her shaky hands. He gulped. Then took a deep breath. He jerked his hand away from her grip and stepped out of the class. There was a dead silence behind. Only Ilsa's shaky breaths filled the silence.

"Look at her. She even seduced him. Her headscarf is of no job. You are a slut for sure Ilsa."

"Yeah! If you ever come in front of me again, I'll rip you apart. Move!"

A girl shoved her aside and stepped out of the class. There was a buzzing sound of silent gossips all over the class. Girls even hated her more. Some of them glared and cursed. Boys were curious about their relationship.

"Are they dating? Why Jimin is being so touchy about her?"

Ilsa's cheeks burned as she heard such nonsense. She rubbed her face and made her way out of the class. Everything got messed up. Everything screwed up. Just because of her. She was always the one making everyone uncomfortable. She was the bad one there. She did not belong there. She was a creep.

She harshly shoved her tears back. Her bandage had ripped because she did not let Miss Lee do it properly. She was terrified. She ran all the way here. She didn't want any drama but it got late. Nothing could happen. Jimin already made a scene. Jimin already taught Sunmi a lesson. Now Sunmi would teach her a lesson. A hurtful lesson. As her, brutal voice jingled in her ears, she grimaced. She ran towards the stairs. All she wanted a calm and silent place. Nothing else. No attention. She stepped over the stairs and reached the rooftop.