KYUNGSOO'S POV

I'm in class already terrified of what the punishment is going to be today. I can see Kim Jongin smirking at me from the corner of my eyes across the silent classroom, where we are currently taking our midterm tests.

My name is D.O Kyungsoo the fatty of the classroom - scratch that the whole fucking school. I'm extremely overweight. I have been all my life, another reason why I'm everyone's easy target.

But, the person who keeps coming back for more pushing, bruising, and punching is Kim Jongin. I just don't understand how someone can be that cruel in judging someone else's appearance. I may be fat, but I also have feelings... I'm only human.

*RING! RING! RING!*

Shit!

The bell just rang meaning my hell is about to begin in 5,4,3,2,1...

Jongin takes that as his cue to walk with his whole bad boy posse towards me, never forgetting to shoot me his infamous intimidating look. "Hey Fat-Ass, miss me?" I try to look around the classroom for help, but everyone had already gone to Lunch even the teacher, so it just left his bad boy group and me.

"Hey, I'm fucking talking to you!" He snaps his fingers to the group and one of the boys of the group grabs my chubby chin and twists it towards Jongin's face. Where his face is twisted to a grimace. I already know what's going to happen next and I just shut my eyes quickly.

*SLAP!*

I could feel the all too familiar feeling of hot burning skin on my right cheek. Slowly turning to a red color. His booming voice all around the empty room saying rude things to me that I've already heard every single day of my life by the same person, "Why don't you do everyone a favor, and go kill yourself."

He grabs a fistful of my hair, I let out a small whimper while bringing my head down in fear, he continues, "Nobody likes fucking faggots and fatsos!"

Even though, these words have been repeated over and over again, it still hurts. I didn't realize I was crying when Jongin pointed it out.

He brings up his pointer finger and announces, "Aww, the fat-ass is fucking crying." The whole group of boys begin to mock and laugh in my face.

I'm so sick of my life, my body, and school. I just wish I could change it. I just wish my hyung was here. He would've protected me, but everyone would rather prefer him. His handsome features, beautiful complexion of a milky white color and a smokin' hot body I can only have in my dreams.

"Hyung, Hyung." I whisper in a small voice to see if he could hear me, if he could hear my cry for help. "I need you."

From the back, Jongin cackles menacingly alongside his posse, "Fucking faggot, you're boyfriend isn't going to save you." He scoffs bitterly, "If you even have one."

I'm so sick of it! I decided to stand up for myself for once in my dead weak life. The words that came out of my mouth completely changed my life. "So, what if I have a boyfriend? Did I ask for your fucking permission!"

My eyes widen instantly in fear...what the fuck did I just do? I try to answer back an apology, "I-I didn't m-mean it, m-mianhae." My whole body is shaking violently and tears start streaming down my eyes uncontrollably, at this point I know I'm dead. Jongin just stays there frozen in place, his eyes twitching and his nostrils flaring. I could almost see horns coming out of his head; the devil himself.

He turns to his posse, "Me and Kyungsoo here need to talk alone, guys." The posse just stands there confused, Jongin's next words radiate anger and frustration, "I said fucking now!" His group hurriedly scurries away like mice.

Leaving me and Jongin alone...

As the door closes, Jongin turns back towards me. "Now, what should we do to you today?" A scowl is what decorates Jongin's face.

My head shakes in disapproval, "P-Please, J-Jongin." I stutter uncontrollably when he comes more closer to my weak body. All I can do now is close my eyes and wait for the cruelest and painful punishment I've ever had all because I decided to talk back to the infamous Kim Jongin.

Few minutes passed, all I could hear is silence.

My eyes slowly start to open up to Jongin - he's crouching on the floor...wait is he crying?

I carefully start to crawl up to his crouching position to get a better view. Jongin is a sobbing mess, but why? I need to make sure he's okay, my hand carefully goes up to his perfect bronze cheeks his tears wetting my chubby fingers.

"K-Kyungsoo?" Kai questions.

My mouth opens in surprise with wide eyes, um...did Kim Jongin just call me by my name?

"Y-Yes?" I answer back.

"C-Can you c-come c-closer?" Kai stutters.

"Uh, Y-Yeah." My body starts to get closer to Kim Jongin. I open up my chubby arms to embrace him and to comfort him. "I-It's okay." My heart skips a beat when I feel large arms enveloping me back into a tight and warm embrace. "J-Jongin?"

"P-Please Kyungsoo, l-let's just stay like this." Jongin's head is still down not wanting to look at me, but I still accept.

