POV Jisoo

Dinner is over. During him I found out that my parents get along well with JungKook. And my mother suggested that we go somewhere together on this weekend. So she wants us to spend more time with the guy and get to know each other better. This seemed a little strange to me. After all, if we are engaged, do not we already know enough about each other? Feeling like trying to reduce us. In any case, they agreed on a joint trip to a house outside the city this weekend, and I did not turn down. I wanted to know JungKook better, and it was a great opportunity.

-Well, are we saying goodbye?- JungKook stopped on the threshold and looked at me. I had to raise my head, because the guy, as I noticed just now, was pretty high. On my head, if not two above me, - Are you sure that you are ready to go to school?

- Yes, - I nod confidently, - I do not want to sit at home and spend time trying to remember something. I think that in school everything will be much easier to remember.

-I see you're determined. Well ... then until tomorrow, -he smiles and leans closer. I hold my breath for a moment, thinking that he is going to kiss on the lips, but he just kisses my cheek. I freeze, I look at him and quickly take it away. - Do not worry, tomorrow I'll be with you all day, so that you feel more comfortable.

-O-okay ... Thank you,- nodded and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, head down.

-And the habit did not change,-the brunette said to himself in a half-voice. I look at him uncomprehendingly, and he just waved his hand at the parting, and, walking up the street, leaves.

-What is he talking about? - I quietly ask myself, frown, but then turn around and head to the house.

POV Rose

Flashback

That day, on the very first school day, I still managed to somehow find the teacher Pak Se Jung. He turned out to be quite a young and pleasant man. Despite all the things he had to do before the first lesson, he greeted me and politely led me to the principal's office, then said good-bye and said that he was waiting for me at the first lesson and indicated to which office he needed to go .

I liked him. Well, as a person and a teacher. Because at once it is clear that he is good and, at least, he will not fill me up in class, as my teachers from the old school did. I think you can rely on him.

After acquainting myself with the director - a woman in a strict suit and with a large bunch of hair on her head, I gave her the papers she had examined, then we discussed some more things, and I hurriedly said goodbye just as the bell rang. Running through the empty corridors, along the way, I searched for the office that I needed. I found it pretty quickly. Stopping and taking breath, I straightened my hair, breathed deeply and opened the door.

-Oh, new student! - I did not have time to enter, as the teacher immediately noticed me and smiled affably. I bowed and looked around the classroom. I recognized a few faces familiar to me, others curiously inspected me, - Well, why are you standing there? Come here, -the man waved his hand, beckoning closer. I obediently approached and turned to face the class.

-Maybe some of you have already met our new student. The rest please give her a warm welcome!;, - the teacher turned to the class, - Park Chae Young moved to us from Australia just recently. I hope you will help the new classmate adapt to the school. Cheyoung, now he was talking to me already.

- Yes?

-What is your middle name, Rose?

-Ah ... Yes, but how did you know?- I asked quietly. The Teacher only smiled.

- Well, you're new, after all. I must know everything about you. So how do I call you? As it suits you best?

I thought for a while, and then I answered confidently.

-I've always been called Rosie ...

-I think you're used to that name already. I will call you as you like.

Wow ... What a good teacher. The director called me a Korean name, and he worries about how it will be more convenient for me.

-Well, choose your free place, and we'll begin the lesson,- the man nods toward the class. I go ahead, but I do not have time to look around, as I notice on the first desk the blonde girl I met before the lesson.

-You can sit here.-She smiles a bit and claps her hand on the chair beside her.

-Lisa, but is not Jisoo sitting there? - someone from the back rows asked loudly.

-Sits, but I do not think she'll be against the new one.- The Lisa turns around and falsely smiles at the unfamiliar guy, then turns away and the smile disappears.

-Sit down,-she says again, nodding at the chair.

I obediently pass and sit down next to me, taking off my shoulder bag and hanging it on the edge of the chair. Lateral vision I notice on the near row of the guy I know. He does not take my eyes off of me, smiles cunningly and waved his hand briefly. I just snort and gingerly turn to the girl opposite.

-I think you'll get accustomed to it,- she says quietly to me. -I think you were popular at last school, did not you?

