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Yoora couldn't help but feel paranoid, she felt like she was being watched all the time, her every move monitored and every action noted.

After she had received that creepy phone call, she's gotten at least 20 missed calls from unknown numbers. She was too scared to pick up and so she ignored all of them.

She lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling above her. Her mind wandered to the incident with Yoongi in the storage room and she could feel herself burning up as she pulled the blanket over her mouth.

''He was so close to me, I could feel his body warmth radiating off him and the strong smell of his cologne,'' she thought as a small smile made its way onto her face.

She could only hope he wasn't too angry with her, she didn't want to lose him. Despite the odd cirmumstances of their first meeting, she felt quite attached to him, even if he liked to play around with her a lot.

She let out a grown as her alarm started ringing, the annoying noise making her clutch her head in pain. She turned it off as quickly as she could, hopefully avoiding a headache.

She left the comfort of her bed and started getting ready for another dreadful school day, hoping she'd somehow avoid seeing Jisoo, the girl who was slowly ruining her life.

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Yoora, as per day, walked into the school with her head held low. She tucked her earphones into her pocket and made her way to her locker. On her way, she heard her name being called. She looked up, moving her long hair out of her face so she could see.

She saw Yoongi and his 6 friends standing directly in front of her, they were all smiling at her.

Yoora felt as if someone had stabbed her. She couldn't handle the guilt anymore and instead of turning around and flat out ignoring them, she stood still. She gave them a weak smile, it was the best she could do.

''Hey guys,'' she said softly as she watched the boys expressions soften.

Taehyung ran up to her with his body smile and put his hand on her shoulder. ''We've missed you, Yoora.''

Yoora felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she watched Taehyung look at her expectantly, his beautiful dark eyes looking into hers, she could feel herself get lost in them.

Yoongi and Jungkook joined Taehyung as they came closer and practically attacked Yoora as they lunged at her with open arms. She let out a squeal in shock, but let the boys hug her until she felt the air being knocked out of her lungs.

''G-Guys, I can't breathe,'' she whimpered.

The boys immediately let her go with a chuckle.

''Sorry, we couldn't help ourselves. We've been worried about you,'' said Jungkook as his gaze focused on the nearly healed bruise on Yoora's cheek.

She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and nervously played with the fabric of her shirt, unsure of what to say.

''I'm sorry i worried you guys, I didn't mean to,'' she blurted out, staring down at her own two feet.

Yoongi observed her carefully. She definitely wasn't acting like herself lately, she wasn't giddy or energetic, instead she seemed upset and spaced out all the time.

He wanted, no, needed to know what was wrong.

Yoongi took both of her hands into his and held them tightly, giving them a gentle squeeze. She looked up and met his eyes, they were even more mesmerising than Taehyungs.

''Come and talk to us anytime, alright, kitten?" he said softly, smiling at her.

She felt her stomach burn as she stared at his smile, why was her stomach on fire? The odd sensation sent her into a daze as she couldn't get over how cute Yoongi looked at that moment.

''S-Sure,'' she mumbled, her cheeks reddening within each passing second.

At this point the rest of the boys came up to her, tackling her with hugs and smiles. She let herself let loose and didn't keep her guard up, she laughed with the boys as if absolutely nothing was wrong.

What she failed to notice was the shadow of a girl, with chocolate brown hair and a face caked with make up, standing a few metres away, hiding her petite body behind a wall.

She stared the girl, who was surrounded by Yoongi's friends.

''That should be me, not her,'' she scowled as she clenched her teeth, applying incredible pressure to her jaw.

She watched as they parted ways, her eyes widened when she noticed Yoongi was holding her hand.

She felt something inside of her snap. She dug her nails into her palms so hard that crimson liquid dripped down from her hand onto the floor. She stared at the blood in awe. Her frown turned into a smile.

''You'll regret this, you bitch," she whispered, glaring daggers at the girl next to Yoongi.

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Yoora spent most of her classes with her head in the clouds. She paid no attention to the lessons and dozed off a couple of times until she had been rudely awakened by the bell.

She decided to go to the roof during lunch, she was scared of running into Jisoo in the cafeteria.

She dragged her legs up the stairs to the rooftop, as she reached the top she was panting.

''I'm so out of shape,'' she thought, mentally scolding herself for skipping gym all the time.

She opened the door to the rooftop and was immediately greeted by a light breeze, making her hum to herself as she made her way to the railing.

She looked below and noticed a few familiar students from her class. They looked so small from above it made Yoora let out a chuckle.

She stopped humming when she heard footsteps approaching her from behind. What concerned her was that she hadn't heard a single sound since she arrived, especially the awful creaking sound the door made whenever it was opened.

She hesitantly turned around only to be met by Jisoo, standing a good few metres away from her. Her short skirt fluttered with the wind, her long hair was let down and hung loosely at her sides, her eyes were hollow and empty, completely lacking any life in them. She looked like a ghost, like someone whose soul left their body.

Yoora gulped as Jisoo took a few steps towards her with a blank expression.

''What do you want, Jisoo?'' she said, crossing her arms. She didn't want to be weak anymore, she needed to put an end to the constant texts with threats and the way Jisoo would send her death glares whenever she saw her at school.

