Pucker Up, Buttercup | Jaeyong

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It seems that I have been automatically moving backwards, dragging my feet wearily, to the point my skull hits a brick wall - piercing, and also immensely embarrassing for me. It drags the attention away from Jaehyun, all the way to me, seeing as I am the one who looks more terrified. In a certain degree I am glad he is no longer the centre of attention, but to be the one to replace him is difficult; after all, I probably am one of the worst people out of everybody in this area to have the attention redirected at them. I barely think I am coping right now. I immediately feel dizzy, my legs wobbling in cowardice, hands rubbing the strap nervously, hair sticking to my forehead. There are tons of negative scenarios playing through my mind, changing and swivelling like a tape in a cassette.

One of them laughs at me. It hits like a short distance arrow to my chest, digging through my internal organs, burrowing deep inside of me, creating a hollowed-out space to nest in, but ultimately halting when the tip of the metaphorical arrow meets the wall. There is no doubt about it; I am trapped. It feels as though my lungs are being clasped and clamped, momentarily I am struggling to intake even small breaths.

Stop.

"He's malfunctioning-" I listen as another individual intervenes, a feminine voice this time instead of a guttural one. More giggles can be heard following that statement, especially female ones. "-it's fucking creepy, to be honest. Is he a fucking robot?"

"Maybe he's possessed!"

Laughter.

"Of course, Froggy would go on a date with a demon, he can't even find a human to be his friend. He's a frog after all..."

Laughter.

It never ends. They're digging the hole deeper and deeper until — there is only so much I can handle! —  rain is slipping out of the edges of my eyes, my lower lip is unconsciously trembling, and the worst part; I even wept. Like a newborn baby. Fragile and powerless, I feel degraded just from those short sentences.

"I know him! He's that crackpot who-" A slapping noise rippled and reverberated throughout the entire area, it bounced off of the buildings and surrounding objects and directly into everybody's ears. Even into the ears of an old, nearly-deaf grandma sunbathing in her garden even though it is cloudy outside today. All I could do is unexpectedly tremble more vigorously and slowly (but surely) motion my eyes upwards, I still keep my head pinned low. "The fuck-" I couldn't believe my eyes, I had no idea that Jaehyun had riled himself up like this, especially since I was convinced that he was going to stand there and do nothing.

Instead, let me paint a picture; several male students are crowding around me (perhaps six or seven, almost unrecognizable) then there is the skinny pretty figure of the most popular girl in school - Krystal along with her so-called female disciples; all of which have their arms crossed under their big protruding chests to create the illusion of making their breasts look bigger, long dark and blonde hair curled at the ends and almost matching, most leaning on one of their feet to show off their pretty hips that meet with their long skinny legs, they have definitely broken the dress code by hiking the bottom of their skirts up to their thighs as if it is more than a fashion statement. They're so skinny that they're almost skeletons, it's like they don't possess the time to care about eating, or they have eating disorders... Then there's Jaehyun, veins popping out of the temples of his forehead - blazing with a crackling flame. He had his hands locked securely around Donghae's neck, squeezing the life out of him, it looked as though his intention was to kill.

"You can beat me up as much as you want!" He asserts his vocal anger through spit and gritting teeth "But if you make Taeyong cry, or lay one of your dirty fingers on him again- I'll make sure you won't want to live anymore!"