Hannah POV
It was a few days since jungkook was sorta nice to me. I feel like shit my legs are so sore
Flashback
I was in the shower. The water acting a invisible comb, brushing my hair and the thoughts of doing it was great. But I couldn't fight it any longer, I grabbed the jagged blade and started to draw on my legs. The blade being the pencil and my legs being the paper. The pain was rushing through me.Flash back ended
I walked into dance class, the room was empty as I knew that the majority of the kids in school, had a school trip and everyone found it to be a way to get out of classes but frankly I didn't want to go.
Oh shit. I brought the wrong bottoms. I brought shorts not joggys. Fuck. I got changed and am glad noone could see them. I was walking into the studio until I saw jungkook he was practicing dancing. I had to walk in but I pulled down my shorts a little bit, took a deep breath then pushed the door then entered.
He turned almost stunned, looked at me up and down then turned to face the mirror, is he blushing?
"thought u were at the trip"
"I thought the same about u" I pulled down my shorts then looked at the floor.
"oh okay, well better get on then " he shuffled awkwardly. I walked over to the mirror making sure my shorts stayed down. They weren't showing anything which was good then I turned quickly. I hated looking in the mirror for too long.
"why do u do that?"
"do what?" I didn't understand what he was on about.
"u can't look into the mirror too long I've noticed this u don't like mirrors?"
"no no it's just well I just don't like what I see" I say looking at the floor, biting my lip.
"why u look beautiful " he said, realized what he said and turned away.
"am going to the bathroom and stop biting your lip" before I could reply he walked out.
What did he mean? Bit my lip? I don't mean to do it? Wait a second. He called me...
Beautiful...
It was the end of the day and I stayed at the library until it was 6 it was night as the whole school was dark. No one was at the school apart from the cleaners.
I went to my locker and got my bag, when I closed my door. Jimin was standing leaning against my locker. He scared me.
"oh jimin u scared me haha"
"am sorry gorgeous " he said standing up straight. He then stood in front of me.
"Erm its okay" I was nervous, I was kinda flustered as he called me that.
he came closer until my back was against the lockers. My heart was racing.
"j-jimin w-what are doing?"
"I can't help myself...i just wanna..."
He leaned in and I put my hands on his chest, then he pushed them up over my head and he started to lean in again and kiss my neck.
"jimin...please stop..." I tried to push him and move free but he was too strong for me. He then started to move to my caller bone and I let out a small moan. He continued and I tried my best to move.
"please...stop!...jimin! Please!"
"what? U want more"
"no!...get off of me"
Before I knew it I was let go and my eyes opened to find jungkook, with a really pissed off look on his face. Jimin saw and backed away.
"leave..." jungkook said. Jimin didn't say anything and ran.
"u okay?" he said. I couldn't feel anything, I felt my neck and started to tear up.
"yeah..." I said through tears, jungkook saw and started to hug me. I was surprised from this act and hugged him back.
"your not...am sorry Hannah that this happened to you" he said and I was shocked and surprised. I thought he won't care or anything.
"don't worry Hannah, he will have a serious word from me"
I could only cry softly. That thing that happened made me remember what happened at Queensferry.
"thank you jungkook" I said. Those were the only words I could push from my lips.
"don't worry Hannah everything will be okay" I nodded" I promise"
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