1. My Bad Boy [Yoongi]

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I raced down the sidewalk. Angry tears running down my face.

This is why I don't bother with boys! I ran to my little private area. A little meadow hidden behind trees at the park. I sat down and cried angrily. I ripped grass from the ground and threw it around. The tears dried on my face. I laid down on the grass and stared at the sky.
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I quietly left the park. It was dark, I accidentally fell asleep. I walked down the barren streets. Very few lights lighting my path. The only sounds were my foot steps, very faint sounding foot steps. I let out a breath and kept walking. An arm slipped around my waist, a hand covered my mouth. My heart started racing as I was pulled into a dark alley way. I screamed in terror. I couldn't see the guys face, it was hidden by a face mask. He pinned me to the ground. He gagged me with some rags. I kicked my feet. I loosened my right hand free and swung towards his face. I managed to punch his cheek. He cursed. I removed the gags.

"Help me!" I screamed. His hand made contact with my face, leaving a singing pain. Tears ran down my cheeks, he held my hands with one hand. He re-gagged me. He ripped open my shirt, buttons flew. He groaned happily. I cried, almost choking on the rags. He roughly made contact with my left breast. I screamed.

"Shut up!" He said, giving me another slap. My cheek stung, my tears running down endlessly. He reached down to my skirt. I thrashed around. I heard the flick of a knife, my blood ran cold. The cold tip pressed against my neck.

"Stay fucking still!" He warned. I closed my eyes tightly. I kept completely still. He started to yank down my skirt. I crossed my legs instinctively.

"Hey!" Someone else yelled. I heard a thump. My eyes shot open. My hands were free, I removed the rags and coughed. I looked up. Two figures struggling against the wall. I crawled backwards until my back hit a wall. I watched the two men in terror. The guy threw my attacker in the streets.

"This isn't over" he growled.

"Fight me then" my savior said. The masked man ran off. My savior turned. I desperately tried to fix myself. He came to me, he cupped my cheek.

"Chae it's okay" he said.

That voice...my breathing slowed.
"Y-Yoongi?" My voice shakey.

"You're okay" he said.

Yoongi! I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Sobs escaped my lips, tears fell down my face. He hugged me back lightly.

"Thank you so much" I cried.

"I wasn't gonna just sit by and watch" he said. He pulled me to my feet. He looked down and saw my exposed chest, his face got red.

"Here" he removed his jacket and gave it to me. I put it on and zipped it up.

"Lets get you home" he wrapped his arm around my waist and walked me home.
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I avoided eye contact with Yoongi at all costs the next day. If he didn't care why'd he save me? We were having our study sesh. He huffed.

"I'll be right back" he stood.

"Okay" I said quietly. He didn't move.

"Why are you not saying anything? Normally you would've forced me down"

"I don't care what you do. Go do it" I said blankly. He didn't respond. He just walked out. I packed my stuff. I exited the library and started leaving school. I caught a glimpse of him by his car, he had a white stick in between his fingers. I looked at him. He brought it to his lips, held it there, when he moved it smoke escaped his lips. My jaw dropped.

What the hell?! Why is he smoking?! He turned to me. My heart stopped. He smirked and winked. I felt my cheeks heat up. I turned and walked away.