“Yah”

Soa’s fingers stilled as they graced her metal locker, the cool texture keeping her at ease from the tension that she felt being bulleted behind her back. Taking a deep breath, she swiveled around with a remote expression set in her eyes. Anyone would’ve dismissed her gaze as an arrogant and cold one, but in truth Soa was getting kind of sick of all the threats and bullying and name-calling. No, she wasn’t even annoyed or angry at their actions, she just wanted them to stop and give her some time to breathe. To say that Hoseok’s fangirls were tame was an understatement. On the contrary, they were far worse than the said boy himself, and Soa couldn’t help but sigh internally at how she had put herself into this battlefield without even wanting to.

“Don’t give me that look” the leader of their small J-Hope fangirl gang- namely Nam Haeryung- scoffed, pointing a finger in her direction and shaking her head like she would do with a misbehaved child. Instantly Soa knew that she wouldn’t be a good mother, whether she had kids or not. She looked very vicious and aggressive.

“J-Hope oppa was right. You’re kind of worthless” Haeryung’s lips twisted into a mockery of a smile while Soa resisted the urge to roll her eyes and look away, knowing that if she did there would be even more trouble for her.

“Haeryung, we gotta go to class. Get done and over with it already” One of her minions, particularly called Chohee, crossed her arms over her chest and looked around the hallway with a frown on her face. Soa cocked her head at her and wondered why she didn’t seem as threatening as the others. There was something similar in her eyes, something that Soa had seen ever so often when she looked at her own brown orbs in the mirror.

But she couldn’t in the world place her finger on what exactly.

“God Cho, can’t you like wait?” Haeryung’s voice was edged with irritation, and if Soa hadn’t been standing in the middle of that small circle that crowded her against her locker, she would’ve burst out laughing in Haeryung’s face. But considering her position, it wasn’t really a good idea on her part.

“Oh my god, would you just look at that” Yulhee, Haeryung’s best friend strutted forward and tapped her cheek. Soa thought about running away at this very instant. Would she be quick enough to avoid them if she did? She contemplated on dashing down the stairs to her right.

She got shocked out of her reverie when Yulhee’s nails scratched her right cheek hard enough to draw out blood, and shocked, Soa cupped her right cheek with her hand and narrowed her eyes at the girl standing in front of her. Insulting her verbally was something, but hurting her physically was another. How dare they do this to her? This was practically violating her personal space!

“Ooh! We finally got a reaction from her!” Haeryung clapped in glee, suddenly reaching over “I wonder what she would do if we really hurt her!” And tugged onto her hair hard enough that a whole chunk came out.

“Ouch yah!” Soa’s hand came crashing down onto Haeryung’s when she slapped it away, holding on to her scalp for dear life. She wouldn’t be surprised if she found that blood was pouring out from the sides.

Sending the latter her deadliest glare, she tried not letting the anger in her voice take over her rationality “Are you ing crazy?”

She spoke with soft syllables, and yet anyone would’ve been a fool if they couldn’t identify the anger shaking up her soprano tone.

She would’ve never imagined that Haeryung would’ve slapped her, but she did. The blow whipped her head to the side, head banging against the locker when Soa had to blink back the stars that were forming at the center of her vision, when someone else tugged on her shirt and tried ripping it apart. She kicked and cried and screamed at them to stop, but the blows only intensified. One hand was holding her head to the metal locker, practically making a dent in it, while someone was busy tugging harshly onto her hair. Others were pinching and slapping every part of her body they could find, until Soa felt her body numb from the pain. Closing her eyes, she just stopped fighting back until they had finished with her. She thought that this would never end, that she would die with their blows, their scratches, their aching fingernails gripping onto her flesh and peeling the skin off.

“Stop that”

Two words.

Two words to stop everything that was happening around her.

 It became so still that Soa could hear her huge gulps of air, as her eyes were still squeezed shut, like she had been running a race and was dying of thirst.

Some shuffling of feet, some small curses and protests..

Then, a firm but caring grasp onto her shoulder.

Soa got pulled forward and head first crashed in the stranger’s very firm and very chiseled chest. A gasp left her lips when she opened her eyes to look up, a flash of recognition passing across her face when she realized it was no other than the mysterious boy from last time, the boy that she had searched to return his jacket.

