"I need to talk about something..."

"What is it?" he sits down next to me, not letting go of my hand but stroking his thumb over it to comfort me. I stare at him, thinking about what Jungkook told me by text. "I'm scared you could hate me..." I tear up without wanting to, feeling a tight knot in my throat. "Hey, I'll never hate you, princess. You know it," he takes my hand in both of his tough and warm ones. "Don't be scared to talk to me about anything."

I straighten up and get onto his lap to wrap my arms around him but cry, and he embraces me in a reassuring manner. "Something bad happened..." I speak out about it like Jungkook told me to, despite how disgusting I feel, I need to do it. "At school...there's a teacher...he used to do and say some things to me..."

"What type of things, honey?" he rubs my back, my heart beating fast and hitting me in the chest. "He already touched me...and he already said some things to me..."

/ flashback \

12 pm.

"Y/n..." Mister Park runs his fingers through my hair as I'm sitting on my chair and doing the work he gave me. "Yes?" I keep my eyes down on my book, feeling him standing right next to me and never taking his hand off of me. He sighs heavily but bends over to plant a kiss on my head. "Would you like to come to my house to work a bit more? I'll be free this Sunday."

"I want to stay with my dad...I'm sorry, Mister Park," I tell him the truth, not wanting to be with him at a place that I don't even know. I know he wouldn't want to only work with him. "Not even for a day? Your dad won't always be by your side, you know."

I ignore his hurtful words, feeling some pain at the sound of it like no one else could feel because of something like that. "Hm? What will you do when you have a boyfriend?"

"I don't want a boyfriend...My dad is more important," I lower the tone of my voice, hating him for the words he tells me. "You say that because you don't know what it is to have a man, sweetie," he chuckles but slides his hand down to my neck. "You'll change your mind once you know what it is. I can assure you, you will forget your dad."

"No..." I shake my head, not believing into this. My dad is the only one who means everything to me, the only one I trust, the only one who made me feel loved. I'm too attached to him to even think about being in a relationship.

"Baby," a chortle escapes him, his fingers running over my neck. "A man can give you what your dad will never do. You love him like that because you're young, but once you grow up, once you reach nineteen years old, he won't love you that much anymore, you won't be his little princess anymore because you'll leave the house, have a man, you will love that man more because that's different."

I remain silent, thinking about this happening but fearing it.

/ end of flashback \

"Honey..." he sighs but holds me tighter as I cannot take those words and actions out of my mind. "Now he's gone because Jungkook showed a video to the director, where we can see him touch me...but I feel horrible..."

"Do not feel horrible or guilty for what happened. You're not at fault, and you've never done anything wrong. All right? He's an adult, he should never have done this to you, neither use those words to manipulate you. Look at me," his hand comes onto my cheek to make me gaze at him, and I do it. "I'll always love you no matter what. You'll always be my little princess. Always," he wipes my tears away. "And my love for you will never fade away, even with the time, this will always remain as strong as it is now. I do not want you to feel guilty or bad for not talking about it earlier, even if I wish I could have been aware of it right at the beginning, I'll never be thankful enough for what Jungkook did. I apologize for not being there like I should have been to protect you, honey. I'll make sure this doesn't happen to you again. I hope you'll talk about it if something happens because I don't want you to deal with it on your own, and I'll always be there to support and help you. All right?"

"Aren't you disgusted...? Don't you see me differently because of what he did...?" I look into his eyes as my teary ones are blurring my sight. He cups my face with his hands but caresses my wet cheeks. "Honey, I'll never be. I still see you the way I always did. However, there is something that I want to know, I know how hard it is for you to talk about this, but I need to know what he did to you. You don't have to use the words you don't want to, but I want you to let me know what he's done."