The girl slyly squints, not looking away from me, which can not but embarrass. There is something poisonous in it ... I noticed this from our first meeting. Should I stay away from her?

-Where did you get it? - I chuckled.

-Well ... you're pretty and do not look like a gray mouse. Only the first day here, but already attract the attention of others. Even Pak's teacher, and behind him, you know, - she leans closer, - There are a lot of girls running around here.

-I'm not interested in that,-I shake my head, showing that I'm not that kind of person and I'm not interested in such things.

-I already understand this,-she smirked, glancing curiously at me. -I think ... we'll be friends,- not asking, but arguing, she says, shaking her head.

I did not say anything, and only smiled with politeness.

-Ah ... is not it here? - I show in my place.

-Do not worry, Jisoo will not be here today. I think she will like you, too. Although ... - she thinks for a moment, winding curls of hair on her finger and continuing to curious look at me - ... not a fact.

- Fox, I certainly understand everything, but could you meet at a break? Be kind, - the teacher turns to the blonde, and she only smiles radiantly at him, like an old friend.

- Of course, we will.

So it was my first acquaintance with Lalisa. I feel on the turn still a lot of people. And what is this Jisu, about which everyone is talking like that?

After several lessons, my desk suddenly had a lot of curious eyes. The girls looked around, jostled and left in silence, but the guys lingered. They all tried to meet and talk, which a little confused me, but later I timidly answered all the questions.

-So you do not understand Korean very well? - asked Hoseok, jumping on the next desk.

-No, I understand everything, but sometimes it's hard to say,-I replied, to which the guy shook his head knowingly.

- Come on. And in the back room you showed me your vocabulary brightly, - a sour voice was heard from the side. That guy, just passed near us and threw a sly look at me, to which I did not say anything.

"Do you know each other already?" - raised one eyebrow Jimin.

-No, I do not,-I shook my head.

- Aha, the coward. I call her that now. Do you remember that girl who photographed us on the street? So ... This is she.

Damn it...

The guys listened to him and, as if on a team, they transferred even more interested views to me.

-So you gave us up after all ? - Hoseok immediately jumped off the desk and looked at me angrily from the top down.

- No, no! I did not give up anyone! - I turned my head. The guys looked at that guy, he nodded, and they calmed down.

- That's not her. But I have bad news for you, smell a rat –YoonGi snorted, a guy with blond hair and a pleasant appearance. But I do not think that he has the same kind of character. He curiously examined the entire class and stopped looking at the girl passing by us. I do not know anything about her yet, but I noticed that she always sits alone and even with no one, never spoke. Now she passed us with an empty bucket, but as soon as she was not far from Yoongi, the guy put the girl on the step and the girl, unable to restrain herself, fell immediately. The guys giggled. Yoongi gave five to Hoseok, as if he had just won a game.

-Well, student Kim, what do you say in your defense, m? Why have you betrayed us? - with a sarcasm the blonde has responded to the girl.

- Why did you do that? Do you seriously think that this is it? - I approached the girl and helped her to rise, then frowned, throwing a disapproving glance at the blond man. He was slightly surprised, not expecting me to stand up for the protection of the girl. She silently got up and calmly tucked her skirt up, without even glancing at the guys.

-Do you also have a personal bodyguard, then? - was heard from that guy, whose name I still do not know, but he already pisses me off.

-No, I just hate bullies,- I snorted and looked at the girl.

She continued to remain silent, quietly straightened her skirt, without even glancing at the guys and at me.

- Are you okay? I asked her. She looked up at me, not expressing a single emotion. Feeling like she's dumb. I do not know why I think so.

I continued to look at her expectantly, and she finally slowed down, nodded to me, then picked up the bucket and went on.

-She's already used to it, do not worry,-Lisa replied, silently watching me all this time, leaning her hand on her chin.

-She is used to it? Are you ... always treat her like that?

-As soon as the opportunity comes up,-Yoongi snorted, jumping off the desk and passing me, he clicked the lighter. I see him with her for the first time this morning.

-Hey, the break is over now. Are you with me? - he turned to the guys, and they followed him lazily. That guy paused beside me.

