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Requested by: @Givemeanamebabe

Song: "Fools" by Troye Sivan

• They're now eighteen and in high school! •

Disclaimer: Homophobic words and bullying are mentioned in this chapter! I don't want to offend anyone, it's never been my intention!
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Two years later...

M/N's P.O.V

I held my textbooks close to my chest as I waited, wondering when he would finally get out of detention. I couldn't believe he thought punching one of the bullies for being homophobic towards me would solve the whole ordeal, it didn't. It only made the whole situation worse. The bully was enraged and began to beat on Jungkook as his nose bled. I tried my best to stop the fight, but I wasn't the strongest person, so I really couldn't separate two angry, teen boys. The teachers soon showed up and quickly stopped the fight. After that, they went to the office and said their parts of the stories. A few eyewitnesses said why they saw, but some were filled with bias and some weren't. Right after hearing all she could, the principal put Jungkook straight to after-school detention along with the bully as well.

The whole ordeal was stupid, he shouldn't have done anything, but I knew he didn't mean to get into trouble. He just wanted to protect me from the harsh words Travis was screaming at me, he knew how much Travis' words affected me. He was there to hold me during the nights I couldn't stop crying because of the awful things Travis had said and done to me. He was there to help me when I had a bloody nose from Travis punching me in the face. He was always there for me, even when we were little kids. I've always been there for him and he's always been there for me. We protected each other, not wanting anyone to harm a single hair on each other's head. I remembered when we were little, Jungkook would always steal more cookies from the teacher and share them with me during recess. It was cute to see him run up to me and hand me two sugar cookies while he had the other two. I always wondered how Mrs. Song never noticed that or maybe she did and just let it pass?

I smiled softly at the memories as I laid my head against the cold, brick wall, wondering how long it would take for detention to finally end. I just wanted to go him and cuddle with Jungkook while watching old films that we random found on the TV. I enjoyed his warmth, his cheeky little kisses on the cheek, and him randomly grabbing my hand and holding it. Everything he did made my heart flutter and butterflies form in my stomach. I knew we were just friends and that he would probably be uncomfortable that I liked him, but people always asked me if we were dating. I always told them that we weren't, but they never believed me. 'Friends don't look at each other that way.' They would tell me, saying that whatever we had was special and that we should just date already. I wanted to agree with them, but I knew Jungkook would probably say something different if heard what they were rambling about.

The oak door beside me slammed open, hitting the brick wall and letting out a loud thud that echoed down the hallway.
"I f**king hate this school," Travis muttered under his breath as he was about to walk past me. "Oh, it's the faggot... You waiting to get beat again?" I shook my head as a cheeky smirk formed on his face. I tried to stand up and walk away, not wanting to engage with him, but he grabbed my tan sweater and yanked me backward. I let out a yelp of surprise as he pulled me closer to him, his warm breath soon tickling my cheek as my back was touching his chest. I wanted to scream and cry, but I knew he would shut me up before anyone could help me. Fighting back was useless for me, I wasn't the strongest person nor was I the tallest. I hated being shorter than some of the kids, it made me feel weak.
"Please... Please, let m-me go!" I whispered as I tried to wiggle out his tight grip, my sweater slowly beginning to choke me. He laughed, grabbing both of my arms and putting them behind me.

"No one's here to help you, Jungkook still has an hour of detention left." He stated, pushing me to the floor. I tried to block my fall, but I wasn't quick enough. I felt blood begin to fall from my nose, running down my cheeks and over my lips. I laid there, trying to use my sweater to stop the bleeding. "Don't." I looked up at him, wondering what was going on inside his head.
"Wha... What?" I asked, wondering what he meant. I just wanted to go home with Jungkook and sleep, I didn't want this. I didn't want to be bullied for being different. I wanted to be normal, but I knew that would ever happen.
"Don't use your sweater to stop your bleeding, I'm not done beating you up yet." He commanded, slowly stepping towards me. "Remember, you deserve every hit I'm about to give you." I flinched, trying to scramble to my feet, so I could run away, but I suddenly couldn't move. I was frozen. My life flashed before my eyes as I saw the unremorseful glint in his blue eyes.