Plot: You're being bullied at your school but rapmon doesn't know, but when one day he decides to surprise you and pick you up, he sees you get bullied and saves you
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
For anon, I hope you like it!
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!
Is there anything that’s perfect? Body, grades, life? This was something that weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn't something odd to think about at your age but it was something weird to be thinking off around 2am in the morning. Turning for the for nth time, you finally drifted to sleep but was pulled out of your sleep by the sound of your alarm clock. Your daily routine kicked in which involved; brushing teeth, bathing, getting dressed, sorting out hair and then looking at your phone for your morning message.
Have fun at school today baby. I will see you later at the studio. Love you lots.
‘School…’ You sigh heavily as you look at the purplish bruise on your inner arm, ‘How fun.’
Getting on the bus, you sank deep into your seat and put on your earphones. The calming music vibrated into your ears as you looked out the window at the moving scenery. The morning bus drives were always your favourite thing during the day, apart from seeing Namjoon. Tapping your finger melodically on your thigh, you felt your earphones begin ripped out.
Here we go, The thought rang through your mind.
‘Morning brat.’ A familiar voice sneered, ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Y-yes, Jihoon.’ You stutter, looking down in your lap.
‘Speak louder you idiot! Someone of us aren't used to mouse talk.’ Lee Jihoon, your classmate and personal bully, asked.
‘Yes!’ Your voice more firm.
‘Ooooo look at that, little miss mouse has a bite.’ Jihoon pushed your head, resulting in it hitting the widow slightly as the bus came to a stop, ‘Well see you later mouse.’
Grabbing your things, you all but ran out the bus. Truth be told, you hated attending school, well just the current one you were attending at the moment. You never understood why you were bullied, you never bothered anyone. You did as you were told and moved on with life. Rubbing your head, you bumped into someone which caused you too freeze
‘Jihoon?’ The voice asked and instantly calmed you down.
‘Do you even have to ask.’ You sigh looking up at your best friend, Yerim.
‘I don’t understand why you don’t just report them, Y/N.’ She huffed.
‘Because if I do that then they will be more angry.’ You reasoned, looking at the bruise in your inner wrist.
‘Has Namjoon seen that?’ Yerim asked with a raised brow.
‘No and he will never see it.’ You pull down your jersey sleeve and walked to class.
The bruise was given to you a few days ago by Jihoon and his band of misfits. It was still slightly sore but only when force was used by that hand. One would say it was unethical for a boy to bully a girl, but it wasn't just him. Within the group there were four girls who made your life a living hell. Peace couldn't even be achieved in the bathroom because they would be around.
Same old same old, could have been better.
Are you okay, babe? You sound offish.
I am okay baby, I have to go to class. See you later ^^
Locking your phone, you slipped it into your backpack to only hear a snicker behind you, ‘How cute. Busy telling the boyf about your day?’
‘Yes.’ Your response short as you tried to walk pass them but only to be shoved into the wall.
‘Hey hold up, what’s the rush buttercup?’ Seunghee asked, ‘It must be so burdensome to be a student while your boyfriend is already an adult. Talk about being a babysitter.’ The others laughed at the comment, ‘Are you sure he isn't paid by your parents to look after you, so you don’t go running into moving traffic?’
Just then the bell rang and you bolted from the scene before they could rip into you anymore. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you sat in class. The day dragged with lessons and hourly bully checks. Eventually the final bell rang and you were on the bus towards Namjoon. Getting off you sighed, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Your back still hurt from being thrown into the wall earlier.
‘Babe!’ Your prince beamed.
‘Hey Joonie.’ You smile as he came to hug you, you just placed your hand on his chest, ‘Ahhh no hugs.’
‘What?’ Why?’ He asked with a raised brow? ‘I haven't seen you all day.’
He pouted at the rejection while a little chuckle left your lips, ‘I hmmmm just had gym so I am all sweaty. Do you want a sweaty hug?’
‘It’s not like I haven't been sweaty with you before.’ A naughty grimace spread upon his face as the dimples appeared.
‘Namjoon!’ You hit his chest playfully to only wince at the pain that shot up your arm, ‘Ahh!’
‘What?’ He grabbed your arm, ‘Baby are you okay?’
He was about to lift your sleeve before you ripped it from his touch, ‘No it’s nothing. I am sure I just hit you in a weird manner. Probably from those sculpted pecks.’
‘Ha ha ha, very funny,’ He now held your clothed wrist delicately, placing a soft kiss on it, ‘Are you sure you okay?’
‘My wrist is fine.’ You reassured.