Our hugging bodies are surrounded by silence and peace something I've been yearning to have with Jongin for a very long time. Everything just feels so surreal, am I dreaming?

After a while of utter silence and no movement, I feel Jongin moving slowly under my hold, I bring my head up to see Jongin's intense stare alongside his tear-stained cheeks. I can't help but stare back at his gorgeous manly features. His eyes a chocolate brown, his tanned-bronze skin that fit perfectly with his beautiful shade of chestnut hair, and his lips, oh god, his lips a shade of pink and plump to perfection. I break the stare when Jongin chuckles softly and says, "Like what you see?" His smile is genuine and warm. I never thought I would get to see this side of Jongin ever.

I return the smile and with it my warmth and protection. When I was about to envelop him into my arms again, I feel a soft hand caressing my cheek gently, I look up to see Jongin closing his eyes and bringing me into a kiss. My eyebrows furrow in fear and confusion...why are you making me feel like this Jongin?

I close my eyes ready to feel Jongin's soft lips against mine. But, when I lean my face forward I don't feel anything. I don't feel his warmth, his touch, his lips, nothing. I open up my eyes to see an empty space in front of me. Right when I was just getting into the reality that Jongin was no longer by my side, no longer in my presence. I could hear an all too familiar maniacal cackle behind me. My body quickly turns around to see Jongin crouching down on the floor with laughter. My heart can't take it, was this all a joke? Was this another one of his sick games? I bite my lips hard making sure to not let any tears out, seeing as if one word I might say an ocean of tears would explode out of me.

Jongin stands up looking directly at me, "Did you really think I would kiss a fag like you? That I would just let you hug me, because I was crying? Jongin scoffs followed by a low laugh. "Keep dreaming fag."

Jongin comes closer to me grabbing my face harshly, and continues, "Did you really think after you talked back at me like a fucking slut that I would kiss you? No!!!"

That's when I couldn't take it anymore and just let the tears come, maybe if I'm lucky I'll drown and with them my feelings for Kim Jongin.

Jongin scoffs, "But, I'm not letting you off the hook that easily, he yanks my hair up, do you hear me fag?!"

"Y-Yes." I stutter.

"Then let's begin the fun, shall we?" Jongin smirks.

Punch after punch, kick after kick, it was too much to handle. It felt as if I was slowly dying. I let out a bloody small weak cough hoping to grab his attention, "P-Please J-Jongin-"

I was interrupted by another blow to my stomach, his hard fist making a painful impact to my chubby stomach. I can only crouch down in total pain, trying to hold my stomach, both of my cheeks wet with hot tears.

"This will teach you a lesson to never fucking talking to me like that again!"

Jongin makes his way towards my crouching position and presses his lips to my ears, "Or I'll kill you." Jongin whispers.

Silence.

"Or even better go kill yourself, do you think anyone is going to miss a fucking fag who sucks dicks?" He shakes his head, "Fuck no!" He grabs a fistful of my hair, "Now get out of my fucking sight!"

I stand up as best as I could considering I'm in a painful state. I walk to my bike parked outside and pedal as far away from my school as possible. My vision starts to become blurry when the tears start to form again.

"What did I ever do to you?!" Tears are flowing uncontrollably from either side of my cheeks. But, the deep secret I had to solemnly not to tell anyone ever was the deep feelings for Jongin I've had for a long time. My crush was the one person who made my life a living hell. I couldn't help, but fall in love with those chocolate brown eyes and sun-kissed skin. That moment we had back there I knew it in myself and in my heart that it was too good to ever be true. Jongin or anyone by the matter would never want a fucking fag like me.

Today was the breaking point of my life. And I was determined to change that.

I went into my bathroom and found a cabinet full of pills. "I'm done living this life of pain." I said to myself. "Jongin's right, this would be better. Who would ever love a fucking fag and fatso?"

As I was about to pop some pills in my mouth ready to end this life of misery. I start to bitterly think to myself, "Look what you're making me do Jongin. I HATE YOU!" An evil smirk starts to creep up to my lips, "Why the fuck should I end my life? When I could as easily end yours." I say back to my reflection.

"I'm gonna be something that you Jongin thought I never was capable of being, Beautiful."

A/N:

Well I'm back with another fanfiction, this is my first Kaisoo story and I hoped you guys liked it!

I feel bad for hurting my Kyungsoo, in this story, but don't worry he will get revenge *evil smirk*

I mean who else is excited for his revenge?

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Until next time my lovelies <3

-BaekyeolStaysSlaying