"He put his hands on me...a lot of times..." I choke up on my words as he's trying to calm me down. "Where? You can show me with your hands," he removes his fingers from my skin, so I point at my thighs. "Here..." I go to the inner part of it, then to my stomach, my hips, my breasts. "And my neck...and back...but he was always making me bend over to be behind me...a—and...he once asked me to make him happy and show him that I'm grateful for what he did after a lesson....and...he once opened his pants in front of me and...made me touch him, I didn't want to, so I just did it once and pulled away and then Jungkook came into the room...I was so scared, papa...I'm so sorry for not reacting...I thought he cared about me at first and that he just wanted to be kind...and that he liked me...I don't know why I did that..."

"Do not apologize, honey," he pulls me closer and takes me in a hug. He presses a kiss on my temple and combs my hair, doing everything to help me to calm down since he knows what could happen. "He didn't do anything more, right? You know what he could do, hm? But he didn't do it, did he?"

"No, he didn't," I shake my head. "Gosh..." he exhales, keeping his hand on the back of my head. "He's lucky he's fired now, or else I would have had a serious talk with this guy..." he tangles his fingers in my hair but squeezes me in his arms. "My princess...I promise nothing like that will ever happen again."

"I don't want you to feel bad, I'm fine because I have you," I encircle his neck and slowly find a way to stop crying. "How do you feel in your head about this? Does it hurt a lot?"

"No...I'm okay...I just...I'm not feeling like...scared or affected by it because...I liked him at first, and I didn't realize it was wrong because I just thought I was his favorite and that he found me pretty...or good enough to be attracted to me...I was stupid..."  I tell him the truth to get it off of my chest. "Don't say that. You were not stupid. You're young, you don't know how some men can act to get what they want. I'm relieved in a way to know that you're not deeply affected by this though..."

"Thank you so much..." I show how grateful I am to have him as a father, who cares so much for me and would do anything to make me happy. "I love you, honey. I don't want you to believe the opposite, all right? I'm here for you no matter what, and I'll never love you less or feel different towards you. That will never happen."

"I love you too..." I wipe my tears away but stay in his arms. He rubs my back and smiles, his cheek rising against my temple. "You can fall asleep here, I'm going to stay here and read till you fall asleep, so you don't have to be scared. All right?"

"Yes," I trust him and go back on the mattress. I tuck myself under the blanket while he's grabbing an ottoman and coming back, and I lie down. He positions the furniture close to the bed and bends over it to rest his forearms on it, but he takes my hand in his and looks at me. "Do you want me to sing to help you fall asleep?"

I nod to him. I love when he does this, especially when he sings my favorite song and makes me doze off in short seconds because of how soothing his voice is.

— Next day —

Thursday, November 19, 2020.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

9:30 am.

Taking a break after running for the longest time I could, or more what my heart was allowing me to while seeing y/n giggle and talk to Korain after stopping. I could have run until the end of this class, but I cannot handle their closeness, even if they're just friends, I don't like him. I just don't like to see her with another guy.

I stay next to my best friends on the bench, panting and sweating after pushing hard to do enough sport. I swallow some cold water but keep my eyes on y/n, who's sitting on a yoga ball while staring at Korain, who is sometimes peeking at her and smiling. 

I breathe hard but close the bottle I'm holding, crushing it in my grip out of anger. I lick my lips and sigh heavily.

"What're you doing?" the corner of his lips curve up, gazing down at her with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. She shrugs and grins, dropping her eyes on the ground but moving onto the ball.

"Stop grinding onto it, girl," he chuckles, speaking with a weird accent I've never heard before. Is he really Korean? Something sounds different in his way of speaking. "I like doing it..." she doesn't stop but glances up at him. "Do you want to try? I'm pretty sure you'll look cute on this."

"No, stay on that thing," he shakes his head but puts his eyes on the students who are still running. The more I look at them, the more I feel like something happened between them. What if she gave him a blowjob too? Or what if he's the one who touched her?

I cannot get those thoughts out of my head.

