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luxora · 6 months ago

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The Glory -> {Highschool AU} -> Getting Jealous

Requested: No

Kdrama: The Glory

Genre: Angst. Fluff?

Warnings: Mentions of bullying. No remorse. Swearing. Violence. Possessive behavior. Some blood

A/N: I absolutely do not condone anything that was presented in the kdrama. No one should ever bully others. This is all purely fiction.

Moon Dongeun

Dongeun is no stranger of misery, especially given her role in the school courtesy of the actions of Yeonjin and her gang.

But this kind of misery was of a whole new different kinds, something that you were completely unaware of, which in her opinion, made it so much worse.

You would not describe yourself as an extrovert, but you were most certainly a lot more outgoing that Dongeun. Dongeun would say that she bordered more on the introverted side, but also she simply did not have the time to truly reach out to befriend any other of her classmates because of all her time constantly being taken up by Yeonjin.

It was still impressive itself that she managed to befriend you, although no one really knows of the friendship between the two of you aside from yourselves.

It is not like you didn't try approach her in school, but for a matter of your preservation and her own irrecoverable habit of self-isolation, she tended to avoid you like the plague until it was absolutely necessary to interact with you in a public setting.

She did not want Yeonjin or any of the others to realize that she had someone who made her experience at school more durable, because then they will use that against her.

You didn't deserve to go through with what she is going through. The thought of you possibly being hurt by Yeonjin or Sara, or even Jaejun, it literally made Dongeun sick to the stomach; hence why she proceeded to avoid contact as much as possible.

Ignorance was bliss in this case; however, in her current predicament, it was anything but bliss for Dongeun.

She silently stewed in her seat as she waited for you to join her for the project the two of you were to work on together. Group assignments were rather rare, but this time the teacher decided it would be most suitable to have a partner with the assignment, and so you took the opportunity to work with Dongeun, something which made her both happy and scared at the same time.

Deciding to work on the foundation of your shared assignment, the two of you agreed to meet in the school library to start your research, but while you were heading towards her at the decided working table, you got caught in a conversation with one of your other classmates, and the way the two of you were talking, Dongeun couldn't help but feel...frustrated by the interaction.

She barely gets to spend as much time with you as she would prefer, the two of you only meeting outside of school at odd times when Dongeun was in working order to go to your home, or when she was permitted to some kind of freedom where she would be unsuspected from others.

So in her mind, this project just gave her an opportunity to simply be with you without any suspicion - so the fact that her time with you was getting interrupted was bothering her, especially when she sees you laughing at something that the classmate said which she is not privy to.

Her hands tightened into a fists, a miserable ball lodging itself in Dongeun's throat as the passing seconds felt like hours, especially since you were not getting closer to her anytime sooner as you continued conversing with the classmate, continuously laughing at their words despite the library being a place of silence.

She had no reason to become so uneasy at all of this, as you were a talkative person naturally, but - the fact her time with you was being encroached by a bystander - it was bothering her and she did not like the fact that she was being left here to wait for you while you were only so far away from her.

Dongeun swallowed down the misery in her throat, attempting to get a control over her emotions, released her hand from its violent self-grip to try reapply herself before you eventually arrived to the table, not realizing that you had in fact finished up your conversation and was heading over to her in that very moment. Hence why she jumped when you voice was suddenly right next to her.

"Hey Dongeun!"

She snapped her head to look at you with a bewildered expression, prompting you to cock your head from the sudden reaction.

"Are you okay? Why are you so jumpy?"

"I-I.." Dongeun flustered on the spot before shook her head, averting her gaze from yours. "Sorry, its nothing."

"Are you sure?" You inquired, taking a seat next to her, placing your books on the table. She nodded. "Well, if you're certain."

Dongeun didn't say anything further as you began to open your books and started talking about the project, completely oblivious to the effect that you had concurrently had on her from both the interaction with your classmate and you being right beside her in a public setting which was to have no proper negative repercussions.

That feeling - not appreciate it - and now she was trying consider of what it truly meant to her own psych over the fact that she became affected from something so menial as a conversation with a classmate.

She must be going crazy - that was the only solution that she could really come up with.

While she is no stranger of pain, she did not revel in it. And she most certainly did not want to revel in that type of misery again. Only something tells her that it won't e first or the last time she will feel such a thing again.

And that is was scares her.

Park Yeon-jin

Ever since she was a child, Yeonjin has never been someone who likes to share her things. Perhaps it stemmed from being the only child, not having siblings to fight over the attention of her parents nor to negotiate and compromise over ownership of any material thing.

Therefore, going forward in her teenage years, Yeonjin still maintained the idea that whatever belonged to her was hers, and that was non-negotiable. Not even Sara was given the courtesy to have a taste of her own divinely pleasures because Yeonjin was the primary owner of items, first and foremost, and she didn't share.

And this segment particularly applied to you.

The scene before her was just pissing her off. Yeonjin tapped her fingers irately against her forearm as she watched you interact with with the older students, a shy smile on their face as they offered you a rose, courtesy of the Valentine event of which the younger years had to offer flowers to seniors they admired.

Yeonjin never found an interest in such a thing as she had much better things to do instead of chasing after some stupid male seniors. None of them had her interest and all the other older grades just got worse in terms of appearance, filling her with much disgust.

But nothing disgusted her more than the fact that you were blushing all because of the reversal roles between you and the older male senior.

Yeonjin didn't know why, but her blood was boiling over the fact that there was a blush on your cheeks, your own lips quirked in a nervous smile as you accepted the rose, head ducked down while the senior spoke to you, rubbing his neck nervously as you stood in place, head ducked down bashfully.

"Wow, he must be desperate." Hyejeong's voice cracked into Yeonjin's ears like nails on the chalkboard, her voice making Yeonjin's air stand up as she giggled mockingly. "To think he would go after Y/N of people. He must have lost a bet."

