You got ready for university, after combing your hairs you picked up your bag.

Your outfit

You sighed as you looked at your messy dorm room, you were up all night rewriting all the notes since yesterday almost all of the got drenched in water, all because of Taehyung.

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As the lunch bell rang, you hesitated in joining the bustling cafeteria. Memories of Taehyung's relentless teasing flooded your mind, causing your heart to race with anxiety. Instead, you made your way to the campus ground, hoping for some peace.

As you sat on a bench, the serene surroundings briefly calming your nerves, you heard footsteps approaching. Your heart sank as Taehyung appeared in front of you, wearing his signature smirk that made your skin crawl.

"Well, if it isn't the little mouse trying to hide," Taehyung jeered, his voice dripping with malice.

You took a deep breath, refusing to let his words affect you. "I don't have time for this, Sunbae. Just leave me alone."

Taehyung chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet. You'll see."

"What is it?"

"Listen up, loser. You will bring me something to eat, or else you'll regret it," he commanded, his voice laced with authority.

You knew better than to disobey him. Reluctantly, you nodded, defeated by the power he held over you.

Taehyung smirked triumphantly. "Good choice. I want a burger with extra fries, and don't forget the soda. Chop-chop!"

Defeated, you nodded and headed towards the cafeteria to fetch his lunch. With a heavy heart, you carried the tray back to the garden where Taehyung was lounging lazily on a nearby bench.

As you approached him, carrying the tray of food, Taehyung suddenly stuck out his foot, causing you to trip and stumble. You fell to the ground with a thud, your knee hitting the hard pavement and throbbing with pain. Taehyung snickered, oblivious to your distress.

"You clumsy oaf," he sneered, not bothering to help you up. "Watch where you're going next time." Saying that he left from there after taking his lunch.

Feeling a mix of anger and humiliation, you struggled to stand, wincing as you tried to hide the bruise forming on your knee. 

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You were sitting in the school courtyard with Yoora and Jungkook when Taehyung and Jimin approached. You guys were talking when Yoora's hand accidently brushed past your wound as you felt a sharp pain in your knee.

Jungkook noticed and asked, "What happened to your knee?"

You tried to brush it off, saying, "Oh, it's nothing, just a little bruise."

But Jungkook insisted, "Let me see it." He carefully examined the bruise on your knee and said, "You should be more careful. Does it hurt a lot?"

Taehyung, who was sitting across from you, scoffed, "Why do you care, Jungkook? It's none of your business."

"Taehyung it's look bad, let kookie treat it."  Yoora said.

He clenched his fists in agitation, watching Jungkook's every move closely. He knew that the bruise was a result of his antics, and guilt gnawed at him as he observed the dried blood on your knee. Why was he feeling bad? He had never felt this way before, especially not towards you.

Meanwhile, Jimin was watching the scene unfold with a frown on his face. He muttered to Taehyung, "This is ridiculous. Why is Jungkook being nice to her?"

Taehyung clenched his fists in frustration and glared at Jungkook. "Just ignore him, Jimin. We'll just leave."

Despite the tension in the air, Jungkook finished tending to your bruise and gave you a reassuring smile. "Take care of yourself, okay? If you need anything, just let me know."

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As Taehyung walked down the hallway, flashes of memories invaded his mind. He couldn't shake the image of your knee with dried blood staining the skin. It was because of him, he knew it. He had always been the bully, the tough guy who showed no mercy. But this time, seeing the blood on your knee made him feel something he couldn't explain - guilt.

He didn't understand why he felt this way towards you. In the past, he had hurt many people without a second thought. He had never stopped to consider the consequences of his actions. But with you, it was different. He felt a pang of regret deep within him.

Taehyung found himself questioning his own behavior. Why did he hate it when Jungkook treated your bruises with care? Why did he feel a sense of unease when Jungkook showed concern for you? Was it jealousy? Or was it something deeper that he couldn't comprehend?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. A sudden ring from his phone interrupted his reverie. Picking up the call, Taehyung realized it was his father on the line.

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You were sitting in class, struggling to keep your eyes open as Yoora sat beside you, chattering away non-stop. You could feel her gaze on you, but you were too tired to engage in conversation. 

Yoora nudged your arm to get your attention. "Hey, do you have a crush on someone?" she whispered mischievously.

You shook your head, trying to focus on the teacher's voice in the background. "No, I don't have a crush on anyone. Why do you ask?"

Yoora raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your answer. "Come on, you can't fool me. There must be someone you like."

You chuckled, denying her accusation. "I'm serious, Yoora. There's no one I have a crush on."

She nudged your elbow and leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "There are plenty of handsome boys who would love to be with you. Give them a chance."

You denied it, trying to brush off her question. "Nah, it's nothing like that," you replied, hoping to put an end to the conversation.

Yoora raised an eyebrow and nudged your elbow. "You're lying," she said with a grin.

