MY REDEMPTION •KTH FF•

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But Jungkook insisted, "Let me see it." He carefully examined the bruise on your knee and said, "You should be more careful. Does it hurt a lot?"

Taehyung, who was sitting across from you, scoffed, "Why do you care, Jungkook? It's none of your business."

"Taehyung it's look bad, let kookie treat it."  Yoora said.

He clenched his fists in agitation, watching Jungkook's every move closely. He knew that the bruise was a result of his antics, and guilt gnawed at him as he observed the dried blood on your knee. Why was he feeling bad? He had never felt this way before, especially not towards you.

Meanwhile, Jimin was watching the scene unfold with a frown on his face. He muttered to Taehyung, "This is ridiculous. Why is Jungkook being nice to her?"

Taehyung clenched his fists in frustration and glared at Jungkook. "Just ignore him, Jimin. We'll just leave."

Despite the tension in the air, Jungkook finished tending to your bruise and gave you a reassuring smile. "Take care of yourself, okay? If you need anything, just let me know."

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As Taehyung walked down the hallway, flashes of memories invaded his mind. He couldn't shake the image of your knee with dried blood staining the skin. It was because of him, he knew it. He had always been the bully, the tough guy who showed no mercy. But this time, seeing the blood on your knee made him feel something he couldn't explain - guilt.

He didn't understand why he felt this way towards you. In the past, he had hurt many people without a second thought. He had never stopped to consider the consequences of his actions. But with you, it was different. He felt a pang of regret deep within him.

Taehyung found himself questioning his own behavior. Why did he hate it when Jungkook treated your bruises with care? Why did he feel a sense of unease when Jungkook showed concern for you? Was it jealousy? Or was it something deeper that he couldn't comprehend?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. A sudden ring from his phone interrupted his reverie. Picking up the call, Taehyung realized it was his father on the line.

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You were sitting in class, struggling to keep your eyes open as Yoora sat beside you, chattering away non-stop. You could feel her gaze on you, but you were too tired to engage in conversation. 

Yoora nudged your arm to get your attention. "Hey, do you have a crush on someone?" she whispered mischievously.

You shook your head, trying to focus on the teacher's voice in the background. "No, I don't have a crush on anyone. Why do you ask?"

Yoora raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your answer. "Come on, you can't fool me. There must be someone you like."

You chuckled, denying her accusation. "I'm serious, Yoora. There's no one I have a crush on."

She nudged your elbow and leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "There are plenty of handsome boys who would love to be with you. Give them a chance."

You denied it, trying to brush off her question. "Nah, it's nothing like that," you replied, hoping to put an end to the conversation.

Yoora raised an eyebrow and nudged your elbow. "You're lying," she said with a grin.

You chuckled at her persistence. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm good for now," you said, trying to convey that you were not interested in dating at the moment.