That better be the reason of why he would be approaching you in the first place. While Hyejeong continued to talk, Yeonjin kept her eyes locked on the two of you, her nails this time digging into her forearm as she watched with aflame eyes as the male senior reached for your hand, lowering his head so that he was on par with your height. He whispered something and Yeonjin could not help but fucking curse when you giggled again, nodding your head to something before lifting your head to give him a full blown smile.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

"-must be putting out or something. Otherwise why else would he-"

Hyejeong has literally trodden on the last thread of her patience. Without hesitation, Yeonjin swung around and all but slapped the pathetic bitch across the face, prompting a loud cry out of her lips as she literally crumbled to the floor, the strength behind the slap knocking her entirely off balance.

The air in her chest was tight, a volcanic eruption threatening to burst as she heaved shakily on the spot, eyes narrowed dangerous at Hyejeong as she stared up fearfully at her.

"For once in your life, will you shut the fuck up?!"

"Miss Park, that type of behavior and language is completely unacceptable!"

Yeonjin didn't even spare a glance at the bitch teacher that had hurried towards the two of them scoldings and threats leaving her lips as she addressed Yeonjin. She instead glanced back in your direction, only to be found in the center of your attention as you stared wide-eyed at her, the rose in your hand being clenched tightly while your lips stood ajar. She noticed that your hand was no longer being held captive by the stupid buffoon beside you, instead it clenched to your side, clutching some the material of your school skirt as your continued to stare at Yeonjin.

Despite the circumstances of it, she couldn't help but inwardly preen over the fact that your attention was now on her. But then she remembered why it was not on her in the first place, which reinforced the fury which was already boiling in her chest. Instead of saying a word, she just flashed you a glare of promise, resulting in a feared expression crossing of your face.

She was going to get you back for this. Sometime today, she was going to find you and make you suffer the consequences for making her feel so fucking stupid and angry over a fucking flower.

You have fucking forgotten your place, and it is about time she reminded you just who you fucking belonged to.

You were hers. And no fucking Valentine flower must make you think that anything changes that. If she must kill that damn asshole, then so be it. You're hers - and she is going to make sure that you remember that.

Jeon Jae-jun

Jaejun didn't realize that he was bashing the bastard's head in until he was doing it.

There was a buzz in his ears while he kept slamming the idiots head into the desk, uncaring of the screams and shouts that erupted in the class as Jaejun gripped the guy's head tightly by the hair and kept slamming his head full-force into the wooden surface.

Even though he tried fighting back, it was of no use. Jaejun had him, and he was going to make sure that he received the full treatment.

He warned him. He fucking warned him that he was going to kill him if he kept flirting with you, and now he was going to fucking do it.

A sick pleasure erupted in Jaejun's chest as he saw the blood beginning to splatter on the wooden surface, but then the pleasure was halted when he felt hands on his shoulders as they tried to pull him away. He heard Myeong-o's sick snickers while he wrapped his arms around Jaejun from behind as he lifted him off his feet.

"Cut it out will ya? Ya are going to get detention!"

Detention was the last hing on his mind. Hell, even going to prison was the last thing on his mind. He knows that it isn't going to happen cause his parents will just pay them out, but that was not the focus at the moment. He needed to punish the fucker who thought it would be a good idea to try steal his girl - to try steal you.

"Let me go!" He roared, immediately wrestling in Myeong-o's grip as he attempt to lunge at the pathetic loser as he laid crumbled on the floor, clutching at his bleeding hear. "I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"Dude, just-"

"Fuck off!"

Jaejun slammed his head back and he connected with Myeong-o's nose with a sickening crack, a wave of pain washing over him as both boys stumbled on the spot, Myeong-o clutching at his nose while Jaejun clutched at the back of his head.

Dammit, that actually hurt.

But then Jaejun reconnected his gaze with the fallen student and then decided to forego his momentary pain to continued to job. He grabbed the student by the collar and lifted him up from the floor, staring at his blood smeared face with a snarl.

"I told you that she is mine! You don't fucking touch what is mine!"

Jaejun lifted his fist and slammed it into the student's face, causing an immediate splatter to erupt from the student's nose. They hastily tried to defend themselves but it was of no use, Jaejun just punched and punched and punched until his own knuckles were beginning to ache and burn, almost as if he split the skin or something.

Prompted by the thought, Jaejun lifted his hand to gaze at it. Blood was smothering it, but upon closer inspection, he realised that his knuckles were in fact split. He cursed.

How annoying.

The buzz in his eyes subsiding, but his anger still simmering, Jaejun stood up from the mess of the boy and then finally turned to you, your body frozen in your desk as you stared at him with horrified eyes. He blinked slowly before he walked towards you, no one else in the classroom daring to utter a word as he approached the front of your desk, his face expressionless.

You only stared up at him as he paused, looking at you with an eerily calm look before he reached out and grabbed your wrist, eyebrows furrowing when you flinched at the sudden touch. But then he realized that he had grabbed you with his bloody hand, making him curse.

"Damn, sorry Y/N." He released you briefly before grabbing you with his uninjured hand, pulling you up from your desk. "I need to go to the nurse. Come with me."

It wasn't really a request, and you didn't disagree with his statement when he all but tugged you away from the desk and the ordeal which had occurred. His grip on you tightened as he noticed the horrified stares.

He doesn't get what their problems were. He is just getting his hand fixed up and you were going to help him.

If they think that he was just going to ignore the fact of another guy trying to take what was his, then they were all idiots. You were his and he was not going to let someone take you away from him. He will beat every person's face in if that is what it takes.

You were his.

And he was going to protect what was his.

And you most importantly must not forget that, because he will go through hell for you. So you better be grateful, cause not every guy will be as protective as him. So you must realize that you have hit the jackpot. He is sure you'll thank him later, even show him some gratitude.

