Fangirls' Drama

"Yah, Taehyung! Are you drunk?" I accuse, "Whatever, I'm going to class now." I push against his bicep and begin to walk away, but he wraps his arms around me and hugs me, his solid chest up against my back.

"...Can we stay like this for a while?" Taehyung whispers sadly, nuzzling his face in my neck. His golden-brown hair tickles my skin, but I ignore it. I don't know what to do... he sounds so sad. My heart breaks at the knowledge of him being upset.

So I let him hug me and we stay like that for awhile, slowly rocking back and forth in the middle of the hallway, trying to find some sort of comfort in each other's arms.

Click

My eyes widen at the sound. Is that...?

"Did you hear that?" I ask Taehyung, turning around in his arms.

"It's probably your imagination," he plays it off. "You should go now."

Pushing me away, I oblige his action and head to class. I glance back once to see Taehyung dialing a number. I'm sure it was just my imagination, as Taehyung said it was.

After a long school day, I find myself trekking down the white hallway with a sore back from sitting in rigid chairs all day. Seriously, they need to invest in some cushions or something. Church pews would be more comfortable than those chairs! Maybe I should make a complaint? Perhaps I'll ask a church if they have any spare pews. Yeah, I'll have to try that.

I notice everyone is staring at me, but I ignore them and head to my red locker; I gasp when a bunch of rubbish and crushed papers spill out. What the heck?

I pick up the papers, each one saying something like, "Bitch! Why don't you just die already?" or, "Slut are you that shameless?" One even says, "I can't believe you're the kind of person that plays around with boys!"

I look around to see people giving me disgusted looks, and I scowl, "Yah! Who wrote all this? Come out and face me, you cowards!!"

A bevy of girls come and crowd around me like baying dogs, each one wearing a disgusting mask of shit on their face... oh wait, those are just their faces.

I recognise them as Jimin's and Taehyung's fans and prepare for a load of shit...besides their faces.

"Yah, you're Y/N aren't you? How dare you kiss Jimin in class?!" One screeches. Talk about dramatic.

"And how do you explain this, Y/N?!" One girl from Taehyung's fan group - whom I'm assuming is the leader - throws a photo on the floor.

I look down and realise it's a picture of Taehyung and me hugging earlier. So I didn't imagine that...

I shrug, "Yes, that's all real. But firstly, the incident where Taehyung and I were hugging, was just me comforting him. Secondly, Jimin kissed me, not the other way around! Get your facts right."

"Are you looking down on us? The Jimin fan club? How dare you speak to me this way? All high and mighty! I'll show you your place!" the leader scowls, her posse nodding with agreement.

One girls lifts a basket of eggs - where she got them, I have no idea - and presents them to the leader, who grabs one of the shells of calcium with a smirk. Good hand-eye coordination, that's what I was born with, and ain't I thankful!

The flying egg comes to stand neatly in my awaiting hand, leaving the girls gaping at me with wide eyes.

"You really need to stop wasting eggs," I click my tongue.

"Leader nim... I think this girl is not one to mess with. We should back out," one girl whispers.

"Yah, Y-Y/N. We're letting you go for now. I don't have time to deal with you... my time is too precious. I-it's not because we're scared or anything! Okay?" The leader's voice cracks. Just as quickly as they had appeared, they scatter and disperse into the crowd.

"Be gone!" I fist bump the air with a grin, accidentally dropping the egg. The egg wobbles in my hand as I catch it. Phew, almost dropped it there.

"Did the girls from Taehyung's fan club just run away?? What a bunch of cowards! Girls, don't be scared! Just throw the eggs at Y/N, she can't catch all of them!" someone says, and my eyes bulge at the sight of a couple dozen eggs being lifted to the air.

I glance at the egg in my hand and shout, "Yeet!"

I run for my life after throwing the egg - but I trip over my own feet and fall against the red locker. Bracing myself for the hardest impact of the eggs, I frown when it never comes, yet I hear the sound of eggs smashing against something.

I look up to see Jimin standing there with wide, black eyes, his back dripping with raw egg yolk and she defends me from the posse's attack.

"J-Jimin..." a girl squeaks with terror, not believing she just hit her 'true love'.

"Over there!" Taehyung yells, running towards us with the discipline master at his side.

"What do you think you're doing?! Stop right there!" And everyone runs.

My hand finds it's way to Jimin's as we run out of the place, running all the way to... Jimin's house.

I stand in the living room with labored breaths, not being a very fit person. Hey, yeah you, I saw that judging stare.

"You should go take a shower, you reek of rotten eggs... but thank you for saving me. I could've handled myself on my own, ya know," I defend my pride.

"If I didn't defend you just now, you'd be the one stinking of rotten eggs," Jimin points out before heading to the bathroom with a chuckle.

Some time later, the doorbell rings. With Jimin still in the bathroom, I open the door, wondering who it could be.

I gasp when I meet blue orbs. Taehyung...

"Oh, you're here," Jimin mumbles as he walks towards us with a towel wrapped around his hair.

"Yah, Jimin! How dare you run away with Y/N without waiting for me?! I had to clean up your mess, thanks to you!" Taehyung rambles with a scowl, his lean yet muscular arm bracing himself against the doorframe.

"What are you two talking about?" I ask whilst moving to let Taehyung in.

"That sound you thought you heard earlier, that was the girls from my fan club taking a picture, " Taehyung explains. Oh...

"After you left, I called Jimin and told him what happened. He told me to look for the discipline master in order to punish those girls while he came over to find you."

"However, I didn't expect Jimin to run away with you, and for me to end up having to explain what happened to the discipline master!"

"Also, you don't have to worry that the girls will attack you again. The discipline master caught the girls from the fan club and were suspended from school," Taehyung explains.

"Thank you, both of you. Really." I smile from the bottom of my heart whilst closing the door, watching as both of their cheeks go red.