Bruise

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   Being the sister of the 'one and only bad boy' of the school Bighit High School isn't fun at all. He usually has at least 3 girls around him per day while I get at least 3 beating per day. My bullies really don't let me have a day off so everyday I have to prepare myself.

I don't tell my brother because I know he'll tell something to the bully and they'll come back at me harder for telling on them. Anyway my brother's, or Namjoon's, group consist of 6 other people. Kim Soekjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. Some of them also have nicknames, such as, V, JHope, Suga,and his is RM. They're known as BTS. Every girl wants to be with them and every boy wants to be friends with them. Everyone envy's me for being related to Kim Namjoon and bully me because they think I don't deserve it.

"Y/N! Wake up! We got school in an hour!" Namjoon yelled from downstairs.

"Yeah, Yeah! I heard you!" I yelled back.

"Oh and Jin is coming to pick us up!" He said.

I had already gotten slightly changed but when I looked in the mirror but it didn't look right. I ended up changing about 4 times and settled with a short white skirt and black top. I put my hair in a messy bun and applied light makeup.

 I put my hair in a messy bun and applied light makeup

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"Y/N! Jin Hyung is here!" I hear Namjoon yell.

"Coming!" I say back.

I grab my backpack and other needed supplies and walk out. I see Jin and Namjoon but what you didn't expect to see was that the rest of the group were here. I sat on Namjoon's has lap and scrolled through your phone the entire ride.

If I were being honest, I do find BTS cute but Namjoon would hardly let me see them. He's a very overprotective brother. That just adds to the bully problems. I wish I could have one boyfriend but thanks to him I've been single all my life.

Well...

There was one guy who liked me, Soobin, but he was like a brother to me so when we went out it felt weird. Eventually we figured out we both weren't meant to be. A couple years later he had to move away after 12 years of being best friends. We still try to keep in touch but we only text ever so often.

It took time but when Namjoon told me to get off I looked up and I was at school. The car was immediately swarmed with fangirls and guys trying to win them over or offer anything they had.

Fan girl:
"Jungkookie oppa!"

Fan girl 2:
"Omg Hoseok I love you."

Fan boy:
"Uh hey uh please let me get your bags?"

Fan boy 2:
"My family's super rich, you guys should come check out my place sometime."

It was like this everyday. Everyone would talk to them and I'd have to squeeze my way out of the huge crowd of 'adoring fans'. The only person I talked to was Huening Kai. He was the only person who liked me. Since I was categorized as a weirdo at this school.

"Hey Y/N." Kai said walking up to my locker. "Hey Kai. I was thinking, wanna come over to my place?" I asked. "Yeah sure but won't your brother-" "Either he won't find out or I'm gonna have to have another talk with him about my friends." I said cutting off his question and heading to start the day at this prison.

Class wasn't the problem with school it was usually lunch. Namjoon forces me to sit next to him in his group. This time I'm bringing Kai because they always leave me out. So I can finally talk to someone.

When we got to lunch and I sat down with Kai I immediately got stared at by Namjoon. "And you are?" He asked rudely. "He's a friend Joon, stop worrying about it." I said. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and turned back around.

Of course the fangirls came trying to flirt with them. They'd accept the compliments and throw them away.

Girl:
Oh my god, Taehyung you look so handsome!

Taehyung:
Yeah thank you, you can leave now.

Girl:
Oh uh ok bye then.

That's how the usual conversation between them would go. It was slightly sickening but I had to deal with it since Joon wouldn't let me leave. Once the bell rings I say goodbye to Kai and walk alone to the other side of the building. This is usually where the bully attack would come and as if right on cue.

"Well, well, well, how do we have here?" Solar said. She was the little leader of the group Mamamoo, they were my bullies. She's been trying to get with Namjoon for 3 years now. Even though he's already broken up with her. "Oh hi Y/N! Glad to see you." Hwasa said sarcastically. "Hey how about we beat you and you get Namjoonie to go out with me?" Solar said signaling Wheein and Moonbyul to hurt me.

I backed up pleading for mercy but of course it wasn't my choice. I was hurt badly and this time the bruises are more noticeable. What would Namjoon say? I also had to meet Kai later. I limped back to my class just in time to not be late. It was also my last class so I just had to leave with Namjoon and pray he doesn't see it.

(Time skip)

After the class finished I head down to the parking lot. To meet the others. We get in and I see death glares from Mamamoo through the window. I was still sitting in Namjoon's lap when I hear Jin from the drivers seat say,

"Hey Y/N? What's that?"

I look down at my waist and see a dark purple bruise peeking out from under my top. Just enough for most people to not notice but if you looked long enough you'd see it. Everyone's attention was now on me and I didn't know what to say.

"Uh...um it's from... hitting the desk, Yeah! The desk" I said not convincing at all.

Namjoon lifed my shirt up a bit to see, hardly higher then my waist, and there were multiple more markings. "Did the desk beat you up?" I hear Jimin say from the back. "Yeah it looks like those were people, and probably not desk. Did they hit your head too?" Yoongi added.

Namjoon looked furious. "Who did this?" Namjoon asked strictly. "Tell me!" Yoongi was trying to calm him down but his eyes were glued to me and me only. "Explain why anyone would do this to you?!" His voice started to scare me and I didn't want to get in a fight in the car. We pulled up to our house and we were dropped off. Once we closed the door the mess only got worse.

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