Jisoo opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She stayed silent as she continued walking towards Yoora.

She stopped in her tracks when she was just a few centimetres away from her. Yoora felt this was way too close, she didn't trust Jisoo at all.

''You didn't listen to me after all, did you?'' she said, her gaze focused on the ground.

Yoora found this creepy but decided not to comment on it. ''What do you mean, Jisoo? Can't you just leave me alone? I'm sick of you,'' she snapped, letting the anger inside of her take over.

Jisoo didn't even budge, her eyes still fixed to the floor.

Yoora took a few steps towards her as her fear ceased completely.

''That's right, why should I be afraid of a unstable girl?" she thought to herself.

''Listen, you bitch, did you put up my personal information in an advertisement on the internet?''

Jisoo finally looked up at the girl with a sickening smirk decorating her face. It didn't suit her angel-like face.

''So what if I did? You're a slut, I'm just helping you get a man since you're too incompetent to find one yourself,'' she growled.

Yoora felt her anger consume her, her hands balled into a fist as her eyes became clouded with hatred.

''Are you mental!?'' she spat at Jisoo, who was smirking at her, clearly amused.

Jisoo roughly grabbed Yoora by the collar, her fingernails digging into the soft fabric. Yoora looked unfazed, she was too furious to care.

''Stay the fuck away from Yoongi,'' she hissed.

Yoora felt herself lose control of her actions as her fist collided with Jisoo's lower lip, resulting in Jisoo letting go off her collar, covering her lip with her hands.

She started yelling profanities, stomping her feet and making a big ruckus.

Yoora rubbed her now sore fist, this was the first time she's punched a girl and she had to admit, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed every second of it, for Jisoo deserved much, much worse.

Jisoo suddenly leaped at her, sending them both tumbling onto the ground. Jisoo was straddling Yoora as she hovered over her, aiming her punches at her face. Yoora successfully blocked them out with her hands until one of them landed on her jaw. She hissed in pain as she swapped positions with Jisoo now being below her as she straddled her, landing a blow to her nose.

The impact of her fist with Jisoo's nose made a sickeningly satisfying sound - it sounded like something breaking. Jisoo screamed in pain, thats when realisation dawned on Yoora; she had broken her nose with one punch.

Yoora quickly put some distance between herself and Jisoo, who was rolling on the ground in pain.

''It looks way easier and less painful in movies,'' Yoora muttered to herself as she stared at Jisoo.

Before the girl had a chance to get up and leap at Yoora again, she ran past her and down the stairs, as far away from Jisoo as possible.

She ran all the way to the storage room on the 1st floor, letting herself collapse against the floor as she tried to regain her breath. She was panting so hard, her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest at any moment.

''I finally did it, I hit her back,'' she whispered, examining her swollen knuckles.

She didn't notice the presence of another person at the door until her pants weren't the only sound in the room. She could hear a male clearing his throat. She immediately turned her head in the direction of the door.

She glared at the shadow, it looked familiar. The boy had skinny legs and wasn't very tall either. She was about to say something when she heard her name roll off the tip of his tongue with ease.

''Yoora? "

The boy came closer, it wasn't until his face was nearly touching hers that she realised who it was; Yoongi.

''What the fuck happened to you, Yoora? Are you okay?'' he growled as he put his hand on her swollen lips.

''Shit, I've got a busted lip,'' she thought as her face throbbed painfully with every move.

''I'm fine, just sore,'' she mumbled, rubbing her sore hands.

He focused his attention on her hands as he gently grabbed them, examining the broken skin.

''What the hell? Have you been fighting?'' he said, not taking his eyes off her injuries.

Yoora let out a quiet giggle. ''I guess you could say that,'' she said softly.

Yoongi grabbed her wrist as he helped her stand up, she held onto him for support. She didn't realise that she was limping until she nearly fell over her own legs, luckily Yoongi let her lean on him.

''Why are you limping? Yoora, what the fuck, who did this to you? I'll kill the-''

Yoongis words were cut off by Yoora's hand landing on his mouth, suscessfully shutting him up.

''Get me out of here and I'll tell you everything, okay?''she said, her hand still on his soft lips.

He nodded and she removed her hand. He helped her out of the storage room and brought her to a empty classroom just around the corner.

He sat her down on a chair and she began to breathe heavily.

''I need a minute,'' she muttered, holding up her finger at Yoongi.

He sat on a desk across from her, putting his hand on his forehead wiping away some beads of sweat.

''I'm waiting,'' he said impatiently as he watched her slowly breathe in and breathe out.

She sensed that her breathing returned to normal and cleared her throat, just for the dramatic effect.

''One of your fangirls has been sending me threats for some time,'' she started.

Yoongis eyes widened. ''Who?'' he demanded.

Yoora gulped as she studied his facial expression, she has never seen him this angry. The veins on his forehead were popping out as he tightened his grip on a nearby chair. She stared at his hands, hoping the chair wouldn't snap in half as a result of his tremendous strength.

He might have looked weak because of his pale skin, but he had more strength than the average guy his age. For an 18 year old, he sure was strong.

''Who?'' he repeated himself.

Yoora opened her mouth, she was ready to say it, she was ready to put an end to this.

''Jisoo.''

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