𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 ✔| J.JK × BTS

CHAPTER 15

He was tired. So much was going on and returning to this place, that school; it was too much. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to hurt them by involving them in his messed up life where he doesn't know what to do. But he wasn't blind. It was impossible not to see the hurt in their eyes when he talked to them like that Yesterday. But they will be hurt either ways. And it's safer this way. One thing that he didn't understand was– why weren't they angry at him for leaving without a word? It would have been better to see them angry at him instead of the hurt, pain and disappointment. But there he was again, standing in front of that school. But he really was tired so he just went to his class and sat down.

Throughout the classes he didn't pay any attention and just slept or spaced out. Damn, he really need to stop staying up a just to—

The bell ringed indicating lunch break. He hated lunch breaks. Everytime in every school the shit always goes down in lunch breaks. And the seniors weren't allowed outside the building. He went to the cafeteria, took the lunch and went to the table on which he sat yesterday. He smirked when he saw it already empty. 'I made them scared. How..... p a t h e t i c', he thought as he sat down.

Today there was no disturbance so he finished his lunch soon. He saw 3 boys coming his direction. 'Just when I thought I can be at peace today.....'

''Move.'' he said with a bored expression.

''Who do you think you are..... to order is around like that?"

''Lucifer.''

''You are just a stuck up kid with no one around you! You think we will be scared of you and call you Lucifer?''

In an instance he pulled the other two boys' hair and crashed their heads together, leaving them dizzy. The he placed a harsh punch on the the third one, giving him a cracked, bleeding nose and a bruise.

''You should have moved you fucktards.'' he deadpanned at them before going out of the cafeteria.
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Bts was shocked out their minds would be an understatement. 2 years ago he wouldn't even talk back to a person and– now, now he broke someone's nose and swore at them without a second thought. What changed? They knew that something happened. But what (?) they didn't know. They had to talk.
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After the school was over, he headed out straight for his car. But– he was stopped. By Bts.

''Bun.'' Jin said.

His heart swelled at the nickname. 'no.' he thought again and again inside his head.

''What the hell do you all want? Plus, Do me a favour, and stop calling me that.''

''Why are you being like this?'' Suga said.

''Like what?''

''Stop it.'' Jimin said.

''Stop what?"

''What happened to you? Where were you these 2 years? And what happened to our sweet little caring and loving maknae? Answer us!"

''I don't have to answer anything.'' He finally spoke up and pushed pass them into his car.

It hurt him. It really did. But what would he say? That he spent half a year being quiet and another 1 year locking himself up alone and crying before some sense was knocked into his brain and spent another half year sorting his messed up life? Hell, no!

They were better being kept in the dark. Pushing people away..... it was a job, that he was  t h e  b e s t  at.

He sighed and parked his car. He entered his mansion, changed his clothes, and went into the basement. He needed to let out some steam.

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