He took your face in his hands and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, ‘I am talking about you in general, not your wrist baby girl. You have been very offish for the past few days. Is everything good? Home? School?’ He looked deep into your eyes, ‘You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.’
At that moment you wanted to spill everything out to him. You wanted to scream out your irritations and frustrations to the world. But you rather not tell him. He was your boyfriend, not your counsellor. Sighing, you placed a delicate kiss on his lips before breaking apart and giving him the biggest smile you could ever muster.
‘I am okay, baby.’ You said for the nth time, ‘But I have to go home now.’
‘But you just got here!’ He whined.
‘I have tons of school work.’ You stated, ‘I am sorry. But I will see you this weekend, okay?’
‘I might finish late and I rather not take the bus.’
With that, you said your goodbyes and split ways. Truth be the matter, you just didn't want to tell him you might be late due to the issues at school because he would want to know why and all that. Arriving at home, you took some meds and went straight to bed. The evening sky was quickly replaced with the morning one. Soon the daily routine kicked in. Bus bullying, scolding from best friend but you tired your best avoiding your offenders.
Walking, you suddenly tripped due to someone, ‘Some would say you are avoiding us Y/N-ah.’
‘And we don’t like being avoided.’ Seunghee added, bending down and tilting your chin up, ‘I’m sure you are used to that feeling though.’
‘Wh-why are you all doing this?’ Your voice cracked, a car pulling up in the parking lot a few feet away.
‘Ahhhh it’s fun?’ Jihoon questioned, a person emerging from the sleek car and walking towards the group of people, ’Does that qualify as a viable answer?’
‘I would say so.’ Another chuckled, ‘Unless you want a soppy answer. Do you want a soppy answer?’
You remained silent, ‘Well do you?!’
‘Y-yes.’ Your voice shook at the force in Seunghee’s question.
‘Look at that, she is actually talking back.’ She pushed you down before standing up.
Your body was in pain. Your back still ached from yesterday and your wrist was on fire due to having to hold yourself up. Picking yourself up, you no longer lay down but sat up straight and looked up towards them. They were once your friends, people you cared about when you were younger but something changed. You weren't sure and you knew they would never tell you because they left you all alone. Attending school with the people you once cared for was something that was the toughest for you.
‘What? All talk and no bark?’ Jihoon sneered.
‘Maybe she needs a lesson, Hoon-ah.’ Seunghee urged.
‘Or maybe you all need a hit in the head.’ A voice broke the conversation, causing your heart to sink into your chest and them to turn their heads towards the person.
‘Get the fuck away from Y/N!’ Your boyfriend threatened.
‘And what if we don’t?’ Jihoon stood up from himself, ‘Not like you can do anything about it, ahjussi.’
Before Namjoon could make a logical thought in his head, his first went ramming into the younger males face. Jihoon flew to the floor due to the impact that was applied to his cheek, ‘The next person to talk ill towards me gets something way worse then that punch, do you hear me?’
‘Y-yes.’ The others stuttered.
‘I am your senior and elder, show some respect you punks!’ He spat, ‘Next time I see anyone of you around Y/N or even looking at her, I will personally end you. Understood?’ They all nodded, ‘Now beat it before things get ugly.’
With shuffled footwork, they ran down the halls as you tried to get up, ‘Ah..AH!’
‘Wait wait baby,’ He picked you up in bridal style, ‘Let me help you.’
‘What are you doing here?’ You asked as he placed you down on a bench, and took a seat.
‘I wanted to come fetch you since you said you didn't wanna take the late bus, and it’s a good thing I did,’ He looked at you, ‘What was all that?’
‘Nothing, just friends being friends.’
‘Y/N, I maybe a few years out of school but I ain’t that old to know that those weren't friends. Are you being bullied?’
‘I would say casual teasing.’ You said softly.
‘Casual teasing doesn't have one on the floor, thats called physical assault.’ He corrected, ‘Why didn't you tell me?’
‘I don’t know…’ The lie seemed to sound more real then anything.
‘So suffering in silence was your best option?’ He asked with a raised brow, ‘Listen to me Y/N Y/L/N, I am your boyfriend.’
‘Exactly you are my boyf-’
‘A boyfriend that wants to protect and keep you safe. I can’t do that when you keep things from me, so promise me something.’
‘Promise me you will tell me anything that is troubling you. Whether its friends, family or life. I need to know because what if I didn't come at the time that I did, imagine what would have happened?! How could I live with myself knowing that something like that happened right under my nose-’
Namjoon was shut up by your soft lips on his. Within seconds, his plump ones kissed you back with the utter most delicate touch. Enveloping yours, you placed a hand on his knee and gave it a reassign squeeze before pulling apart and pressing your foreheads together and whispering softly.
