SHE BELONGS TO ME | A JEON JUNGKOOK FF

Chapter Two

Jungkook

"Hey! you! The transfer student, come here.."

A yell, probably directed to me, rang through my ears, leading me to raise my head, that I had been resting on the table since the last two lectures.

My eyes wandered around the classroom to find a group of boys gathered just a few seats away from me, constantly staring at me.

There were three of them, definitely taller and intimidatingly muscular than me. From their atire and build-up, they didn't quite seem like students of the second semester.

'Are they bullies??'

"Mmmm...me??"

I gulped as I pointed my finger towards myself hesitantly.

"Is there any other transfer student in our class other than you???"

One of them almost shouted, causing me to shudder in my seat.

'They..they are my classmates? Why didn't I notice them earlier?'

I gulped once again before reluctantly getting up from my seat and approaching them cautiously.

"Uhh..Hi.. I am Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you."

I said while hesitantly extending my hand as I was now standing in front of three big guys, looking like a 5 years old kid, who was about to be bullied.

"Jooong..no...what did you say...JaaangCock?"

They burst into laughter, causing me to tremble in fear.

"It...It is Jungkook.."

I repeated just to receive a deadly glare from them as soon as their laughter came to hault.

"JaaangCock or whatever you're. Listen to me carefully. Our fathers are the creditors of this university. So, whether you stay or not would be up to us. And since you came from South Korea, a small Asian country, sorry to tell you that you're forbidden here. So better get out of here before we make it difficult for you.."

The taller one leaned in dangerously, whispering threateningly into my ear, leaving me in shivers.

I hardly understood what they said cause I was busy calming my shaky legs.

"Huhh??"

I blurted out without even knowing.

"Can't you understand English, I said Fuck Off Bitch!"

His yell came first, followed by a sharp kick in my leg, making me fall on floor in pain.

"Enough Eric, Let him go!"

A voice deep yet authoritative came across my ears as I reflexively turned to the entrance of the classroom where the owner of the voice was standing casually.

A guy, as taller as them but more of a bulkier one, looking surprisingly mature and sensible, was leaning against the door with his hands shoved in his pockets.

He was glaring at them without a blink as if boring holes in them with his eyes.

"You don't need to interfere, Jacob. We can handle this well."

The person, who was just referred to as Eric, almost yelled at the person whom he mentioned as Jacob.

Jacob, who was still in the doorway, was now walking towards us and stopped just when he was face to face to Eric.

"When I said enough, it means enough. No bullying anymore! You don't get it, don't you??"

He snapped, and those three men, who were picking on me a while ago, stumbled backwards.