Zico walked me to my locker after class, trying to make sure I was stable. The song he was talking about struck a cord in my chest... That was the song that Jonghyun used to play for me before we started dating. Ironic, huh?

When we got to my locker, I tensed when I saw Jonghyun leaning against it, with his eyes focused on his phone. Zico saw what I was staring at a said goodbye before he left, leaving me to deal with Jonghyun.

"Jong--"

"I thought I told you to wait in the infirmary." He spoke, an edge to his tone. I took a step back on instinct, and I didn't realize it until Jonghyun embraced me in a hug that we had an audience. As soon as he hugged me, the crowd of fan girls soon left.

He held onto me, not letting me go.

"You scared me."

I tensed, hearing those words from him.

"I thought I lost you."

"Jong--"

"Don't, okay? Just, don't."

I kept quiet, letting him hold onto me regardless of how sore I was. When he finally let go, most of the students had already left to go home, but his friends waited for him.

Even Yonghwa.

As we got closer to his group of friends, Jonghyun squeezed my hand, reassuring me. I greeted Minhyuk and Jungshin, but when it came to Yonghwa, I hesitated.

"He-hello Yonghwa."

"What's the whore doing here?" He tsked, completely ignoring me. I took a step forward, but Jonghyun held me back, a glare in his eyes.

"She's not a whore, she's my jagiya."

"You say that now," Yonghwa, the leader of the group sighed, pressing his hand to the back of his neck. "But when the truth finally comes out, then what?"

"What are you talking about?" I spoke up, but got glares instead.

"What are you talking about?" Jonghyun's cold eyes narrowed as he squeezed my hand harder.

"Oh you haven't realized?"

"Yonghwa-" Minhyuk tries to pull the elder back but it was no use.

"Your 'Jagiya' has been whoring herself around BTS and Block B, two of our rivals."

"Yonghwa, what the fuck are you talking about?" I shout, completely bewildered.

"Eun-ah." Jonghyun snaps. "Shut up."

I furrowed my brows. What happened to the sweet Jonghyun that was hugging me a few moments ago? I yanked my hand, trying to get out of his grip, but he merely gripped onto me tighter. So tight that it hurt. I bit down on my lip in pain. I tried to look for help, but it was just us in the parking lot.

Minhyuk and Jungshin averted their eyes, I knew they weren't okay with what happens to me, but they just went along with it, making them just as bad.

"Jonghyun that hurts.." I mutter, but he squeezes harder, making me whimper.

"Yeah, and I'm hurting too, so just shut the fuck up." He snaps, yanking me along to follow him. The other three followed behind us silently and I swear I could sense Yonghwa's evil smirk from here.

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"So what if I hang out with them?! They treat me better than your friends do!!" I shout as Jonghyun grabs a fistful of my hair, slamming me against the wall. I grip onto my head, biting my lip as tears started to fall from my eyes.

He grabbed my hair again, pulling it up for me to face him.

"Did I say you could speak? No. Now learn- your- place." His hand flew with every word he said, hitting me.

I wanted to stop crying. I wanted to be stronger so things like this wouldn't happen to me. I wanted so much at that moment as the tears continued to flow.

I screamed. I screamed so loud that I bet the boys could hear me from the living room as Jonghyun continued to beat me. My head snapped viciously to the right, the vile taste of blood was beginning to form in my mouth. I sobbed, slumping down to my knees as Jonghyun let go of my hair.

"I... can't handle... this any...more..." I panted, struggling to speak. I looked up at him with teary eyes. His eyes were cold, dark, and filled with sadness. He loves me... I know it... But why does he do this to me?

"Please... Please... "

"Please what?" He spat, watching as I curled into a fetal position, my body shaking. His expression softened a bit as he wrapped his arms around me, carrying me to the bed.

"Please... Stop hurting... me..."

He laid me down gently, pressing his lips gently along my jaw line, trailing until he reached my lips.

"I'll stop when you stop hurting me," he whispered against my lips. My mind was too numb to understand what he meant, but soon I drifted off to sleep.

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