"Stop staring," Hajoon whispers to me, but I raise my eyebrows and gaze down. I clear my throat and glance up at them again, uncontrollably. Y/n grips on the handle of the ball, slightly bouncing on it but grasping the guy's attention while she's looking down at the ground and turning in another direction.

"I wanted to ask you something," Hajoon attempts to bring my attention to something else as he must be feeling the rage inside of me. "Do you know why Mister Park has been absent these days?"

"I showed the video to the director," I tell him the truth. I know y/n asked me not to talk about it, but I couldn't, I couldn't let this pervert take advantage of young girls. "Oh, seriously? Dude, that's great news...now he's finally fired."

"Yeah..." I agree with him but do not show my happiness about it, my eyes landing on y/n and Korain. "Haven't you said that you're tired?" he keeps his eyes on her. "Yes, but only to run," she never stops showing a delighted face to him. She stands up and leaves the ball on the ground to move up to him and stand by his side. However, his eyes don't stay on the right spot, he gazes at her and loses control of his actions by dropping his focus on her breasts.

All of a sudden, some rain starts to fall, the drops of it hitting the shelter above us resound through the quietness. I lean back and rest my back against the wall but see y/n and the guy step back, coming closer to us. I drift my attention away since I don't want to get caught staring, and I drink some more.

However, another guy joins them both to stop running but only speaks to Korain. He tries to catch his breath, ruffling his wet hair but laughing with him while y/n is standing aside and not saying a word anymore. She fidgets on her spot, remaining with her hands in her pockets while watching Haneul run under the rain with other students. The guy that came up to them takes a peek at her, holding his bottle and looking her up and down. With no shame at all, he feasts his eyes on her breasts, acting like he never saw a girl without a bra. He licks his lips, and his eyes move towards Korain, but the look he gives him burns me from the inside.

They both burst into laughter, but Korain pushes him away. "Leave us alone," he runs his fingers through his hair and licks his lips, but y/n turns in another direction and glances at something. Why do I feel like he's using or playing with her?

"Bro..." Hajoon hits my arm in a kind manner to get my attention, making me look at him but direct my eyes towards the area he's pointing at. "Her shorts..." his words leave his mouth, and I notice a red stain on her clothing that must be caused by her period. I bite my lips but react instantly to make sure no one else sees it, I stand up and move towards her.

"Come here," I back hug her and bring her to the bench, getting her to frown at me. "What are you doing?"

I sit down with her to have her body between my thighs. I do not say anything yet but take my t-shirt off, not caring about the fact that I'm now only in a pair of sweatpants, I do my best to wrap it around her waist. "Can you explain to me what you're doing...?" she asks. I set my eyes onto hers and answer in a quiet voice. "Your period...there's a stain on your shorts."

Her facial expression changes in the blink of an eye, and her cheeks catch a red tint, making me feel soft. "It's fine, just wait a little before going to the restrooms."

"I don't...have any left..." she hugs her own body, nervously, showing some discomfort. Well, I don't have anything to help her, but maybe I could ask the only girl I talk to often. "Didn't you know about it?"

"I did, but I forgot them at home..." her voice exudes less confidence now that we're talking about this. "Well...uhm...wait a minute," I take my phone out in a discreet manner and get in my messages to text Ruby.

[ hey, do you have a pad or tampon? It's for a friend... >

I now wait for her answer, hoping and crossing my fingers for her to be quick. I pass my hand between y/n's waist and arm, encircling her body and checking on her cheeks. I smile at the sight of her redness but take a peek at Hajoon, feeling his stare on me.

As soon as our eyes meet, he smirks and has a glimpse of my hand that is touching her. I sigh but feel shy, so I glance away to check my phone.

< oh really? I thought it was for you🙄 Yes I do have a tampon ]

"Is it okay for you?" I show her the text, and she reads it. She nods, so I answer Ruby.