Lee Sa-ra

You trembled against her body but it did not prompt Sara to move away from you. In fact, it only made her press herself closer against you. Despite your lack of success, you still tried to resist against Sara's hold on your wrists but it was of no use.

You were trapped. Sara has no intentions of letting you go, especially not after rectifying what she had been forced to bare witness to.

"...Did you like it?" She whispered carefully, her lips brushing against your jaw as she spoke against your skin. "Did you like him kissing you like that?"

You were not stupid, that was one of the reasons that Sara liked you in the first place. You had a bright mind and fitted well into the group because none of you were idiots. Well, with the exception of Hyejeong, but aside from her, the rest of them were exceptional in their own areas of expertise. Hers being art, of course.

So therefore, she knows that you getting into the situation cannot be fully your fault because you would know better than to make Sara jealous on purpose.

It was pulled off as some kind of stupid elaborate prank pulled by the boys. The stupid fools believed it would be a good idea to pull a water gun fight in the middle of PE, soaking all of the girls with water. Sara was annoyed in the first place, but nothing prepared her for the sight which occurred in the middle of the stupid prank.

A boy stealing a kiss from you.

You were just as soaked as the others, being separated from Sara during the whole scuffle, and yet you were the only one to get kissed by one of the boys, which resulted in a whole class reaction, girls cooing at the act and the boys guffawing and slapping the boy on the back for having the guts to do such a thing.

But your reaction was what had Sara hyper focused, because she knew immediately where your mind went because you immediately snapped your gaze to Sara, looking for her in the crowd before locking eyes with her, terror in your own.

You were scared of Sara's reaction, and its a good thing, because she is about ready to tear someone's head off, the first one being the bastard who stole a kiss from you.

But first - she needed to stake her claim on those very lips which were tainted by another.

"S-Sara, please." You quivered, voice soft and terrified as you froze stiff against Sara as she trailed her lips down the column of your neck. "I didn't mean to-"

"What?" Sara questioned, resting her lips against the point where your shoulder and neck met. "What didn't you mean to do? Did you kiss him first?"

The thoughts itself was barbarous because you were loyal to Sara. You were hers and you know how she is whenever someone gets too close to you for her liking. And you were a smart girl, so you wouldn't do such a stupid thing to get a rise out of her.

But still - she needed to make sure you were aware of your situation.

"N-No, I swear I didn't. I just, I-"

"Did you want my attention? Is that why you didn't push him away?"

"N-No, I-"

"Oh, so you don't want my attention?" Sara's voice dropped as she pulled away from your neck to look at you, her eyes swirling dangerous. You immediately panicked at the sight and began to resist against her hold on your wrists again.

"No! I don't mean that! I-I-I'm just sorry! I swear I didn't want it to happen Sara, You've got to believe me! Please."

You were sounding so desperate, your actions and expressions showing it so clearly that it made her heart flutter as she continued to stare. Her fingers tightened around your wrists, making you wince before she shifted both hands up until you were entirely stretched to your full length, trapped and unable to defend yourself as Sara all but leapt for your neck, biting down hard on the skin, making you cry out in the pain.

The taste of iron reached her tongue but Sara did not react to it as she remained frozen in her position, teeth in your neck like some wild animal. Your body quivered tremendously against her, little sobs beginning to leave your lips as you began to bleed, which eventually prompted Sara to pull away from you neck to gaze at you again.

Once your eyes eventually met hers again, she smiled, displaying a row of blood stained teeth - your blood - and a maniacal glint in her eyes.

"Before anything else, you are mine. Do you understand me?" Sara questioned, eyes not leaving yours as her free hand moved to trail a thumb against the bite wound on your neck, smearing the blood across the uninjured skin. "If I must do this all over your body, then so be it. If you ever let someone else kiss you again, I will lose my shit. You got that?"

You simply stood frozen before her, eyes gawking at her in horror, which irritated to no end. She pressed her thumb against the bite, making you wince immediately at the applied pressure.

"Do. You. Get. It?"

"Y-Yes." You whimpered out, tears forming in your eyes as you shivered in place, making Sara smile as she believed that you finally understood her whole intention.

"Good. Now don't move."

Sara closed the distance between you and kissed you, her tongue immediately meeting yours in a silent tango as she removed the taint with her own lips, your body supple under her own as she reaffirmed her possession over you.

Choi Hye-jeong

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

Hyejeong stormed into the bathroom with guns blazing, anger boiling all over as she stared at you frightened form, your hand to your chest as you attempted to calm it after jumping at Hyejeong's sudden entrance in the bathroom.

Fortunately there was no one else in the bathroom, but Hyejeong didn't care because all she wanted from you were answers.

"How can you be so stupid!"

She hasn't given you much context to understand the reason behind her anger, as hinted through your confused look, but then realization dawned on you, prompting an apologetic expression forming on your face.

"I didn't know what I could say-"

"You could have said no! Why the hell are you going on a date with that idiot!"

Never, ever did Hyejeong think that she was going to be in the situation that she would be jealous over someone asking you out on a date because she never thought it would happen. You did not talk much with the others; therefore, nobody had any reason to have a crush on you, much less ask you out on a date.

And yet she had to hear from a group of underclassmen that one of the boys in their class had asked you out on a date, to which you agreed.

She couldn't fucking believe it.

Hyejeong stormed towards you and grabbed you by the shoulders, giving you a firm shake before she cupped your cheeks in her hands, forcing you to keep your gaze on her.

"Why the hell did you agree to it!"

"I-I didn't know what else to say. I didn't expect it."

"It doesn't matter if you didn't expect it. The matter is that you should have never agreed in the first place! Why do you want to hurt me so much? Did you think I was going to be happy about this!"

Hyejeong could not exactly ask Yeonjin or the others for any advice on how to proceed about this. Yeonjin and Sara are two bitches who will easily laugh and humiliate both you and Hyejeong for being in such a relationship in the first place, while Myeong-o and Jaejun would be complete assholes about it.

