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Suga ~badboy

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter contains bullying. I advise that if you're going trough this or have been bullied you don't read this chapter.

And, to all the victims of bullying, please know that eventually it'll get better. Maybe it doesn't look like that at the moment, but it will. And please know that you are loved by people. And also, if you want to talk to me about something or just want someone to listen to your story, please know that my inbox is always opened. 💙💜❤️💚

"There he is again Y/N." Your friend says. You're taking your books for the next hours out of your locker and putting the ones from the previous two hours back. "Who are you talking about." You don't see it, but you know that your friend is rolling her eyes from beside you. "Mister thinks he's the best in everything. He's coming. You know, that asshole that poured his cola over your head."

You sigh and close your locker. "Suga? I honostly couldn't care less about what he's up to."

"That hurts Y/N." Your friend's eyes grow big as she's looking at something behind you, or rather, someone. You turn around and see the guy that's been bullying you for years. He's wearing the school uniform just like everybody else, but somehow he manages to make it look cooler. He has mint green hair, quite an odd choice, but he looks good with it. Okay, maybe you think he's handsome. But that doesn't change the fact that he's a rude person that makes your life a living hell.

"Now you know how I feel every single day." You reply. Suga raises an eyebrow. So, we're speaking back now huh. Might have to figure something out for that don't we."

You roll your eyes. "Goodbye Suga. Unlike you, I actually attend the classes I have to and they are starting so I'm going now. Fun talking with you like usual."

You grab your friends hand and pull her to the next class of the day.

During lunch. You're sitting with your other friends for a while because for some reason Y/F/N (your friend's name) hasn't showed up yet.

"Where do you think she is?" Your other friend raises his shoulders. "Ask her yourself. She's right there." He points over your shoulder to Y/F/N who is approaching you with a salad in her hand.

"Hi, I'm sorry I had to ask my Spanish teacher something about the upcoming test." You nod and she sits down next to you. Your other friend takes off pretty soon afterwards.

Y/F/N shoves a piece of paper in your direction. "Open it the first five minutes of your next class." You nod and put the piece of paper in your bag.

The next lesson is just as boring, so that's why you're counting down every second until you can finally open the piece of paper. It's five minutes after the start of the lesson so you take the paper, carefull so that the teacher won't notice it in your hand.

You open it on your notebook.

Toilets near emergency exit #1. As soon as possible ~Y/F/N

You fold the piece of paper and hide it in your pencil case. You raise your hand and ask the teacher if you could use the bathroom. "Ofcourse Y/N, but come back here as soon as possible."

You leave the classroom and make your way to the toilet. Strange, where is she? I thought I would meet her here. She's probably just running late like usual.

Suddenly, someone leaves a classroom at the end of the hallway and makes it's way to you. Only, it's not who you expected it to be.

"Aha I see you came! Good, you and I need to have an important conversation." Suga pushes you into an empty classroom next to the toilets and locks the door. "I didn't really like the way you stood up to me this morning. Did you forget who rules this school? Me, Min Suga."

You roll your eyes. "Do you think I care about popularity and stupid stuff like that? I don't. Now, I'm sorry I offended your ego, can I go back then?" Suga chuckles darkly. "Remember that time I poured cola over your head? I've got something much worse planned for you today. Come here everyone!" A bunch of the popular kids from your school step out of their hiding spot. They are carrying some weird bottles while others are holding big bags filled with a white substance.

Suga holds your arms around your back so you can't escape. Three cheerleaders open their bottles and pour the stuff inside over your head. It's sticky and drips down your head. Honey.

The guys throw the white stuff over you that sticks to your clothes because of the honey.

Everyone starts laughing. "Oh, and now the big surprise. Guess who you have to thank for all of this." Suga says. Your friend shyly steps into your vision. "I'm so sorry Y/N, but they said that if I didn't write the letter and gave it to you that they would do the same to me. I never meant to hurt you!"

You shake your head, trying to hold back your tears. You quickly rush out of the classroom while you can still hear all of them laughing. You open one of the cabines in the bathroom and fall down onto the ground. You sob with your head resting on your knees.

After a while, you hear the door of the bathroom open. Someone knocks onto the door. "Go away." You say. The person knocks again. "What do you want?!" You practically yell while opening the door. Suga is standing in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I didn't want it to get this far." He wipes away a few tears from your cheek, but you quickly push away his hand.

"Why? What did I do to deserve all this?" Suga sighs and rubs over his forehead. "My friends. I told them a few years ago that I eumh, like you. They said that I had to bully you to get your attention." You shake your head. "Well, congrats. You got my attention. But I'm guessing this is not the way you wanted it." Suga nods.

"I'm really sorry. If there was a way I could turn back time, I would." You shake your head. "What do you want from me?" Suga looks up. "A second chance?" "Fine. You get a second chance, but don't expect me to go on a date with you right away. You need to earn it after what you did."

Suga nods. "Thanks Y/N." You walk out of the bathroom and leave the school. You never even considered the fact that maybe Suga liked you. And maybe, just maybe, you like him too. But after all of this, after what happened, it would take a long time before you would open up to him and maybe be open for the idea of going on a date with him.