✮ ⋆ ENHYPEN ˚｡𖦹 ⋆IMAGINES ｡°✩

☆ Bullied☆Jungwon ☆

There was a kid in your class that always got picked on.

He always came to school with bandages and bruises on his face.

He just seemed like he was incapable of being loved or showing love.

You wanted to stop that. You felt horrible for him.
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One day, you saw him get jumped by a couple guys after school. They leave him on the ground, in a puddle of his blood and with more bruises on his face.

As everyone passes by, ignoring him, you see him as he slowly sits himself up. He has an unreadable expression on his face. Once he's sitting, he lets out a sharp breath, wincing as he tries to stand up.

Everyone is long gone now, but you notice that he's still struggling to stand on his own two feet. He's holding onto one of the school walls to keep himself from falling back down.
He seems a bit dizzy at the moment as he attempts to stabilize himself.

You felt horrible seeing him and walk towards him. "Let me help."

He seems surprised that someone is even talking to him. As you approach him, he seems a little bit startled but quickly composes himself. His eyes lock with yours, and he says nothing for a bit.

"..I'm fine."

He mumbles quietly. He seems to be avoiding eye contact, but it's a little bit difficult since you're standing right in front of him.

You smile softly, trying to look friendly. "Trust me, I won't hurt you."

His eyes glance back at you, looking you over slowly as you speak. Even when you smile, he has a more serious look on his face. He continues to hold onto the wall for balance as he listens to you.

"You don't seem like the type."

He mumbled, his eyes studying your face. There was blood on the sides of his face and small cuts as well. The bruises from previous days are still visible and discolored.

You hold his arm, helping him stand.

He seems hesitant to allow you to touch him, but he lets you anyway, slowly.

Once you have his arm in your grasp, you feel how firm his muscles are. However, he's a bit unsteady on his feet at first, but he quickly regains his balance as you help him stand.

He stands with your help; he's much taller than you, looking down at you as his eyes scan your face again.

"You alright?"

"He stands there with you, looking down at you quietly for a few moments. He doesn't seem too keen on small talk, but he answers you reluctantly.

"I'll be fine. It's nothing I can't handle."
He says it with an expressionless face.

"Let's take you to the nurse's room."

He doesn't argue back, letting out a quiet sigh. It seems like he's getting used to the idea of you trying to help him.

As you start to lead him towards the nurse's office, his footsteps are heavy, yet he tries not to put too much weight on you as you help him.

"..thanks." He mumbled quietly.

You help him sit and walk to grab a warm towel. "Those buillies can be too much sometimes."

He sits down on the edge of one of the beds in the nurses office, watching you as you grab the towels and clean off the blood and dirt on his face. You can see that there were even more cuts and bruises all around his face and neck.

He doesn't respond to your comment; he seems a bit closed-off. Probably too used to being bullied to even bother complaining about it anymore.

He sits there silently as you wipe the blood and dirt from his face. As you do so, you can see that he has a busted lip and a cut on his cheek.

The bruises on his face look pretty bad as well; some of them have healed a bit, but the ones from today were still pretty deep.

He sits there quietly, letting you clean off his face. Even despite his serious demeanor, it's difficult not to notice just how attractive he is.

He just sits there quietly as you grab the bandages and start wrapping them around the bigger injuries. Even though some of them look pretty painful, he doesn't flinch at all.

As he sits there, you notice that you can actually see a few more cuts and bruises on his arms and hands. They also seem pretty severe. He just sits there silently, watching you work without saying anything.

"You're used to this, aren't you?" You say
He doesn't respond to your question at first, simply sitting there in silence as you continue wrapping the bandages.

After a few moments, he speaks, his voice low and expressionless.
"Yeah, it's nothing new."

You look at him. "That's not good."

He sits there quietly without saying anything more. He just lets you finish cleaning him up and wrapping the bandages, his expression blank and serious. Even with all the cuts and bruises on his face and body and the pain it must cause, he still sits there and doesn't complain.