The two of you were alone in this world together, being the only ones to understand the others struggle. So the fact that you agreed to go on the stupid date upsets her and hurts her - serving the same impact as a knife getting driven into her chest.

You looked at her mournfully, shaking your head as you reached out to touch her cheek.

"No Hyejeong, I would never want to hurt you-"

"Well you are by agreeing to go with him!"

Hyejeong pushed you away from her as if your touch burned her, angry tears escaping from her eyes as she roughly wiped at them ,glaring heatedly through the liquid wall.

"I can't believe that you would be so pathetic that you wouldn't be able to even say the word 'No' to some stupid underclassman!"

Hurt immediately bloomed from her words, your eyes reflecting it as you stared at her, making a pang of guilt shoot through Hyejeong but not enough to stop her venomous words.

"But I guess I shouldn't be surprised! You're a damn people pleaser who wouldn't know the difference between her mommy issues and daddy issues!"

Low blow.

An extremely low blow.

But in her moment of hurt, Hyejeong didn't care. She wanted you to hurt and she succeeded, tears forming as you took a step back from her, almost as if the words itself had slapped you across the face.

But instead of saying anything else, Hyejeong sneered before storming out of the bathroom, needing to build the distance between the two of you if she wanted to get an inch of semblance back to herself.

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luxora · 2 years ago

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The Glory -> {Highschool AU} -> Falling for their victim

Requested: No

Kdrama: The Glory

Genre: Angst. Fluff?

Warnings: Some bullying. No remorse. Swearing.

A/N: I absolutely do not condone anything that was presented in the kdrama. No one should ever bully others. This is all purely fiction.

Park Yeon-jin

Yeonjin loved it when you begged. You simply terrfic when you were on your knees, pleading for her to spare you from any plans that she had in store. The way your bottom lip would tremble and the way your cheeks would shine from the tears that were streaming down them, Yeonjin simply could not get enough of it.

It was not often that Yeonjin would get you on her own, especially since the others loved following her lead when it came to her games, but Yeonjin could not deny the excitement that sparked through her when she would corner you into a room all on your own, nobody else to bear witness to the games that she intended to play with you.

When Yeonjin had overheard that you were in charge of sorting and cleaning the gym sports equipment in the later afternoon after your extra lessons, Yeonjin simply could not pass up the chance to be able to corner you on your own. It has been a small while since it was just the two of you, and she simply missed the peacefulness that came with it. She didn’t have to hear Jaejun’s or Myeong-oh’s crude remarks about your body, she did need to hear Sara’s curses about your face, and she most certainly did not need to hear the shrill laughter of Hyejeong whenever Yeonjin would play with you.

It was special when it was just you and Yeonjin. It was a lot more intimate and Yeonjin preferred it that way. It was just you and her locked up in your own little bubble, completely ignorant of the outside world because the two of you were the only person who was crucial to the other in that very moment. Being the only one on your mind excited Yeonjin, it thrilled her and she is quite certain she has made it obvious to you in private that she adores your presence.

She has told you many times before that she adores your cries.

Yeonjin’s name repeatedly left your lips in pathetic whimpers as you cowered against the gym equipment storeroom wall, becoming completely submissive at her very presence as she took slow steps towards you, her lips curling into a smile as she continued to listen to you. The storeroom was not that big to begin with, so there was hardly any space in the first place for you to try create a distance between you and Yeonjin. Yeonjin had already blocked off the door, giving you no chance to go for a wild dash for freedom because it would only mean you would have to dive headfirst into Yeonjin, and past experiences have reminded you that once Yeonjin gets a hold of you, she will never let go.

Dark glee was bubbling up within Yeonjin as she continued to walk towards you, still not saying a word aside from your name that she had uttered when she first entered the storeroom. You had whipped around so fast, eyes wide in terror, and the excitement within Yeonjin simply bubbled over. She was already anticipating your scared reaction, your complete submission, and as she got closer to you, you finally started to beg, just like she want.

“Please Yeonjin...I-I promise that I w-won’t say anything...please...just please...”

You didn’t even know what you were begging for, but Yeonjin knew that you were begging her to stop but that was the last thing that she was going to do. She had only just arrived and the two of you have barely bonded yet. She had much more plans for the two of you. After all, this gym was such a special place to the two of you, most particularly to Yeonjin in more ways than one.

A chuckle left Yeonjin’s lips as she finally reached you, your body already on slumped on the floor, on your knees, completely powerless to Yeonjin as she stood over you like a queen would over a peasant. Your cheeks were shining beautifully with tears, the little rivulets traveling down your skin until they dripped off your jaw and chin, making the contours of yours face far more obvious than before.

It was beautiful.

Feeling the need to be closer to you, Yeonjin slowly crouched down to her haunches so that she was directly in front of you and at your level. Her close proximity to you immediately made you flinch, but not as violently as you did when she reached out and cupped your cheek, her lips curling wider than before as she brushed her thumb tauntingly against your cheekbone, immediately catching a teardrop.

“Are you scared?” She asked sweetly, her thumb not stopping its brushing movements as she waited for your answer.

You immediately froze at the question. No matter what answer you have Yeonjin, you knew that it would have the same effect and Yeonjin knew that you knew that. Either way, Yeonjin was going to have fun with you, and your answer would determine the degree of Yeonjin’s fun.

Your bottom lip continued to tremble, uncertainty and frustration obvious on your face. Yeonjin couldn’t help but giggle at it, the sound making you tense immediately, your jaw clenching against her hand despite her soft touches. Instead of growing annoyed by your lack of an answer, the silence instead made Yeonjin even more delighted. Feeling the need to be closer, Yeonjin closed the distance between the two of you until her lips were pressed against your cheek, the taste of salt meeting her tongue as she gave your skin a kitten lick after giving you a soft kiss.

