"hey, y/n." yoongi's smile directs to me and he starts walking towards me.

the group of girls then crowd over me, sneering.

they push my shoulder, causing me to fall to the ground. i accidentally made my wounds open, red blood pouring out.

"oh? back with the cutting huh?" one of the girls taunted. "just keep on with that. you worthless bitch."

i tried standing up again but they pushed me down and kicked me into the stomach continuously.

"yah! what do you bitches think you are doing?!" yoongi runs towards us and punches one of the girls in the face.

"y/n! you're bleeding!" yoongi helps me up from the floor.

he turns back at the bullies, mustering the most deadly glare he could.

"mess with my girl, you mess with me." the girls looked scared. they ran down the hallway, with yoongi watching them.

i winced from the pain that was coming from my arm. yoongi turns back to me and shakes his head.

he drops his bag on the floor and takes out a roll of bandages and a first aid kit.

i raise my eyebrows.

"when did you start to have 'that'?" i asked him.

he smiles and rolls up his sweater sleeve. cuts and bruises, making me grab his hand in alarm.

"yoongi..." i start to tear up. "why didn't you tell me?" my voice cracks.

he says nothing and snatches his arm away from me, causing me to be surprised.

he rubs my cuts with disinfectant and wraps a cloth around them.

"y/n...stop doing this to yourself..." he sighs and puts back the first aid kit.

"you should too." i said.