*Rina POV* 

Useless. 

Absolutely useless. 

I really can’t do anything on my own. I can’t even protect my sister. 

I lifted my head and stared in the mirror, my face was red and my mouth tasted like soap. It was better than tasting him. 

I barred my fists and breathed in deeply. The silence of the hospital bathroom was making me spiral into an endless void of dark, hurtful thoughts. Why?

Why….

Why did it make me wet?

I hit my fists against the cold sink and groaned in frustration. What’s happening? How could I become someone like this?

Someone that lets strange men touch her. 

Useless. Useless and filthy. 

I grabbed the paper towels and dried my face and hands, throwing the wet paper into the trash. Oh look, there’s me. 

Trash. 

I walked out of the bathroom and into the sparsely populated hallway. I looked each way and slowly made my way to the reception desk. I felt ashamed walking through the halls, the adults would send me dirty looks and make me move out of their way even if I was on the right side. 

I hesitantly walked up to the glass separated desk and cleared my throat. The lady looked at me with a raised eyebrow. 

“My sister Lee Kyung-hee. Is her medication paid for?” I clasped my hands together and looked down timidly. The woman started typing something quickly on her keyboard.

“Yes. All medications, hospital fees and room charges have been paid by a Kim Taehyung.” She looked at me and I breathed out in relief. 

Well at least she’ll be okay.  

“How long can she stay here?” I avoided looking in the receptionist’s eyes. I was finding it hard to be confident after what just happened. 

“As long as is needed. Depending on how she feels she can safely be discharged in three or four days.” 

That’s good. Hopefully dad will calm down during that time. 

The lady asked me a few more questions to help identify Kyung-hee and then after checking on her one last time I left the hospital and started walking home. 

The sun was shining down but it was still cold. Winter was coming and it scared me. We’ll need proper clothing, interior heating...would dad even care about stuff like that?

“Hmm..” I sighed and looked down at the path, my eyes landed on our small gate and the path leading to the front door. There were cheap beer bottles everywhere. 

Guess I’m not going home. 

I stood around helplessly, I didn’t have a phone to call someone. Didn’t have money or even a wallet to go and buy some food. The cold wind was blowing my hair around so I looked at my wrist for my hair tie but it wasn’t there. 

Oh wait. Taehyung took it. 

“Why would he take it…” I mumbled and slowly walked down the path. I looked at the shirt I was wearing. Namjoon’s shirt. 

I smiled....because of him. Oh, he’s beautiful. 

I grabbed the crisp black material and smelt it. It smelled like him. Like Namjoon. How have I become accustomed to his smell already? I barely know him. Although I'm not completely opposed to changing that fact.

Stop it. He’s your damn teacher.

He can be whatever he wants as long as he's with me-

Control yourself.

I kept walking down the rustic, beaten path towards the tall standing brick school. Why does a fairly small town require such a big school? A single level building would be just fine. 

As I walked my eyes fell on the words spray painted onto the school property. 

'Kim Mirae was a slut.'

Who is that? I hate that it's there. It just doesn't feel right to have her name up there like that. 

My name belongs there...

I shook my head and walked up the steps. The entrance opened up to the high ceiling roofs and wide walkways of the out of control school. I turned to the left where the lady from before was. 

“Mrs. Jingya?” I popped my head in and she jumped back in a startled manner. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She exclaimed with an extrenely apologetic tone. She bowed and once again I was dumbfounded by her behaviour. 

It must be like what Jin told me. The school is run by the students. Which is why in the town the adults treat students bad and in this school the students treat the adults bad. 

That’s wrong in so many ways. 

“Would it be possible for you to give me another copy of my class timetable? I seem to have misplaced mine.” I smiled to her and she looked at me with eyes of adoration and surprise. Guess she's not used to my tone.

“Yes, yes of course!” She immediately started going through filing cabinets like a madwoman. 

Misplaced? Really? You left it at Namjoon’s house. Along with your dignity and innocence. 

Fuck, I shouldn’t have thought of...him. The image of him grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist...then moving his hard body against mine as he stared down at me so deeply flashed in my mind and made my face flare up. Shit. Pull yourself together. 

“Here you go, Miss Lee.” She handed me the paper and I stood still at her words. 

I’ve never been called that. Only my mother was called Mrs. Lee. 

“Thank you.” I grabbed the paper and rushed out of the room. Get away...don't think of her now. I held my urge to cry in and ran out faster than I should have. I collided with someone who was walking past and slammed into their body hard.

“I’m sorry.” I immediately reatreated back and cursed myself for being so clumsy. I calmed my breathing and looked upnat the person I had hit.

Wait, what am I looking at?

I couldn’t see his face, I couldn’t even see his eyes. He had a hoodie and a face mask on, his black hair covering his eyes to the point where it looked scary. His tall form and sturdy body was clad completely in black clothing. 

“Um…” I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him even though I knew I should’ve. The mysterious vibes he was giving was making me feel seriously conflicted, it was like he was pulled straight out of a fantasy world. 

He walked past me without saying a single word, the low citrus scent of his cologne had me forgetting what I was doing for a moment. Who on earth was that....

Shit, class. 

I both ran and walked down the halls, constantly looking at the classrooms and then down to the timetable and crappy map at the bottom of it. I walked up the stairs to the second level and saw the classroom I was supposed to be in. 

I opened the door and completely froze in my tracks. Or maybe I’m not supposed to be here. 

Long blonde hair, an ass that she probably didn't deserve and an outfit that combined both elegant and stripper in one.

Anya.

She had her hand in another girl’s underwear, and her tongue down the girl’s throat, both of them moaning in a dirty way. 

Like on que they both looked at me and we had a stare down in silence. 

“Get out!!” The other girl suddenly screamed and covered her chest. I choked and took a step back awkwardly. 

“Wait, wait. Do you wanna join?” Anya licked her lip and motioned to the girl with a raised eyebrow. 

My eyebrow twitched and I backed out more.

“Imagine the two of us, double teaming this desperate slu-“

I slammed the door on them and backed eveb further away from it, feeling my face heating up with embarrassment and confliction.

What the.....fuck.

I looked at the paper in my hands and saw that there were two classrooms with the exact same number directly opposite each other. 

I groaned and turned around to the real classroom I was supposed to be in. History. Should be fairly easy, I did repeat year twelve three times after all. 

I walked up and opened the door, seeing a fairly full classroom of snobby, uninterested teens and a hot looking teacher...with glasses….and dimples…

You’ve gotta be kidding me. 

“Namjoon?”