- And you, the newcomer, I recommend not to relax. Then at any time you can become a victim, so ... - he leaned a little closer, and I on the contrary - ... be more careful.

Grinning at last, he followed the others.

-Are you sorry for her? - suddenly asked Lisa without a smile, with her trademark "ice" expression.

- I just do not like it when strong offend the weak. Especially when it comes to guys. It's humiliating, "I said confidently.-You can think me too correct, but I do not care, -I said with an indifferent expression on my face and immediately regretted it. I did not want to offend her. I think it sounded rude, but no. To my words, Lisa smiled rather.

-Hmm, I think we'll really make friends,-she nodded and rose from behind the desk.- We're going to dinner. I'll show you everything here, at the same time and get to know each other.

POV Jennie

The headman still made me clean up the puddle at the door of the class, and while they were dining, I scrubbed the floor. Nothing special for me. I'll have lunch afterwards alone. It's not the first time.

When I finished with the mop, there was still time to start the lesson and it was my chance. I immediately grabbed the bag from my chair and ran towards the back door. At lunchtime there was usually no one there, and I managed to stay alone and eat delicious sandwiches prepared by my mother, and sometimes me. Leaning against the stair railing, I bit off a slice of bread and stared thoughtfully at the brick graffiti wall opposite.

After a minute of meditation, I took out my phone from the pocket of my jacket and clicked on the notes. Today, a lot of things were planned, and the phone always saved me when it was necessary to distribute my day on the shelves. For example, after lessons, I have to run home to two, then half an hour quickly have time to change clothes, cook, something to eat sick mother and myself, then hurry to the first work in the cafe. There I worked as a waitress. After several hours of work there, I again hurried home, did the same thing as after school, and again went to night work, where she worked until late at night. Mom did not encourage this kind of earnings and asked to wait until she recovered and settled for a new job. But I could not work. We were always aground, and this was the only way out of the situation. After a late arrival home, I did not fall asleep for a long time, since I had to do homework, so I often suffered from lack of sleep. But I "drank" it with a lot of coffee and somehow I lived on. Yes, in such a short period of time so many things have fallen on my shoulders, but I'm not complaining, since I have nowhere to go. We have to put up with all this.

Having dealt with the schedule for the day, I blocked the phone and put it back in my pocket. Then she took a worn notebook out of her bag and opened the last page, took out her pen and began to write down.

Today the new one helped me to rise when Yoongi made the bandwagon and I fell. She even asked if I was okay. It was unexpected for me, because besides the teacher Pak and Jeon, nobody ever offered to help me at this school. And suddenly ... we'll be friends with her? Well ... with this girl? Although, what am I saying? She hardly ever remembered me now. She was picked up by the Fox and the others. So now she is the same as they are. Nothing new. Another person in their gang. But I do not care. For everyone. Even on the same Yoongi ... I want to spit. So I want ...

I do not have time to finish the last sentence, as the creak behind makes me shudder and turn my head. Seeing who went out into the street, I hastily close the diary and reach for the bag to hide, but one of the friends of Lisa has time to snatch it from my hands, which makes me already uncomfortable. If they read it, there will be a complete collapse.

-So, what have we got here? A diary? Hyeri smirked. A girl with a short haircut, which is so fond of squeezing the local guy.

-What does our little one write there?-The Lisa approaches us and asks indifferently, without even looking at me.

-Give it back,-I ask quietly, to which the girls respond with mock-surprised exclamations.

- Wow, but you can talk? Wow.

- Yes, it's funny. Come on, let me look - to my greatest dismay, Fox takes a notebook and starts flipping.

God, what will ... What will happen, let it not stumble on that page, please do not let it come across!

The blonde smirked, reading the lines, then looks at me with a strange look and just silently holds out the notebook, which I immediately tear out.

-Let's go,- she nods to the others.

-Did not you want to ...

-I did not want to,-she interrupts Hyeri and the girls, shrugging their shoulders, follow the blonde.

They left as suddenly as they had come. Thank God that she did not notice that page. Or ... did she notice?