The hand on your cheek moved until her fingers were curling around the base of your head, her fingers weaving into your head as she steadily increased her grip on you, eventually pulling you towards her until the two of the you were practically nose to nose. She could smell the perfume that you were wearing. Jasmine, her favorite. Such a sweet, subtle scent, perfect for somebody like you.

“You don’t need to be scared...as long as you always say yes to me.”

Yeonjin closed her eyes briefly to revel in your close proximity, your sweet perfume filling her nose while the sensation of your breath tickling her lips as you breathed shakily in front of her. You were still so tense, Yeonjin could feel it through the grip that she had on your neck and head, but it did not bother her as much as it should. You were close and with her, it was already better than a few minutes ago. Yeonjin opened her eyes again and smirked at the terror-filled eyes that were staring at her as she lovingly scanned your face, becoming mesmerized by its gorgeousness.

“So tell me...are your mine?”

It was obvious to everyone in school. Y/N L/N was Park Yeonjin’s. While it was known fact that you were a ‘member’ of her group, one did not really know the true nature of the relationship between you and Yeonjin. Everyone knew that you were practically her favorite toy to play with. No one dared to stop her because they knew that it would only turn out worse for them. Yeonjin was untouchable at school, just as she was outside of it.

Even her friends knew better than to touch her without her permission. Any games that they did play with you was in the presence of Yeonjin. They did not go as far as they did with all their previous toys before. Yeonjin liked your skin, she did not want to mar it permanently in anyway. Although Yeonjin has grown fond of leaving bruises on you as of late, and not simply the ones caused by a blow to the body.

Your neck was bare from any bruises at all, something Yeonjin intended to rectify, but only after she heard your confirmation. You were still staring at her with your terror-filled eyes, not bothering to give her the answer she wanted. So Yeonjin suddenly tightened her grip on your neck, her fingers tugging at your strands of hair, making a sharp sting of pain shoot to your head. You then finally nodded to her, but it was not enough for Yeonjin. She leaned closer towards you, her other hand moving to your knee to support her waist as she balanced herself in front of you on her knees, finally matching your position.

“Say it, I want to hear it.” She ordered, her words practically whipped against your lips with Yeonjin’s obvious demand for the phrase she wanted to her from your lips. Your lips teasingly trembled as you opened them, hesitating for a few moments before finally moving.

“I’m yours.”

Delight filled Yeonjin, her fingers loosening their grip after the words left your lips, turning more loving as she teasinly dug her fingers in your hair to secure her hand’s place in it. She licked her lips before tugging you closer until your lips were brushing against hers.

“Good.”

And then she pressed them fully against your own, sealing the confirmation with a kiss, the first of many more.

Jeon Jae-jun

Jaejun has never been able to not stare at you, especially when you wore the shortest of shorts with your hair tied up so high that is exposed your delicate neck. From his side of the gym, Jaejun could not take his eyes off you as you ran around the basketball court with the others girls for sports class. He noticed Yeonjin and the others lingering back in the group of girls, not at all bothered to participate properly in the lesson, the opposite of you as you sincerely looked like you were trying your best.

That was the weird thing about you, you always tried your best even though it hardly gave any good results. You weren’t the fastest girl in the years, not even in the school, but in sports class you always trained as hard as one of the talented track athletes would. Academics were more your specialty and he has seen how hard you try with your studies, being one of the top students in the year.

You were not that bad-looking either. While he could only see you in black and white, it did not mean that he was blind to your looks. You were pretty, the type of pretty that you didn’t even realize. Jaejun and the other guys in the year have all commented on your looks more than a dozen times, Jaejun more so since you have caught his eye ever since you transferred to their school. Jaejun couldn’t help but be taken by you at first sight. He still remembered the way you bowed your head in greeting, a nervous smile on your face as you lifted your head to gaze at all of them. You were pretty and everyone could agree with the statement, although it quickly become a double edged sword for you in more ways than one.

Jaejun had turned his head away from you for a few minutes to answer a question that one of his classmates had asked him before suddenly snapping his head back when he heard you let out a pained scream. You were on the floor of the basketball court, clutching your ankle while all the other female students clustered around you, all doing nothing but staring at you as you cried in obvious pain.

Shock and worry immediately shot through Jaejun and he found himself suddenly walking towards the female group, eyes locked on your slouched form as you continued to clutch at your ankle. It was only when he was a few meters away from you did he hear Yeonjin speak, fake concern obvious in her voice.

“Gosh Y/N, are you okay? You took such a nasty fall! Did you trip over yourself?”

The snickered laughs of Sara and Hyejeong after Yeonjin’s words immediately made Jaejun narrow his eyes. Of course it was Yeonjin, he shouldn’t even be surprised.

When Jaejun said that your looks was a double-edged sword in more ways than one, he meant that it was a double-edged sword in terms of Yeonjin’s opinion of you. While he and Yeonjin had some sort of relationship going on, it kind of changed after you transferred to their school. For some kind of reason, Jaejun was not interested in playing around with Yeonjin anymore. She was no fun anymore. He doesn’t know the exact reason, but he just knew when he was with Yeonjin, he pictured you in her place,

And of course Yeonjin did not like it when he had let it slip the one day about how much prettier you were out of all the girls in the year, including Yeonjin.

Guess Jaejun was kinda to blame for your fall from social grace to one of the new toys for their group. Jaejun was not into it at first, especially since it was not the way he wanted to interact with you, but he simply relented because Yeonjin would only make things worse for you if he went against her. She was a selfish bitch who did not deal with jealousy well, even though she denied it every time. He didn’t get what the fuck her problem was, but it was always with you, and instances like now were things that really pissed him off. Yeonjin was a part of you falling, he just knew it.

