A sharp pain from my collision with the wall caused me to collapse onto the floor, clutching my head, wincing in pain.

It's happening again. As always.

I slowly opened my eyes, looking up to see the person who purposely shoved me. Huffing in anger and gritting my teeth, I stood up, trying to ignore the pain, and glared at Raehyun. I knew that acting up might not be the best idea, but I've gotten the consequences every single time that guy messed with me, and it would happen no matter what I do so I might as well defend myself for as long as I could.

After doing so, I realized that I had nothing to say. Raehyun was inches away from me, giving an intense stare, and me being his target for the past six months, I immediately knew that the next thing that would happen would be physical and painful.

Trying to keep an equally intense glare on my face, I racked my brain for options I can consider.

Hit him?

Or

Run?

A glare grew on his face as he got closer to me, trying to close the gap between us but I back away until I reach the wall, trying to conceal my surprise and fear with a more baleful gaze.

"Listen sweetie," he starts off, making me internally coil in disgust once I read his lips. You don't tell someone to 'listen' when you know that they physically can't. With the look that Raehyun was giving me, it made me wonder if his intentions were to harass or hit on me.

Raehyun opens his mouth to speak again but I didn't need any more of it. The things he did and put me through really made me question why I had let it happen.

This time, I felt a need of change. Averting my focus from Raehyun's lips and words he was saying, I angrily shoved him as hard as I could and turned to walk away back to class.

I was surprised of my own actions and I could tell he was too because the next thing I knew, Raehyun had caught up to me and sent me to the ground once again.

I wasn't the kind to fight but Raehyun surly was. I pushed back all the words he was saying and closed my eyes anticipating another hit, and it did come leaving me out of breath and regretting my actions.

What had I done to deserve this? It was no use trying to fight back, even though I've always believed it.

"Help..." My voice wavered as I tried to call out but as expected, the hallways were empty and quiet. Raehyun paused and I looked up at him with a pained and bitter expression. He took the chance to let out another insult before shoving me one last time and walking off with a smirk.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't mad.

I was furious.

With tears of anger staining my cheeks, I was still on the ground, clutching my head in pain for the second time.

I didn't want to get up, and I didn't care if Jungkook was waiting for me in class, worried for me.

I was alone; always. And there isn't anyone who could change my unfortunate life. With that thought, I crawled towards the lockers and leaned back, with more tears brimming my eyes.

In that moment I felt the ground vibrating with what I presumed was footsteps coming from the classrooms, which meant that the class had ended.

I felt a presence in front of me a moment after but ignored it and kept my eyes closed, not caring about what's happening.

Just by closing my eyes I can easily block out the entire world and while doing so, I felt how lonely I really was.

The blackness somehow resembled all the saddens I really felt.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. Then another. I could tell someone was trying to talk to me but I was profusely tired.

The person started shaking me trying to wake me up, and finally gave in and I opened my eyes just ever so slightly to see a very worried, and wide-eyed Jungkook gripping onto my shoulder and repeatedly calling my name.

"Y/n! What happened? What's wrong? Who did this to you? Please open your eyes Y/n!"

I open my eyes all the way to let him know that I'm okay and not passed out and Jungkook stopped, his face flushing with relief.

Wow, he really is worried about me.

I'm not used to this much kindness and care...

Jungkook's eyes quickly scanned over me with the most genuine look of worry I've ever seen. Jungkook must have dropped everything to come look for me. I blinked away my tears and tried to focus on what he was signing.

"What happened, Y/n? What's wrong?" His hands shook a little from... fear? Why was he so worried for me? This happens nearly everyday and only now someone besides Tae notices?

I shook my head in a dismissive way to show that I didn't want to answer. Talking verbally was one of the things that bothered me the most and my hands were hurt and bruised so it would hurt to sign too.

Jungkook paused not knowing what to do in the situation, and looked around for anyone that could help. The hallways were empty once again as the students had already gone down to the lunchroom, ignoring me and him on the ground.

I look back at Jungkook, silently hoping he would help me get up. And after a split second, Jungkook gently held my arms helping me up as he muttered a few word that I didn't catch.

"Thank you," I mumble, making him smile back.

"Let me help you to the nurse's office," he signs. I frowned and shook my head. "Why not?" He asks. "You're hurt."

"Lunch. I'm hungry," I replied, trying to change the subject. Jungkook had a look of concern but nodded as he offered me an elbow which I gripped onto as he helped me through the corridors and down the stairs.

"After we eat, you have to tell me what happened," Jungkook signs. I look back at him and thought about it. He's so kind. Should I trust him?

We were both still walking, staring at each other, me holding onto his arm for support and Jungkook anticipating an answer. I found this moment somewhat... hot. My cheeks threatened to heat up and I decided that it was just right to tell Jungkook.

I nodded once again and we headed to the lunchroom.

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