The nosiness taking over me, I hurry up and head to the group of people that are forming a crowd and speaking loud, but as soon as I see Kimoon standing in front of someone who is smaller, and Hojun fighting with Minhyuk who is holding his crying girlfriend close to him, my guts tell me this is not right at all.

I rush towards Kimoon first and nudge my way between the students, but my heart skips a beat once I see Kimoon take y/n, who is bleeding, inside to not stay here. I push everyone now that I know this is about her, and I burst inside the building, fearing y/n might not be alright.

"What the fuck is happening?" I run towards them and fix my eyes on y/n as Kimoon just stopped in front of the nurse's office with her, and I touch her face to check what is the reason for her to be crying and holding her wrist where her hand is covered in blood. "That fucking bitch hurt her! I swear I'm gonna fucking kill her and beat the shit out of her for doing this," he shows anger like he is not used to doing it, standing in front of the door to wait for someone to open it but being unable to remain calm.

"Gayoon?" the wrath grows inside at the speed of light, feeling the rhythm of my heartbeat harden under this. "Yes, who the fuck do you want it to be other than her?" he cannot control his anger but takes some of it out on me, but I do not say anything about this, I understand his state.

No matter what I know is forbidden, I drop my bag on the floor and get out of here to thump towards Gayoon and throw her in the wall just next to her without caring about the consequences, what is wrong, I do not care just a bit at this right moment. "What the fuck did you do to her, you fucking whore?"

"She's the one who hit me first!" she dares to lie. "Get away from her right now, asshole," her disgusting boyfriend, the one who used to be a best friend to me, wrenches me away from her, getting me to lose my composure and throw my fist in his face. "Don't fucking touch me, alright?! Your fucking bitch, this worthless piece of damn shit just fucking hurt my friend, and you still have the fucking audacity to defend her?!"

"You don't even know—"

"Shut the fuck up!" I cut him off, not wanting to hear just a word from him. I turn towards the girl to make it clear it again and not be kind anymore. "And you. I swear that I better not ever see you around y/n just once more. Got it? You're fucking lucky that you're a girl otherwise I'd already have beaten you up so fucking hard that you'd be in pain for the rest of your miserable life," the words fly out of my mouth, the anger weighing on my chest and mind as only the thought of y/n being in pain because of her is remaining in my head.

I do not waste one more single second here but go back to y/n, and I hear Hojun follow me to leave this crowd of people who enjoyed recording everything. "Kimoon slapped her and made her fall, that's why she's playing the victim and crying," he explains to me as I noticed that we are alone, surely because y/n and Kimoon went inside the office.

"She deserves worse than that," I clench my fist and bite my lips, doing my best to not burst and run back there to punch these two pieces of shit. "I know right, I even saw it happening! She literally threw y/n on the ground and hit her, and when I asked y/n what the hell happened, she told me that it was because that stupid bitch thought she had sex with you after seeing your last post, then y/n told that she was ridiculous and to her to leave her alone, and she got mad."

"Wasn't there any teacher?" I lift my hand up to point in that direction, unconsciously. "There was, but the one who got in trouble is Kimoon. Of course."

"I fucking hate her so much," a smile of rage draws itself upon my face, and my teeth squeeze my bottom lip. "No matter what kind of shit she does, she always gets away with it for fuck's sake!"

"We should just try to first calm Kimoon down to make sure he doesn't lose his mind and do something to that bitch, you should take care of y/n, and I'll go to the director with Kimoon," he helps me, always being there when I need him to be. That is what I appreciate the most about him and Kimoon, no matter how dumb they can act, they are always there for me. They never let me down. "I will. Thank you...I wasn't even here on time, I'm relieved that you were there and helped her..."

"Of course we did. Even if this wasn't y/n, we'd have done the same, but here, since this is her, that enraged us even more," he releases some of the tension that must be left inside of him after this incident, and I sit down to take a break and wait for y/n.

