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Anorak and Satyr

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Chapter 1 - Protect

The day was always the same for Y/N, getting out of bed, going to school, getting compliments from everyone about how beautiful she was, breaking someone's heart, telling someone she loves him, maybe kissing him, maybe holding hands with him, coming back home, spending time with her 6 brothers and going to bed.

And then of course bullying the most popular nerd of the school.

Kim Namjoon.

No one, literally no one talks to him or about him in front of her.

They don't talk much to him behind her as well.

Lost in all these thoughts Y/N was about to fall off her bed when a pair of muscular arms caught her.

"Aish. What were you thinking about?" Jin, Y/N's oldest brother said.

"Nothing important, just how to bully that stupid nerd Joon tomorrow."

"Come on now Y/N give him some room to breathe!"

"Why do you always take his side as if he is your brother instead of me?"

"No he's not my brother and I don't take his side because of something like that. I do that so as to protect you."

"Protect me? How?"

"What if a day comes which I hope never comes when a principal comes, who's not related to us and who's a great lover of truth and justice sees you bullying Namjoon and throws you out of the school?"

"Then it would be the last day he would be seeing the morning sun."

"You're impossible." Jin says shaking his head.

"That's why I am your sister." Y/N says kissing Jin on the left cheek and hopping off the bed.

"This girl's crazy." Jin says to himself and chuckles.

"OPPA COME ON OUT I'M STARVING."

"COMING."

"So Y/N whose heart did you steal today?"asks Jungkook, her twin.

"Some lad called Kin Mal-Chin."

"He good?"

"Certainly not!"

"Heh", says Jimin, Y/N's brother who is 1 year older than her.

"And what did you do to Namjoon?"

"Oh nothing. Just told him that God must've been drunk when he was making him."

"That's evil." says Taehyung, Jimin's twin.

"So evil", says Hoseok, her half brother.

"I know," replies Y/N with a mischievous smile.

"How did he react to that?" asks Yoongi, Y/N's another half brother.

"Just ran away and cried his eyes out I guess." Y/N says laughing like a maniac.

But before either of her brothers could react to her words, Jin shouts that  the food is ready.

"Come on let's help him." Y/N says.

"Oppa what is for dessert today?" asks

Y/N.

"It's a surprise."

"Come on now." She says pouting.

"Uh uh no matter how hard you try I won't tell you."

"Okay fine." Y/N says storming away with her food.

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"Now please tell me what's for dessert."

"Okay okay I'm telling." Says Jin. " So today for dessert we have... Cannoli and..... espresso."

"OH MY GOD! GIVE ME ONE RIGHT NOW." Y/N shouts.

"Fine fine I'm giving you."

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"Thank you so much Oppa for the treat." Y/N says hugging Jin.

"My pleasure sis."

Y/N yawns and says,

"I'm going to bed okay?"

"Good night." Everyone says.

"Good night."

Lying on the bed Y/N was thinking about all the things which Jin said to her.

What if truly a principal comes and throws her out of the school when he sees her bullying Namjoon?

"My goodness!" Y/N thought.

But what if they don't do that, instead they rustricrate her?

"I'll be dead!" 

She thought.

Thinking all this had her mind and heart feel so jammed that she had difficulty in breathing and she had to open the windows to breathe properly.

"I need to take my mind off these stupid things." Y/N thought.

She was strolling through the corridor when she knocked down a photo.

She didn't really pay any attention to whose picture that was but a certain black hair caught her eye.

The picture was of her dead boyfriend, Byung-joon.

For a moment it seemed to Y/N as if Joon was smiling right at her. And she could feel her heart beat escalating. For a moment it even felt like as if he was with her right at that moment. And as Y/N was extending her hand towards him to touch him, instead of brushing that soft and smooth skin of his cheeks, her hand came in contact with the tough and cold surface of the glass of the photo frame.