The gym coach was already by your side by the time Jaejun arrived by the group, checking out your ankle while you were still whimpering in pain. His heart pinched slightly at the sound of it but he did not show much emotion as he pushed past the girls standing around you, trying to get closer. You still didn’t notice him.

“-twisted or badly sprained. We need to get you to the nurse.” Jaejun heard the gym coach say, experimentally squeezing your ankle only to make you squeak in pain before grabbing at your ankle again.

There was no way that you would be able to walk on it. Even from his side he could see that it was swelling up. No chance would you be able to make it there in one piece.

“...I’ll take her.” Jaejun suddenly said, pushing past the final line of girls to finally step foot into your inner circle. Your head immediately whipped around to face him, your eyes widening in shock with a hint of fear as you locked eyes with him.

He could not blame you for the reaction. Jaejun was equally as responsible for the suffering you have had at their school as Yeonjin was. While he did not participate much in Yeonjin’s games with you, he did not stop them. He simply watched and waited for Yeonjin to stop working out her jealousy on you before tossing you out like the trash the group believed you to be. But it was all an act. He did not really mean it.

If he wanted to be honest, he was probably the nicest out of all of them. He has at least stopped Yeonjin from using her hair curler on you. That was probably the only first time he publicly opposed her in front of the others. He remembered how pissed she got, she almost decided to take out on you with the damn thing, but then he stopped her from grabbing it and tossing it against the floor until it broke. He liked your skin and he didn’t want her to make it ugly. He liked his girl’s skin perfect after all.

“N-No it’s okay. I can walk.” You protested, attempting to stand up on your own only to crumble back down when your ankle could not support your weight. Jaejun scoffed.

“Yeah right.” He said before suddenly grabbing you from under your arms and hoisting you up to your feet, turning you around once you were standing before suddenly scooping you up in his arms like a princess bride. The girls around them immediately squealed excitedly at his action.

“Hold on Jaejun, it would be best for one of us to take her. You know, since we will be all girls.” Yeonjin suddenly said, stepping forward past the others girls to stand in front of Jaejun and you with arms crossed, an almost concerned look on her face which fooled others but did not fool Jaejun. He knew that Yeonjin was raging on the inside at his actions, but in this moment, he did not care.

“I’m just carrying her. No big deal.” Jaejun said, shrugging his shoulders before taking a step forwards with you in his arms, your hands digging into his shirt subconsciously, either out of fear or for safety, he had no idea. He hoped it was the latter.

“Don’t be all macho Jaejun. Give her to Sara and Hyejeong, we’ll take her to the nurse.” Yeonjin said, stepping in front Jaejun again and this time reaching out to grab you by the arm. But Jaejun stepped back and shot her a glare.

“I said it’s no big deal.” He snapped before turning to the gym coach. “I’ll be taking her now.”

Jaejun didn’t even bother to listen to the gym coach’s response as he started walking away from the group and towards the gym doors, purposefully ignoring the teasing catcalls that came from the boy students, Myeong-oh being the loudest out of all of them.

Asshole.

You didn’t say a word as Jaejun started carrying you to the nurse’s office, your hands still grabbing fistfuls of his shirt despite being away from imminent danger in the form of Park Yeonjin. Jaejun wasn’t sure if he liked the silence or not, especially not when his hands were conveniently placed near your chest and on your legs. Suddenly filled with the urge, Jaejun gave a squeeze to your leg that he was holding, making you gasp in surprise.

“You know usually a girl would thank her prince charming for saving her from the evil bitch.” He said, cocking his head at you with a slight grin as you turned to look at him with wide eyed. He gave your leg a squeeze again, making you gasp for the second time before you went to grab at his hand, unable to make him let go.

“I...I...”

“You know, I will take a kiss in the form of thanks.” He said, stopping in his footsteps to give you his full attention, anticipating building up within his body as he imagined what the feeling of your lips would feel against yours.

“I...n-no.” You protested, making Jaejun let out a disappointed groan, the anticipation falling in his stomach like a rock in a pond.

“Aw come on, it is the least that you can do for me.”

“I-I didn’t need your-”

“Bullshit.” Jaejun suddenly said, the grip on your leg tightening as he continued to stare at you. “You are lucky I am the one that decided to take you. Yeonjin would have done a little detour.”

Jaejun knew how Yeonjin operated, hence why he did not allow any room for argument for him to be the one to take you to the nurse. Yeonjin would have done something to make things worse for you, along with Sara and Hyejeong. Since he would not have been there with them, he can only imagine the permanent damage that Yeonjin would have done to you. No chance was he gonna give Yeonjin that opportunity.

And it seemed to dawn on you on the possibility he had saved you from. You clenched and unclenched your fists on his shirt, making him grin as he leaned into your space, making you snap your head back when you noticed his sudden approach. He smirked at you.

“Maybe not now, but you owe me a kiss. I will claim it from you soon.”

Jaejun had very intention to claim that kiss, but first he is going to make sure that you can walk again. So he pulled his face away from yours and continued his way to the nurse’s office, a grin fixed on his face the entire time much to your shock and terror.

Lee Sa-ra

Sara could feel how terrified you were, your terror smoking off your body as you remained in her arms, Sara’s lips lightly pressed against the base of your neck while the terrified whimpers and cries from Dongeun filled the gym room, Myeong-oh and Jaejun shoving her about on the floor while Yeonjin watched liked the princess she was on the stage, a wicked smile on her face while the cackles and cheers of Hyejeong made constant echos in the large room.

Nobody was at school at this hour, hence why the five of them hung out together here with you and Dongeun, both of you serving as their entertainment as they wore off the whole school day, the stress getting to them everyday. Although the sharing between you and Dongeun were not really equal among all of them. Dongeun was someone that Yeonjin had chosen for herself and the others to play with, the girl never giving a precise reason why she had chosen Dongeun as their new toy but none of them objected to it. None of them were stupid enough to try, but Sara did find a small loophole when it came to you.