He was here, very tangible and very very real.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His brows were furrowed, his mouth twisted into a frown.

“J-Jungkook Oppa..” Haeryung let out a small laugh. Soa thought she looked like a horse with her nostrils flared like that. “We were doing it for J-Hope oppa”

“He can take care of himself without you. He never did ask for your help to be honest” Soa shivered when he spoke. It was soft and velvet like with a tinge of masculinity that caused a girl’s insides to melt like chocolate.

“Who are you to tell us what to do?” The queenka’s tone darkened within a split second. Was she really the same girl that had been trying to be on Jungkook’s good side?

“Who are you to hurt an innocent girl?” He shot back without mercy.

“Jungkook oppa, stop looking for trouble”

“You stop it” he growled and pulled Soa along with him “Or you’ll pay for the she’s gone through”

And with that, he walked away with Soa in tow.

“Are you okay?”
 

He had brought her over to the rooftop where nobody usually went. Since the place was deserted, Jungkook found it a good hiding spot for the girl so that she wouldn’t be prone to any more bullying for the time being. He tried avoiding her and kept his gaze forward, not glancing back down at Soa who was busy trying to fix her uniform. They had pulled her buttons out of her shirt, leaving it open and ripped at the seams. Her skirt was full of dirt and was torn off the edges. She couldn’t even imagine how her face would look like.

She didn’t wish to know either. That could wait.

Soa had never been so humiliated in her whole life. She left like dying, her insides hollow and weary with the amount of blows she had received. Her bruised ego was far worse than the physical pain. Her body was filled with scratches, scars and more bruises that might take one-week minimum to heal fully, but her emotions were scattered across her brain like mini tornados colliding with each other, trying to console each other in vain. Biting her lips so hard in order not to cry, Soa looked down and felt like she had woken up after those three years… only to realize just how much she wasn’t wanted in this world. Maybe, maybe it was a sign, a sign that she wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place, a sign that maybe she must have been far better off dead.

She jumped slightly when Jungkook’s blazer slid across her shoulders and covered her small frame, keeping her gaze glued onto the ground for the second time that week.

Why was he being so nice to her?

“That’s the second time” Soa murmured, finally looking up into his mocha orbs swirling with …was that concern or worry ebbed in his eyes?

Her lips trembled, but she wasn’t about to cry in front of this beautiful stranger. “Why do you do this?”

Jungkook waited a beat of silence before replying softly “I don’t find it fair”

Soa was baffled “Pardon?”

“It’s not fair what they do to you-” his eyes clearly shone with a firm determination to make her understand that he knew exactly what kind of pain she was going through, and it made her feel like she wasn’t the only one feeling like this. Somehow, his words gave her hope.
“-Just because of a boy” He finished with a whisper and proceeded to take a step towards her.

Soa gulped “Are you.. Are you friends with him?”

A nod ensued, and slowly she shook her head with misunderstandings filling her mind, keeping her voice cool and stable when she muttered “You’re on his side, aren’t you? You’re trying to see how far I can push against you, how far I can keep up with all your crap”

She tried. She really tried being strong when she said it. But her voice cracked on the last word and already she felt her world crumbling down around her.

“I wouldn’t help you if that was the case”

His reply was so casual and so smooth, like was comforting her when she damn well knew he wasn’t. Anger simmered at the base of her stomach at how well he seemed to control his feelings and keep up this pathetic act. “Are you bullting me?”

He looked at her straight in the eye “No.”

“Then why? You’re his friend aren’t you?”

“I sometimes find him quite stupid, to be honest”

“You’re his friend”

“I know I am. But that doesn’t mean I agree with everything he says and does”

“How can you be so sure that he’s doing something wrong then? Maybe I’m the ” Soa scoffed at herself.

“Aniyo. “

“You sound so sure of yourself”

“I am” he took a step towards her “Do you have your pe clothes you can change into? It’s better than staying like this”

Soa contemplated for a moment of what to make of him. Technically, since he was her life savior two times in a row, she should be grateful. But that meant that she owed him some favors now, and she didn’t like the idea at all. But on the other hand, he didn’t seem like such a bad boy, and he was actually quite cute when he smiled, his dimples showing on each side and giving him that young innocent look.

“What do you want from me?” she murmured.

Jungkook blinked at her statement. “What?”