I heaved a deep sigh and finally stuffed the diary back into my bag. Then she pulled out the phone again and checked to see if my mother called me, walked to the front doors, but pulling them I heard a knock and someone's hoarse moan. Startled, I stared at Yoongi standing in the doorway. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his forehead with his hand.

Omo, did I really hit him? How did it happen ..

I stumbled around beside him, not knowing what to do and what to say, while the guy rubbed a sore spot on his forehead.

"Um ... sorry ..." I said quietly, looking at the blond with regret. He raised a slightly irritated look at me.

- You? - Looking me over from head to foot, he came closer, - What did you say? Did you apologize? - he glanced at the phone in my hand and immediately snatched it. I did not even have time to blink.

-Are you blind? Can not you see where you're going? - Without looking at me he buried himself in the phone, as if the fact that he took it was in the order of things.

I froze, not knowing what to do now. She looked at the blond one, then on the phone in my hand and wondered what would happen now.

He did not say another word, Yoongi pulled away from the mobile, threw a short glance at me and turned around, strode down the steps from the porch to the bottom.

I was even more confused and quickly followed him. Walking after, I wanted to ask for the phone to be returned, but there were no words. Just looking at the back of the departing guy all the words, then forgotten, and his head stopped working. Yoongi heard me rummage after him, stopped and turned.

-Will you follow me for a long time? You'll get the phone tomorrow, as a token of punishment. And do not follow me anymore, I'm not in the mood to play with you, -he said indifferently and strode on.

Not in the mood to play? Play?! So who is playing you ask? God ... Can not you just give me my thing? God ... What a pity that I can not tell him any nastiness. Otherwise, he will eat me with giblets ... So it's better to be silent.

I stopped and looked pitifully at the trail of Yoongi walking along the street. I wanted to burst into tears right here, from the fact that I can not help it. How unfair! Well, why today? Right now he needed to take him ?! Today will be such a difficult day. How do I without a phone? In such a difficult period he is my everything. I always call my mother and my boss. And now, the devil knows when I will be returned! What to do? Maybe ... there's still a chance?

I looked after the guy. Yoongi was already quite far away and turned a corner at the end of the street. I rushed after him with all my might. Of course, I will miss the lesson and I will probably be punished, but no matter what.

Running through the street to the end, I braked near the turn and gingerly looked out. He was not far away, and it was possible to follow, remaining unnoticed. But what will it give me? Maybe ... if I'm tired of him, he will surrender and return it? Or is it the other way around, terribly angry? Still worth a try. I need a phone and I just will not give up.

I stepped behind Yoongi trying not to be too close to him not to notice. So we passed the whole street, at the end of which the guy turned to the side and opened the gate of the small house. Does he live here? It seems that he really lives. I did not think that his house would look ... like this. I always thought he was as rich as his friends, but ... it seems all wrong.

I go to the gate and look around the yard. The blond is nowhere to be found. He would not be able to enter the house so quickly, would he? While I look around the area, from where I do not, Yoongi appears. I, like scalded, jump from fright and stagger back. Yoongi comes to me from the yard and sighs.

-Apparently my words did not affect you at all,-he says, everything is coming, and I silently look at him, trying to create a more plaintive look, hinting at why I'm here.

-Stop following me. I will not give you the phone, and do not ask why. I just ... do not want to, -he shrugs, making my face stretch out.- So, get out of here quick. Then I'll think of a wish for you, and if you do, I'll give you the phone. Now go away, -the guy whistled and nodded toward the street.

- Yoongi... M-me ... I really need my phone, - with my head down, I squeezed out a few words.

- What are you mumbling about? - he exasperatedly exhaled and was suddenly close. - So it is necessary? Excellent. Do you have anything to offer me in return? M? No? I'm afraid you will not agree to be offered to me. So it's better to leave in a good way, - I dare to raise my eyes to the guy. He calmly looks at me, but his eyes read seriousness and this is a little scary. Although he is a bully, he knows how to push people away with his own gaze. It's always scary.

Me too. He just does not know what situation I'm in now. Bloody moron. And selfish. He thinks only of himself ... How I hate such people ...