[ can you give me one right now? Try to find an excuse to leave the classroom it's urgent >

< is it for your girl y/n?😏 ]

[ just give me that tampon and shut up goddammit >

< only if you give me five dollars. That stuff is expensive... ]

[ youre a bitch I'll give u those 5dollars just stop making her wait! >

< thank you🥰 ]

I lock my phone now that it's done, and I put it in my pocket. "My friend's gonna arrive with it," I wrap both of my arms around her, and she acquiesces. "Aren't you cold...?" she lays her eyes on my bare torso for a furtive second, and I smile at her. "No. I'm a man."

"But a man can be cold too..." she leans back and rests her body onto mine, warming me up with her temperature. I hold her a little tighter and take her warmth, feeling the comfort of this gesture cause some delight after the wrath I was feeling because of the other guy.

"Doesn't your stomach hurt?" I speak in her ear, but she doesn't move her head. "A little...and my back," she tells me, bending her head back to lay it on my shoulder. I want to cuddle so much right now, this would be the perfect moment for her.

"Do you want some kisses and caresses?" I whisper in her ear, feeling her shyly curl up against me and smile. "You're not a little brat in this type of situation, hm?" I peck her skin but stare at her. At the feeling of my lips, she brings her face closer to her shoulder and pretends to be too timid. "I'm never a brat. You liar."

"You are a liar—"

"Here," Ruby interrupts me. I glance up at her with surprise, and y/n lifts her hand up to her, getting Ruby to give her a pencil case. "It's inside."

"Thank you," she answers and opens the item, doing it discreetly, she gets the tampon in her pocket while I'm witnessing everything and thinking about how she's going to put it inside. "I'll give you your five dollars at the break, so no need to wait here," I glare at this girl, but she stays and looks at y/n. "If I was you I would take what you wear off and simply wear this, this will last for the rest of the day."

Y/n nods to her, and she smirks at me to leave. "Do you want me to come with you?" I ask her, and to my greatest pleasure, she says yes with a movement of her head. I stand up but instantly pick her up before she could go away, I keep her body against mine and head to the restroom, passing under the rain as fast as I can.

As soon as we reach the building, I push the door and enter it with her to put her down on the floor and let her get in the bathroom. However, I don't leave, I follow her.

I open the door of the bathroom but see her rush into one of the cubicles, so I stand before it. "Are you gonna keep this pair of panties on?" I ask her, wondering what Ruby's sentence meant a minute ago. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well...I'm doing like all of you girls do when you come here," I shrug but chuckle, turning around to face the mirrors and try to do my wet hair. "I'm always alone when I come here, you know."

"Yeah...but whatever," I don't persist, hearing her pee. "Are you gonna keep them on? There's a stain on it, isn't it?"

"I only wear a skirt, how am I supposed to do?" she replies, not agreeing with my idea. "That would be a turn on though..." 

"Oh yeah, such a turn-on with the tampon in, and the small string dangling out of it," her response gets me to laugh like an idiot behind the door. "That's just a detail," I act immature, even though I wouldn't mind seeing her in a skirt with nothing underneath. "Just keep quiet. I don't even know how to put this on..."

"Do you want me to help?" I smirk, pulling my hair back but touching the knob of the door to get ready to get inside. "No thanks."

"Come on, that's what good boyfriends do," I dare to use this word, fearing her reaction to it. "But you're not my boyfriend," she says, almost spitting it at my face without even realizing the effect it just had. I let go of the knob and don't say anything more, feeling hurt by what she just told me and made clear.

I knew it, so why am I disappointed and hurt?

I tuck my hands in the pockets of my sweatpants and wait for her to go out, silently. I lay my eyes on my reflection but try to discern what is wrong for her to not fall in love with me after all the things we've done together. Maybe I'm not attractive enough? Not cute enough? Not her type? Or maybe she believes that I don't like her because I called her ugly and continue to call her a brat? Maybe my behavior makes her believe so.

The door next to me opens, and she flushes the toilet, before going out and stepping towards the sinks. I follow her, willing to ask a serious question to which I want the truth. "Have you done something with him?"