He's My Only One

{Kimma's POV}

I walked through the hallways of the school and continued to yank down on my sleeves.

I decided to wear my school's long sleeved blouse (the school uniform) and wear a thick scarf around my neck to hide as much as possible from yesterday. I put on tons of makeup on my face to hide the cuts and the bruises and wore the normal school skirt with my normal shoes.

I sighed as I walk into my 1st-period class, History class.

I continued to look down with my head low as I made my way towards my seat in the back of the class.

I heard laughter and looked up to see 'the bitch' Catherine smirking at me. Before I can process anything, she extended her foot in front of me and I tripped, falling flat on my face.

I usually would've been able to move over that ‘obstacle’..

I yelped as pain shoots throughout my entire body. The bruise on my stomach throbbed and so did the rest of my bruises and cuts. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. I'm in too much pain to even dare move my body, so I just laid there, wishing that I can just disappear and become invisible.

Sadly, my wish doesn't come true.

Maybe I should have just fallen off that edge of the rooftop. Maybe I wouldn't have to suffer this much if I just fell down and ended it all.

It's all Jungkook’s fault. He just had to grab onto my wrist and save me from falling to my death.

It would've been much better if he just had let me fall.

I HATE him. I HATE how he was so nice to me. I HATE how he would push me away. I HATE how he made me feel. I HATE everything about him!!!

"Awwww what's wrong? The little whore can't get up now? You're such a little baby", the bitch said, snickering with her ‘friends’.

I can feel my anger slowly start to build as the other students laughed at the remark.

"You're not so tough, and you're not so pretty either,” she said as the other students continued to snicker and laugh at me.

I finally found the strength in me and stood up slowly. I looked over at her with a menacing glare and punch her right up in the jaw.

"I have had enough of you and the crap that comes flying out of your mouth every single day!! Have you ever stopped and actually think with that tiny brain of yours that no one gives a single fuc-"

I got cut off from my words when I feel a strong hand cover my mouth, stopping me from cursing.

"Tsk tsk Wang. Hasn't anyone told you that a pretty lady like you can’t cuss in front peasants like this woman in front of you? Be the better person and smile at your enemy. A grimace enlightens them, and a smile kills them,” the voice said seriously behind me. I turned around to see Jungkook, smirking at the girl in front of me.

I grabbed his hand and took it off my face harshly.

"Back away Jungkook", I yelled as the class silenced immediately.

His eyes widen as he stared at my bottom lip.

"Whoa Wang, what happened to your lip?” Jungkook asked as he continues to stare at me. I brought my hand to my face and winced as my fingers brush against the cut on my lip.

Dammit, he took some of the makeup off my face when he covered my mouth.

I shoved him away and covered my mouth with my hand. I look over at Jungkook to see him staring at his hand with a grimace.

"I didn't know you wore this much makeup,” he said as he stares at his hand.

Well, that's because I usually don't wear a lot of makeup.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and start to walk out of the classroom when I felt a hand grab onto my arm. I winced in pain as I got pulled back from walking forwards. I turned around to see Jungkook giving me a weird expression.

I can't tell if his expression shows confusion or concern because I brought my focus down to my arm. I tried to wiggle my arm out of his grasp, but that made him tighten his grip even more. I bit my lip in pain and accidentally reopen the old cut on my bottom lip.

"Jungkook!!!! LET GO!" I screamed at him, glaring at him as he continued to grip onto me. I tasted iron as I felt warm liquid pooling on my bottom lip. I look towards the corner of my eye to see Taehyung getting out of his seat and jogging towards Jungkook and me.

"Jungkook stop! You're hurting her," Taehyung said as he removed Jungkook’s grip on my arm. I sighed in relief and look towards Taehyung with as much sincerity that I could possibly manage and said, "thanks, Taehyung,”

I walked out of the classroom and continued to walk down the hallway until I finally reached the staircase with the words "ROOFTOP" displayed in bold letters. I walked up the staircase in a slow pace, holding my stomach and grimacing as each step caused the bruise on my stomach to throb in pain.

I finally make it to the rooftop and breathe in the fresh air. I carefully made my way towards the edge of the rooftop and stood there, staring at the ground four stories below me.

"If he didn't save me, I would have been dead by now", I mumbled as I lean forward slightly.

I wonder what it would feel like to completely fall to my death, to plummet straight down and die.

I wouldn't have to face my father anymore. I could finally see my mother again.
Plus, it's not like anyone would miss me or even remember me. It's not like I have anyone-

"Wang!! Back away from the ledge,” I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Jungkook standing in the doorway with clenched fists.

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter :(

HOWEVER....
In replacement to the short chapter, I will hopefully be posting another one shortly to make up for it!!!

have fun reading, and enjoy yourselves! :)