"Could she move her hand though? Was there any other painful spot?" I ask, unable to be patient enough to wait until she comes back. "She couldn't move her fingers anymore, and the pain was so bad that she started to cry. She got scared too...but I think it's the only spot that was injured, I don't know."

A sharp sigh runs out of my mouth, and I pray for her to be okay and not have to deal with a serious injury.

After what felt like an eternity, my best friend and y/n finally go out of the office, and I rise from my spot to hurry to check up on her. "How are you? How's your hand?" I focus on her only as Kimoon stepped towards Hojun, and I wipe the smeared makeup under her eyes that could not go unnoticed. "It just hurts, but I'm okay," her low and tired voice sparks worry inside me, knowing for sure that she is not alright but trying to deal with it in front of us. "Sure? What did the nurse say?" I peek down at her arm and touch it to hold her hand and look at the damage the bitch caused.

"She said that I'll only have to wear a splint, but I should still go to the hospital for an x-ray in case this might be a little worse," she explains to me what I hate to hear. I breathe out heavily to get my anger out, and I pull her in a hug. "I'm sorry this happened to you," the blame I put on myself crushes me, aware of the fact that all of this happened because this is about me.

"Don't say sorry, it's not your fault," she hugs me back, and we both hold each other for the first time without being playful. "It kinda is though. If I wasn't surrounded by little bitches like her who believe they own me, none of this would have happened."

"Don't say that," she refuses to let me pronounce those words, and the softness in her voice turns my lips up. I rub my hands on her back, exposing the fast rhythm of my heartbeat unwillingly because of the tight closeness of our bodies. "We should go to the hospital now, right?" I gaze down in her eyes, but she drops her eyes to her injured hand that is wrapped in a splint. "I don't want to miss the next classes. I should wait until four."

"But you're in pain, there're still more than three hours left..." I do not feel like this is the right decision since she has to be taken care of as fast as possible and not let this drag on. "I know...but my grades are more important."

"No, they're not," I gainsay this. "Your health is way more important."

"I'll wait until four, I'm fine," she persists, not doing as she should. I cannot force her to do anything, so what even should I say?

"Y/n..." I complain, but she fakes a smile and wraps her arms around me. "I'm fine. Your hug made me feel better. Don't worry."

"But a hug is not going to heal your injury," I still return this affection I crave for all the time, my pulse throbbing hard under my skin. "Maybe. Indirectly," she gazes up into my eyes, but Kimoon interrupts our moment. "Go to the hospital with her."

"Not now, I'm waiting for the end of the day so that I don't miss any classes," she breaks the embrace now that my best friend is focused on us. "We don't care about classes. Your hand is injured, and you need to check your back as well."

"Your back?" I point out what she did not mention. "It's just aching a little, but nothing bad," she disregards everything as this did not matter to her, and she steps aside. "I should have lunch in my room..." she walks away. "Thank you for being there, Hojun," she smiles at him and heads out, but I follow her to not let her go. "Stay with us," I catch her arm. "We're gonna eat, so we can be together," I almost beg her to not leave but spend more time by my side, but she looks in my best friends' direction. "We can stay just together...they'll understand."

"Are you sure I'm not bothering?" she asks as if this was not evident that we like having her around. "Of course not. They'll both love to know you more as well. They're not going to annoy you, don't worry."

I let her free as I just realized I was still holding her arm, and she smiles at me. "Okay," she comes closer, and the happiness fills me. "Let's go to the cafeteria, guys," I turn my head to speak to them but step forth to have my body against hers, and I touch her arm. "You stay with us?" Hojun grins at her, and she returns it but nods. My possessiveness makes me move forward to pass between them and open the door. I let her go out first and follow her without letting any of them go behind her.

"You eat at the cafeteria, right?" I ask in case she changed her mind. "Yes."

"Great," I stay next to her, and we all head to the cafeteria.