You were very much a part of their group like Dongeun was; however, you were solely Sara’s instead of everyone else. She had pulled you into the group a bit later than Dongeun had joined the five of them, Sara choosing you for only her. She refused to let anyone else touch you, not even Yeonjin, much to the girl’s frustration and annoyance but also to her resignation. Sara pointed out that she already had Dongeun, practically put her marks all over her with her curling iron, so it was only fair for Sara to have her own precious toy to play with, although Sara would say that the relationship between you and her were more than what Yeonjin and Dongeun had together.

“Why are you so tense? Aren’t you happy to be here with me?” Sara cooed, tightening her arms around your waist as she held you against her, you sitting on her lap as she had instructed when the seven of you arrived in the gym together. She pressed a light kiss to the back of your neck before removing one hand from your waist to instead touch the back of your neck, giving it an experimental squeeze. “You want me to give you one of my massages again?”

“N-No...” You started, probably tensing up even more when you felt her hand on your neck, immediately making Sara frown.

You still hadn’t bothered to look back at her since Yeonjin and the others started playing around with Dongeun , almost as if you were begging her to stop her friends from their game, but who was she to tell them to stop? It was not like they were laying a hand on you. They had promised not to touch you so she simply reveled in your company with the sweet sounds of Dongeun’s cries and screams. It was almost romantic in some kind of way because it was just the two of you in one separate bubble from the rest. You were a part of their group, in a way better position Dongeun could ever be in.

Sara opened her mouth to say something but was cut off with a scream and the sound of sizzling, along with the laughter of Yeonjin, Hyejeong, Jaejun and Myeong-oh as they surrounded Dongeun near the base of the stage, the curling iron in Hyejeong’s hand as she pressed it to the forearm of the screaming girl, burning over the still healing burn marks they had given the girl not too long ago. The burn marks were ugly enough, but it looked even worse with its double burn, the skin turning an ugly red from the wake of the curling iron. Despite its grotesque appearance, Sara couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it.

Red was a good colour, especially for painting, and since Dongeun had such pale skin, it was almost she was a blank canvas being painted on. Although Yeonjin was not much of a painter, she did enough leaving different colours on Dongeun, red being her favorite. Sara could almost say the same in regards to you. Red was an excellent colour on you, although a dark red was the best, especially in the form of the hickeys she enjoys leaving on your body.

Sara turned her face away from Dongeun and the others to instead look back at you, catching the sight of you side profile as you had your head fixed in the direction of Dongeun, your jaw slack and eyes wide in horror as you stared at the sight of the girl getting burnt by Yeonjin and the others. You started to tremble, Sara feeling the small movements immediately, their existence making her frown.

“Are you cold?” She asked, wrapping her arms around your waist again and tugging your close to her body, your back pressed to her chest. “Let me warm you up.”

“N-N-No...”

“I don’t like it when you say that to me.” Sara suddenly said, her lips moving to the back of your ear, brushing against the edge of your ear before she moved to press a kiss to the spot behind your ears. “I’m being so nice to you, why are you being so cold?”

“I...I...”

“Do you rather want to be in her place?” Sara whispered, her fingers suddenly digging onto your soft belly as she held you, the idea of you being in the place of Dongeun bringing some sort of fire to her blood. “If it weren’t for me, you would be there with her. It’s because of me that you aren’t. Aren’t you grateful?”

You should be grateful over the fact that Sara decided to make you more special in the group. You could have very well have been in the place as Dongeun. The two of you could be two losers together. The two of you would have been in the same league. But you weren’t. You were better than that low-class bitch. You were far more refined. Far more perfect. Far more like them than Dongeun could ever be.

Sara removed one hand from your waist again to trail it up to your face, gripping your jaw from behind and forcing you to look over your shoulder to her. She locked you in an intense gaze, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lips before she spoke to your again.

“Are you grateful for me?” She asked, leaning in closer so that her words brushed against your cheek, her tongue poking out to give you a small lick before she glided her lips along your skin until she was at the corner of your lips. “I take care of you, don’t I?”

“I...I...”

“Hey, give that to me.” Sara said said, holding her hand out to Yeonjin and the others with her palm up, flexing her fingers as an indication for the highschoolers to pass her the curling iron. Yeonjin glared at her.

“We’re busy with it.”

“And I want to curl Y/N’s hair. Give it to me. You’ve warmed it up long enough.”

Sara and Yeojnin stared off with one another for a few moments before she huffed before nodding her head at Hyejeong to hand Sara the curling iron. Sara snatched it from Hyejeong and then gently grabbed some of your hair, expertly twirling it around the iron and holding it. You were frozen completely in her lap, the only body part moving being your hands as they trembled on your knees, Sara holding your hair delicately in her hand as she began to curl it.

“I’m so good to you Y/N, right?” She said, continuing with her task. You didn’t say anything, you were too afraid to say anything, especially since all the attention in the room was on you now, Dongeun sobbing in the background. Your silence was irritating Sara, so she tugged harshly at the hair near the side of your head, bringing the curling iron close to your neck, not touching your skin but close enough to feel the heat emitting from the metal rod. “...Right?”

“Y-Yes Sara.” You finally stuttered out, staying in place in fear of the curling iron to be pressed to your neck. Sara smiled.

“Look at me.” She ordered, pulling the curling iron away from your neck and hair to give you to space to turn your head, your eyes peaking over your shoulder to look at her. Sara grinned wildly at you.

“Do I take care of you?” She repeated. You gulped.

“Yes Sara.”

“Good girl.”

She teasingly winked at you before nodding at you to turn back, allowing her to continuing curling your hair until she was satisfied, handing it back to the others without a second glance before she wrapped you up in a hug again, Dongeun’s screams soon following afterwards. Sara smiled as she nuzzled her nose into your neck, inhaling your perfume scent.

Nothing could get more perfect than this.

