Blackpink x reader one shots

jisoo

Y/n POV

Rip
Punch
Crack
Crash
It happened again. I got hit in the face by my dad. I hated this man. I was bruised in my face and all over my body. It finally stopped and he told me to go to my room. I ran up there and fell asleep used to the burning sensation.

The next morning

Y/n POV
I walked to school with my gang. We separated and of course I ran into the one and only Blackpink. They were one of the biggest bullies in out school. my gang following. They saw me and walked over. I had a black eye and some cuts on my face. Jisoo came over and pushed me. I dealt with it I wasn't going to hit a girl. Especially not a cute one. They all started calling me things. I felt myself growing angrier. I just walked off to my first period. Math. I just loved math it was the GREATEST thing ever.* Sarcasm*
I just sat in the back of the room when I got hit with a paper ball. I grabbed it an crushed it on to the floor. Then another and another. Ok, now I was pissed. I turned around and saw the girls throwing them at me. I slightly growled and crushed the paper ball. Why the hell was I stuck with them.

Time skip

It was lunch now and you know what. The girls were at our table, I stared at them and said aggravated
" What the hell are you guys doing here." Jennie laughed and said
" calm down, our table was already taken so we came here." I stared at their table and saw our competing group. I stormed over there and said
" Get the hell out of their seats." They just kept laughing. I walked to their I guess leader. And I picked him up. And said
" Get the hell out of their table." He kicked me and I stayed still. My friends were standing behind me. All of us bigger then his gang I said slowly
" I'm asking you kindly I won't ask again, get out of their seats." He laughed and I lost it. I punched his face. He stared frozen and punched me. I punched his face again and again, over and over again. He kicked my shin and I growled I kicked his stomach and punched his head. Lots of people we're watching and his members grabbed me. That's when it became bloody, my group gripped them off me and I turned and punched all of them. No one messed with me. I stood tall and they all gained up on me. Hell no. I punched all of them over and over and eventually they we're all on the ground I did get hurt though and one guy ripped a part of my shirt he ripped the part that had the most bruises and cuts. After I was left panting and they we're all bruised and running out. People we're staring and I walked back to my table.
" There your tables free." They stared at me surprised and I stared back. Then Jennie thanked me and Rosé said
" Thank you, but are you ok?" I looked at the mirror our school had. Shit. I was bruised and bloody. Not only that but most of my cuts we're exposed. I stared at my members and they saw my panic. I cursed and grabbed my bag I ran out super quickly and ran to the hall. I stopped and grabbed out my phone. I saw my face I cursed loudly. It was bruised, my lip was ripped, and i had blood on my forehead. Then I saw my arms we're exposed even more showing my dad's marks. I cursed louder. I fell to the ground and grabbed my bandages. I bandaged my head and I went to the nurse. She sighed and put like these stitch things on my lips. And she made me put ice on my bruises. She stared at my arms and stared sadly at me. She was one of the few who knew about my dad. She checked my body and gasped when she saw the cuts and bruises. She touched them and I winced. She touched over the new scratch from last night. I yelled and balled my hand into a fist. She stared shocked and touched it again applying pressure. I gripped my hand and a tear dared to fall out. She looked at me and said
" What was it this time?" I stared back and said
" Beer bottle." She sighed and let me put my shirt back on. It was ripped and a bit bloody. Even though my dad was a alcoholic he was rich. So, I could buy new ones. I walked out without looking for anyone. But I felt like I was being watched. I touched my back on the scratch. Then j looked at my leg. The leg my dad had injured. I grabbed it and lifted my pants. I saw the big scar. I cleched  my hand and sighed. I still remembered that day. I looked at my bruises and put my hair back. I lifted my backpack and ran to my friends. They looked worried and I shrugged it off. Yet, I still felt watched.