“I owe you, two times. That’s more than enough for me to feel guilty” her eyes gazed at his shoes then glanced up to meet his gaze “So what do you need in return?”

“I didn’t save you to get something out of it” he gritted his teeth. “I’m not like that”

“Then what do you want from me?”

“Nothing.” He exhaled “But if you insist to make yourself feel better. Help me out”

“With what?” she looked at him questioningly.

“With English Literature”

She gaped at him while hr jaw dropped open “Y-You want me to tutor you?’

He nodded, “please”

Dammnit. She was in for another rollercoaster ride.

What were his fangirls to say at that?

Hoseok smirked once he caught a glimpse of his victim walking out of the locker rooms in the gym hall, trudging across the basketball field without a care in the world as the school bell rung for dismissal. He was about to call out her name and make a rude comment on how she was hindering his view when he noticed her limping slightly. To anyone else, it might not have been such a big deal as it was barely noticeable that her right leg was slower than the left, but Hoseok had taken time to analyze her every movement and suddenly found himself frowning at the thought of her being hurt. What exactly happened to her?

He didn’t even notice that his feet had taken a life of their own, and soon enough he was running across the hall to meet her, swiftly coming to a stop in front of her and frowning when the girl only blinked once at him, then looked pas like she hadn’t even seen him.

“Yah. Kang Soa” he called at her attention. What he found the most irritating in especially a girl was when she wouldn’t even spare him a glance. That was just a sign that she was rude enough to be snobby and haughty. Kang Soa could definitely fit into this category.

She took a step forward to trespass him. “Yah” he said it more sharply, a threatening note hitting the base of her skull in fear.

But instead of stopping, she continued walking away when his hand suddenly gripped her arm and spun her around.

“What are you doing?!” She cried when he backed her suddenly against the wall of the school building, his eyes flashing in irritation at the girl before him. Why was he even doing this in the first place? He was just wasting his time bullying a girl like her, since she was as worthless as trash. She was even more worthless because she couldn’t stand up for herself.

“Don’t ing ignore me” He growled in her face.

Her nostrils flared in fury “I’m not your property”

More than annoyed, J-Hope grabbed at her chin and threatened “you’re pushing my limits Kang Soa-‘ but broke off suddenly when he noticed something weird.

She had a scratch next to her lower eyelid, like cat’s paws had gotten onto her face and left a scar. Although not as visible from afar, it glowed a sultry red and looked deep enough to hurt like hell.

“What the is that?” He snapped a bit too harshly. The girl in reply only shrank back against the wall, flattening her palms on the cool cemented surface and breathing in some air in order to restrain her sanity from falling over to the other edge. “What?” She made sure that her voice was remote and nonchalant enough.

“That” she got the shock of her life when he traced the scratch very gently- unlike the way he handled her- with the tip of his thumb while a frown furrowed his eyebrows. “How’d you get that?”

He was just a bit too close for comfort in Soa’s opinion, she could hardly breathe with him around especially in that tank top that unfortunately wrapped around his body well and defined all is muscles.

Her breath hitched slightly at the realization of his face being millimeters from hers. “U-Uh I got scratched”

“No ”

“B-By a cat” She wanted to slap herself for stuttering.

“Liar” he shot back coolly. Soa cringed even more against the wall when Hoseok’s hand trailed down her arm to analyze every little bruise scattered across her body like drops of ink splattered onto her flesh, trying hard to breathe normally and resisting against the tingles of butterflies against the tip of her fingers as it spread to her stomach with an unusual jolt. He wasn’t even concentrating on the fact that the position they took was practically one done by lovers, too preoccupied with the anger that was accumulating throughout his veins at the sudden possessiveness he took over her.

HE was the only one able to lay a hand on her.

HE was the one who started it.

Therefore, HE was the only one to bruise her.

And knowing J-Hope, even though he bullied her he would never inflict any real physical harm.

“Who did this?” he growled as Soa flinched under his red-hot gaze.

She said nothing.

“Answer me” His voice dropped lower, huskier, ier somehow- NO NOT Y! Soa was horrified at the thought. Instinctively, she used her hands to push at his torso and when the boy staggered back, half-blinking and in a state of shock she dashed across him out of the school, turning the corner so that he wouldn’t be able to see her from afar.

Her heart was beating like she had just run a race, the butterflies multiplying by dozens inside her stomach.

What was that?

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