Choi Hye-jeong

Hyejeong didn’t know when the feelings she felt for you had started to form, but she didn’t think they were easily going to go away, especially since she knew how fucked up the situation the two of you were in. There was hardly anything that she could do to help you or herself. In this circumstance, both you and her were victims, only you were truly the only one who was suffering.

You wouldn’t have become their new toy to play with if that bitch Dongeun hadn’t dropped out of school. If she had stayed and simply took what they gave her, then you would not be in this situation, taking the place of that pathetic bitch. Instead of Dongeun crawling along the gym floor with her legs tied up with the door chains that they had unlocked, it was you. The tears that were streaming on your face were obvious from the distance that Hyejeong sat on stage beside Yeonjin, the head bitch in charge smiling sadistically at you as you continued to crawl. Myeong-oh and Jaejun was walking beside you, chuckling and tossing quips at you every few minutes.

You looked so miserably, so broken...it simply made Hyejeong heart sting.

“Ne...where is my curling iron? I want to curl my hair today.” Yeonjin suddenly said, her finger twirling absentmindedly with a strand of her hair, the dark smile on her face only widening as she locked eyes with your tear filled ones. She then turned to Sara as she recorded the whole thing. “Did you bring it?”

“No, Hyejeong had it last. You got it?” Sara said, looking away from her phone screen to look at Hyejeong expectantly, soon joined by Yeonjin.

Hyejeong swallowed thickly at the attention that was suddenly on her by the two girls, her eyes darting between them before she turned to glance at you, your own eyes staring at her desperately and begging. Out of all five of them, Hyejeong was the least worst. Yeah, she watched everything that was done to you but she never really actively took part in it. She did in the beginning, but ever since her own heart began to twist painfully at the sight of you in pain, knocked down to the floor and under the heel of Park Yeonjin, she no longer felt the desire to lay hands on you.

Hyejeong was hardly in a place to save you from these circumstances...but she could elevate your suffering just a little bit.

“I forgot it.” She confessed, turning to look at Yeonjin with a slightly apologetic expression even though she felt no remorse for it. “Sorry.”

“What do you mean you forgot it?” Yeonjin demanded, her eyes narrowing dangerously and her lips twisting into an ugly snarl. “I told you to bring it!”

“Liar, you told Sara to but she just said she didn’t have it.” Heyjeong quipped, turning to look at the other girl with slight annoyance. Sara scoffed.

“Don’t blame me, I told you to bring it for next time!”

“Well I didn’t know today was going to be the next time!”

“You’re a fucking idiot!”

“Don’t call me an idiot you crazy bitch!”

“What the fuck did you say?!”

“Fuck, enough already! The two of you are giving me a headache!” Yeonjin snapped, huffing in frustration as she pinched the bridge of her nose before looking at you in disdain. “If I can’t test the curling iron temperature on her, then there is no fucking point then. This is boring.”

Yeonjin hopped off the stage and walked towards you, staring you down for a few moments before cursing.

“Fuck, lets just get out of here. She so damn slow.”

Without a second thought, Yeonjin walked past you and headed towards the exit, leaving everyone is slightly stunned silence, all of them glancing at you and then back to Yeonjin.

“What must we do with-” Jaejun started only to be interrupted with Yeonjin as she cursed again and whipped around to glare at them

“Fuck, leave the bitch here! I don’t care!”

Yeonjin whirled around and stormed off out the doors, leaving the gym silent for a few moments before they decided to head out after her. They all spared you one more look before heading out one by one, Myeong-oh and Jaejun pushing one another by the shoulders before heading out, Sara huffing to herself before she starting head out, although she did pause when she came across you.

“Pathetic bitch.” She said before shoving you by the shoulder with her foot, making you cry out in pain before she headed towards the door, turning her head around to look at Hyejeong irritably. “Come on already you crazy bitch.”

Hyejeong flipped Sara the bird at the insult but she got off the stage and started following after the artistic high school student, although she took her time so that when Sara had left the gym, it was only the two of you left. Hyejeong crouched down when she eventually reached you, her eyes on the door to make sure that the others weren’t coming back before she turned back to you.

“You are lucky I forgot the curler. You better be grateful to me. I saved you a whole lot of hell.”

You stared up at her tearfully, a bruise already forming on your cheek from where you had been shoved against the floor, your face taking most of the impact as you had not expected the shove from Yeonjin when you first arrived at the gym. Seeing the forming bruise brought pain to Hyejeong’s heart, the very sight of it making her breath shaky as she continued to gaze at you. She glanced back at the door and then back at you before sighing.

“You better not say a fucking word about this, otherwise both you and I are going to hell.” She said, digging into her pocket to grab a key and dropping it to the floor in front of you. “You better chain up the gym and give me back the key tomorrow, otherwise I will make sure I remember the curler.”

Since they used the gym often in their free time, they all made sure to get some copies of the gym keys so that they could access it whenever they wanted, something no one knew about except each other. And now you.

You stared at the key in slight shock, you hand crawling out slowly to cover it before your raised your eyes to look at Hyejeong. She couldn’t stand looking at your face, not when it brought so much pain to her. She already had spent too long in this damn gym, the others might come look for her and she could not be caught in the act of helping you, especially since it was against Yeonjin’s orders.

“Later loser.” Hyejeong hissed before she stood up and stormed towards the door, leaving you in behind in stunned silence without a second glance.

She couldn’t look at your face, not when she was partly responsible for it. There was nothing that she could do about your situation. Yeonjin’s word was everything and if Hyejeong went against her...she did not even want to think about what Yeonjin will do to her. She will much rather be a part of their group than one of their toys, and even though it brought her pain to see you in pain...she could not take your place. She did not have the money to save herself like Yeonjin and the others had to make a new life. She needed to keep herself as pristine as she is now in order to make it in life.

She hated the fact that you were hurting...but rather it be you than her.

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