•••

Kimoon and Hojun talking together while finishing their food, I lean back on my chair and slide my hands in my pockets, but my eyes go on y/n, who is on my right. "Is your hand alright?" I ask her in a lower voice to only chat with her, and she nods to me, chewing on her food. "We'll go to the hospital right after classes ended, right?"

"I'll go by myself, I don't want to bother you with that. I don't even know how long it's gonna take," she does not understand that I would spend time with her all day long if I could, even if we were not doing anything. "That wouldn't bother me at all to be with you, you know. I'll like it better than if I stay in my room all alone."

"Don't you have a roommate?" she comes closer now that she is done with her food. "I do, but I'd rather be with you," I lick my lips, nervously admitting what I am shy about. This makes her smile, of course. "But I want you to rest and study, so you'll stay in your room. Okay?"

"And what if I don't? What are you gonna about it?" I say it as a joke, even though I mean it. "I'm going to make Hojun bring you to your room."

"This small guy doesn't scare me—"

"I'm not small, piece of shit," he hears me when I thought he was focused on Kimoon, and I chuckle at him. "You are."

"I'm the same height as you. Y/n is smaller than me, so she's a drawf if I'm small," he compares himself to her, including her in an argument that was only about him. "You're small for a guy. That's all."

"Bro, I'm not small," he does not stand to be called that, but I know it, so I piss him off on purpose since he hates this. "And Kimoon is slightly taller than you, so you're small to him."

"We're talking about you, not me," I smile, seeing and hearing in his voice how upset he is. "At least I'm cute. Little bitch..." he glares at me and tries to put an end to this. "You're not cute."

"I am. Right, y/n?" he dares to ask for her opinion. "Do you find me ugly or cute?" his arms cross against his chest, and she smiles. "You're cute."

"S—"

"Even if she thinks you're ugly, she's not going to say it so calm your tits already," I shut him up before he could be all-mighty about this compliment I wish I did not hear from her. "You're jealous now. I know it," he smirks, his self-assurance peaking.

I am so mad for no reason. This is the first time it happens, this is the first time that I hear her say that, but I do not like it when she compliments another guy.

"I don't care," I raise my eyebrows, my immature and childish side showing at the wrong time. "What do you think about Kimoon?" he provokes me, my sensitive spot betraying me. "The same...but I like Jungkook better," she does not look at him but drops her look to the table as if this was uncomfortable for her, and my heart jumps out of my chest.

No way she said that.

"You're gonna make his ego burst," he sees through my body language, but I hide it and keep everything inside. "I knew it already anyway," I pretend to be confident about it so that I do not seem flustered by the compliment that made me soft and nervous as ever.

I need to act confident, this is my way to cope with the excitement and anxiousness inside.

"See, that's one of the reasons why you should never compliment him, girl," he passes me off as an arrogant guy when he is used to this behavior, so I make quick to not let her believe this. "She knows I'm just joking, so don't try to make me a bad guy."

"Yeah, but you act kind when she's around," he lies, but the lack of reaction that comes from y/n makes me feel like she is not comfortable when my best friends are here, so I stop it. "She knows I'm like this with everyone, but whatever," I nervously run my hand through my hair, and I hold my hands together but take a peek at y/n. "What class do you have next?"

"Drawing and painting," she looks at me, but the lilt of her voice, the way she speaks and does not act like usual tells me she does not feel comfortable when we are not just together unless this is because she is in pain but not telling me about it. "Anyway, I gotta go to the restroom," she stands up and grabs her tray, but since I cannot follow her there, I gaze at her. "Alright, I'll wait for you here at the front door."

She does not say anything but leaves with her tray, and I watch her walk back to the counters to throw everything out and put the rest down.

"She's quieter than I thought," Hojun notices but does not know about the y/n I see when she is with me and no one else. "She's not like that usually though...I hope she's not too much in pain, but try to not act like that next time. She's probably not comfortable with three guys around her who are immature and dumb. Wait a little and let her get used to it."

"Yeah, you just told me she was chill, so I thought that would be okay," he gets what I mean without complaining. "It's fine. I'll talk to her."