You chuckled at her persistence. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm good for now," you said, trying to convey that you were not interested in dating at the moment.

Curious to shift the attention away from you, you turned the tables on Yoora. "What about you? Do you like someone?"

Yoora's cheeks instantly flushed with a deep shade of red, betraying her surprise at the question. She stammered, trying to come up with a response. "N-no, I don't like anyone. Stop teasing me!"

You couldn't resist teasing her further, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "Oh, come on, Yoora. Your face is giving it all away. Who's the lucky guy?"

Yoora playfully swatted your arm, clearly flustered by the conversation. "Fine, fine! I might have a tiny crush, but it's not a big deal."

You tease her playfully, "Ooh, Yoora has a crush! Spill the beans already."

With a shy smile, Yoora dodged the question, "I'll tell you at the right time. Just wait and see. Let's focus on the lesson now."

You agreed and turned your attention back to the teacher, trying to concentrate on the class material. Meanwhile, Yoora's thoughts drifted to Taehyung, and a shy smile crept onto her face, lost in her own little world of infatuation.

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Taehyung's blood boiled with anger as he faced off against the boy from his university. Jimin and Jungkook scrambled to intervene, shouting for Taehyung to calm down, but it was too late. With a fierce growl, Taehyung launched himself at the boy, his fists flying in a blind rage.

"You think you can mess with me?" Taehyung snarled, his voice dripping with malice.

The boy stumbled back, shock and fear flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. With a defiant glare, he retaliated, landing a punch squarely on Taehyung's jaw.

"You're nothing but a coward!" the boy spat, his words cutting through the tension.

Taehyung stumbled back, the taste of blood filling his mouth. He wiped his lip, a wicked smile twisting his features.

"Is that all you've got?" he sneered, his tone laced with arrogance.

Jimin and Jungkook continued their futile attempts to break up the fight, their voices a desperate chorus in the chaos unfolding before them.

The confrontation escalated into a vicious exchange of blows, each strike fueling the flames of hostility between Taehyung and the boy. The air crackled with animosity as they circled each other, locked in a battle fueled by pride and anger.

As the dust settled and the onlookers gasped in shock, Taehyung and the boy stood panting, their faces mottled with bruises and cuts. Despite the violence that had erupted between them, a sense of grim satisfaction lingered in the air.

"You'll regret this," Taehyung hissed, his eyes burning with a dangerous glint.

The boy merely smirked, a wicked gleam in his gaze.

"Bring it on," he challenged, his voice heavy with defiance.

"Stop this madness!" Jungkook shouted, his voice strained with urgency. "You're both acting like fools!"

But Taehyung and the other boy were beyond reason now, consumed by their anger and pride. Their fists flew fast and furious, the sound of their punches echoing through the empty hallway. Taehyung's knuckles were bruised and bloodied, but he refused to back down, his eyes fixed on his opponent with a fierce determination.

In the end, it was the sound of approaching footsteps that finally broke through the haze of violence. Security guards arrived on the scene, quickly separating the boys and putting an end to the fight. Jimin and Jungkook rushed to Taehyung's side, helping him up and checking him for injuries.

Taehyung's eyes blazed with anger as he looked at Jimin and Jungkook and said, "Leave me alone. Just go. Don't bother me anymore." His voice was icy, cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged glances, sensing the venom in Taehyung's words. Without a word, they silently turned on their heels and left the scene, leaving Taehyung alone with his thoughts.

Jimin shuddered, feeling a cold chill run down his spine. "What's gotten into Taehyung?" he whispered to Jungkook.

Jungkook shook his head, his expression troubled. "I don't know, but he seemed really angry. We should give him some space."

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You were strolling towards your class when you caught sight of Taehyung, sitting alone in an empty classroom. His knuckles were bruised and bleeding, a sight that sparked a mix of emotions within you.

Part of you wanted to simply ignore him and walk away, to leave him to deal with his own problems. But another part, perhaps the more compassionate side of you, urged you to approach him.

Taehyung's eyes widened in surprise as he saw you approaching. He opened his mouth to shout at you, but something made him pause. "Just leave," he muttered, looking away.

Taehyung watched you silently as you carefully examined his bruised knuckles and began to clean and dress the wound. The room was filled with an uneasy tension, both of you unsure of how to proceed.

"Why are you helping me?" Taehyung finally spoke, his voice laced with confusion.

You looked up from his hand, meeting his gaze. "Because no one deserves to be in pain, even if they've caused pain to others."

A moment of silence passed between you before Taehyung spoke again, this time his voice softer. "I've been awful to you. Why help me now?"

Without looking up, you replied, "Maybe I believe people can change. Or maybe I just couldn't walk away knowing you were hurting."

Taehyung fell silent once more, his gaze fixed on you as you continued tending to his wounds. After it was done you stood up and left as he watched you go in silence.

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