Being the new kid at school is never fun. Somehow, you always find yourself getting into trouble on the first day and today is no exception.

Six tough looking guys push you into a corner, towering over you to send off authority. You cower in fear, unsure of how you are going to get out of this one.

Earlier in the day, you were fine and making friends with seven boys in your class when the bell for lunch went.  You promised the boys that you'd sit with them and went to fetch your wallet, being stopped by the six guys before you could leave. They had grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you outside, all while making sure you weren't going to make a sound.

That leads you to now.

One of them has the nerve to approach you, hand just brushing your ass. You jump at the slight contact, cheeks burning. He, however, seems unfazed as he continues to fondle your hair. The other guys watch on like greedy dogs, barely being able to wait their turn.

"Hands off, now!"

The guy holding you chuckles, his stale smoke smelling breath wafting into your face.

"Ah, Namjoon. Should've known you and your pussies would be here sooner or later."

Namjoon. Something clicks in your head as you realise that he was part of the boys you were speaking to earlier. You peak over Smokey's shoulder to see all seven boys sending off waves of aggressiveness in front of you.

For a split second, Namjoon's gaze meets yours.

"I said hands off."

The guy mockingly steps back, hands raised in surrender. You waste no time, immediately running into his embrace. He soothingly rubs your back, pushing you behind him.

Smokey steps forward again, nose almost touching Namjoon's.

"When you're done, do we get a shot?" He snickers, high fiving a few of his friends. You grimace a little. Jimin steps to your side, protectively placing an arm around your shoulder.

"Don't ever touch her again."

One of Smokey's companions slides in.

"What are you gonna do about it, Shortie?"

Hoseok wraps his arms around Jimin's middle before the older has a chance to punch the guy. Namjoon clears his throat.

"As we've discussed, you are to not touch her again, let alone think we are going to let you take a shot at her."

Then it starts.

Smokey sends a punch to Namjoon's jaw, the older throwing his head back in pain. You scream, being brought into someone's embrace before Smokey has a chance to grab you. Jungkook whispers instructions into your ear, pushing you away from the fight.

"Stay behind the wall and don't watch any of this."

You press your back against the cool stone, slowly breathing as you turn to watch the fight. Two hands cover your face before you have a chance to see what sounds like bloodshed.

"No watching, remember?"

The voice is familiar and it takes you a while to realise that it's Jin.

"Why aren't you out there?"

He spins you around so your face is in his chest.

"I don't fight."

Every groan or sound resembling pain makes you wince in his hold. Not even his soothing voice is enough to calm down your worried state.

"Took you long enough."

You lift your head up to see six out of seven boys sporting fresh bruises and cuts as they smile at you. Your eyes fill with tears as you make your way to Yoongi, wiping some of the blood on his lips off for him. He winces at the contact, only smiling when you run your cold fingers over his bruise.

"Honey, you should see them."

You click your tongue, rambling on about how they shouldn't have done that and it could've gone worse. Taehyung puts his fingers on your lips, shushing you.

"You talk too much. Just say thank you so we can go eat."

You roll your eyes, giving him and everyone else a quick thank you hug before returning to the cafeteria.