Yoongi pretty humbles my silence, specially twirling my phone in his hands, but then he silently stretches it out. I blink my eyes in surprise, but I still accept the phone. He seems to want to say something else, when suddenly the doors of the house behind us open and two appear on the threshold. Crying, cursing and mats are heard. Jung's malicious smile instantly evaporates. He turns to the house and freezes.

A woman and a man are shown in the yard. The second one, shouting and dragging the woman by the hair to the center of the yard, then brutally throws to the ground and continues to swear. The woman screams and cries. From such a scene, I'm shocked, my mouth opens, but what followed, shock me even more. Yoongi breaks into a run, flies into the yard and with all his might beats a man in the face.

-Motherfucker, do not you dare touch her!" He growls. A woman breaks to her feet and staggers to the guy.

-Yoongi, that's enough. You do not need this, - she prays. I just froze, watching this scene, which instantly unfolded before my eyes. Yoongi stands, gazing witheringly at the rising man and clenching his fists.

- Here's a jerk! Cried the furious man and suddenly punched the blonde's face with his fist. He falls to the ground, but undermines himself in a moment and is about to strike back, but the man intercepts his fist and slashes his foot into his stomach. Yoongi again falls and groans. The woman screams, cries and asks for help, holding the man by the hand.

- Please do not! Do not do this again!

- Fuck off! Whore! He shouts to her and pushes his hand away.

I trample on the spot. Not knowing what to do. What should we do in this situation? I'm just at a loss. Call the police? Who is this man? Who is he for Jung? Why is he so cruel to that woman? What is going on?! Lord ... Help him!

I shudder my hands over my mouth when a man approaches the lying Yungi and begins to beat his legs severely. You can not hesitate. Every second counts.

I convulsively pull out the mobile and with trembling fingers I dial the number of the police.

- Hello, please ... Come on the street ...

- YA! What are you doing?! The man screams. He noticed. He noticed me ... It's bad. I'm already shaking. I raise a frightened glance at the approaching man. -Where are you calling to ?! Who are you anyway ?!

I have time to say the address in the tube before the mobile is torn out.

-What the fuck ... This cop called!- Growls a man. Only now I realized that he is drunk. And very angry,

- You want to earn problems? M? Problems ?! He screams as he approaches. I step back, but my legs do not hold and the thought of escape is now meaningless. I'm not strong in physical education and if I run right now, I just fall and will not get up any more.

- Come here! - The man swings, and I squint and turn away, waiting for the blow. But nothing happens and I open my eyes. Before me stood Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok, Namjoon, JeongKook and in front of them lay that man and groaned heavily, holding his face. That was unexpected. Seriously ... How did they get here at all ?!

- Here's a fag ...

- Ya! There are children here, "Jimin nods at me and Taehyung silences, not having time to finish the bad word.

Jungs comes up to us and spits blood, kicks a man in the stomach.

- Bitch! - Again kick, - Bastard! - and one more.

-Ya, calm down! He already got his, - Jeongkook pushes his raging friend.

-It's good that we were on time,- Namjoon smiled weakly, patting the blond man on the shoulder.

I'm still in a stupor, frightenedly watching the guys, breathing heavily. Before my eyes, a mini-action movie has just unfolded, and my classmates are in the lead roles.

-Oh, the loser has witnessed this performance,- Hoseok nods at me and the guys turn their heads in my direction.

-Yes,- breathes Kook, squinting.

-Hey, I got your phone back. What was there all this time? He almost hit you. So burned with a desire to be beaten?

- I ... Me ...

- Me, I am. What am I"?! Get out already! Until I beat you myself, "the blond man sniffs maliciously.

I turned and, blinking a few times, nodded weakly.

- Aish ... Okay, come on already! I'll figure it out myself ... "he waved.

"Yoongi, are you all right?" - The blonde is suitable for that woman.

- Mom, do not cry. Everything is already fine, "Yoongi said tenderly to her and hugged her. The woman begins to cry, and I ... fucking away. She's his mom ?! That was a little unexpected.

After watching the company a little more, I remembered the lessons and quickly ran down the sidewalk, hoping to catch it. I think that today I will remember for a long time.