Just us ~Vhope Short~

My Backpack

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Relation to: The Chainsmokers - Closer Extended from the original Love Warning by Third Kid with Sarina Ruttana

Bc I thought, it would be funny to read that as a BTS Ship, idk.

Warning ⚠️: This is a big spoiler alert! Do not watch the video, if you don't want to know the end of the story right now. There will be the chance to watch it again later.

And one more time, that's not my story, see it as the book to the music video but with other characters.

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Drown in my thoughts I stroll through the school to the schoolyard, right along the hallway on the outside, before I turn into the direction of the exit. At least this is what I think I'm doing.

When I noticed, that the floor under my white Converse Chucks isn't a paved path but the green rubber floor of the basketball court, which is further to the left, extra fenced, next to the atrium, so that nobody would step on it when the team plays, it's already too late.

"Hoseok!", I hear the harsh words of one of the team members on the court. It klicks in my head and I'm brought back to reality. The reality in which I'm a hopeless loser that just interrupted a basketball match. Shit, I stand in the middle of the pitch, for the third time this week!

The athlete, who yelled at me just a moment before, turns out to be Min Yoongi, a quite good player. He rips my paper sheets out of my hands and throws them randomly into the air, only to pull my white pullover and shake me like I am one of his atrocious protein shakes. "How often do we have to tell you, that you shouldn't bother our training?", he yells towards my poor self again.

Slowly, a crowd of people is forming around us. The basketball rolls into a small group of girls at the sidelines of the pitch, one of whom picks it up silently and steps closer with her squad, all with an interested look on their face. I'm getting rid of Yoongis fists, bending over to the worksheets scattered indiscriminately on the floor. The remaining part of the sports crew watches me with a bitter face expression until a tall one, Kim Seokjin, rips my backpack off my back and waves it around in front of my nose.

I get up quickly, trying to reach it, but grabbing into the emptiness because he already threw it to the boy which stands to Yoongis right. The amused Jeon Jungkook pulls his arm up and uses every centimetre of his height to upset me. Finally, I manage to open my mouth: "Stop it Jungkook, this is my backpack, give it back to me!" Like their basketball, I bounce up and down, but I don't get to grasp the coated fabric. Not for a single second.

That's when I give up. In an instant, he stops waving his arm and laughs so incredibly dumb. Angrily, I fix him with my eyes that I don't even notice how a fourth enters the scene. A vigorous hand grabs after Jungkook's trained arm, which rows a little in the air due to the hardness of the handle. The boy expertly pushes the stiffened arm down. The surprise displaces the malicious joy in Jungkooks smile and he turns his head. Kim Taehyung. With the fiercest look, I have ever seen on someone's face.

He rudely snatches the straps of the backpack from the catches of his best friend and calmly looks at it before his serene look meets my slightly pleased one. I never thought that a popular student like him would stand up for me, even in the presence of his entire followers. In fact, I was once more stuck on him and his perfect profile view, which I was just watching for a few seconds in live HD when I distractedly missed the corner of the school gate and instead landed on the sports fields next to the gym.

I smile and reach out for my backpack, Taehyung smiles, too. But then something feels different, my stomach squeezes and screams for Deja Vu. And when he raises the cloth bag a little, I know what seems so familiar to me: it's the way he smiles. Exactly, like Jungkook's, a vile, mean that transforms to a dogged seriousness as he opens the flap and flips the entire back over.

My hand sinks down and my smile feels like erased, as pencils, folders, books as odds and sods find their ways to the floor.

And I can't do anything except for swallowing, feeling hurt and enduring it all. Sure, what have I expected?

With all of his force, Taehyung slams the empty backpack against my chest but I don't bother to hold it and prevent it from falling. Everything is down there anyway. I just keep staring at the grinning faces of the clique in front of me. Nobody motions and the whispering around us keeps getting into my ears, where it blurs into a unified hissing.

At some point, Taehyung moves again and comes, with a post-it between his fingers, closer. He roughly presses the bright yellow note on my forehead and turns around to his friends with a  dirty grin to initiate their exit.

Embarrassed and with narrowed eyes I turn around. I remain like this for a moment, with sweaty, clenched fists, until my brain starts to work and I hastily begin to collect my stuff, before sprinting towards my well deserved weekend.

Angry, more at my naive self than at the basketball players, I crumble the paper between my fingers and throw it grudgingly against the pink back of Taehyung's head. While he walks, he unobtrusively turns his head back in my direction. I imagine seeing something like sincere repentance in his deep eyes. They have an electrifying effect on me and my heart can't help but beat wildly against my ribs.

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As you may noticed, I'm not a native English speaker. If you can find some grammar or spelling mistakes or something sounds really weird, comment, so I can change that. 😿

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