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Yeorin couldn't stop crying. Not after Seongjun took her on the cold floor of the toilet stall, while the boys outside could hear every desperate cry as she begged him to stop.

But he didn't. Just like he never did.

Every part of her broken body hurt. No wonder she was in pain after Seongjun mercilessly broke all the joy and happiness she had slowly built with Gyujin. They all disappeared the moment Seongjun ripped her shirt apart.

Gyujin.

Gosh, how disappointed he'd be when he hears how she was weak once again. How she couldn't fight against Seongjun's disgusting hands.

She couldn't stop thinking about him.

Would he still date her after he knew what happened to her?

Would he still date her after he realises she's too weak to defend herself?

Would he still hold her like before?

Would he be with someone this broken?

Would he feel disgusted?

All these horrible thoughts were running around her head, making her feel more miserable and hurt than ever.

She stayed in the corner of the restroom, curled up as she sobbed helplessly, while the boys were going through Gyujin's bag.

They snickered when they pulled a fake gun out of his bag.

At least they thought it was fake.

Seongjun crouched down next to her, roughly gripping her chin to turn her head towards him.

"Hey, cupcake. How about we gave your little boyfriend a visit. He'd like that, wouldn't he?" He smirked at her terror filled eyes.

She didn't want Gyujin to see her like this. This vulnerable and broken.

He didn't wait her to answer, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to stand up.

Her legs felt like jelly, her insides were aching, while her heart and soul shattered into million pieces.

She cried out as he led her down the hall of the school, not once loosening his grip on her hair, only to hold her tighter whenever she tried to wiggle herself free.

Seongjun didn't care if the teacher saw him, he wanted to show the school he was the king.

He ignored everyone who looked at him with fear, while looking at h the poor crying girl with pitiful eyes. They knew she was sweet. Always greeted them with warm smiles and small gestures, now this monster was publicly humiliating her as he dragged her through the school basically topless.

Opening the door of her classroom, they saw Gyujin frantically searching for something in his bag, only to single it empty.

"Hey, Fuck-gyu!" Seongjun called out to him.

Gyujin looked up from his bag, only for his heart to stop beating the moment he laid his eyes on his girlfriend, crying softly in Seongjun's grip, while the bully held up his gun with his other hand.

Seongjun smirked at the younger boy, entertained by how aghast he looked. He didn't know whether he was scared because of how his girlfriend looked like or because his play thing was in his hands, but Seongjun was enjoying every second of it.

"What's up? Looking for this? Or perhaps for her?" He taunted Gyujin, tightening his grip in her hair to get a small whine from her.

"Goddamn it, you little shit. I almost forgot how amazing she felt because of how you've been hiding her from me. Damn..... this was a nice reminder." Yeorin didn't dare to look in Gyujin's eye as Seongjun spoke.

Even she felt disgusted by herself. Why wouldn't he?

"Were you gonna shoot us with this? Man, I was wondering why you've been acting so tough lately. At first I thought because of her.....but because of this toy?" Seongjun walked forward, dragging Yeorin along with him.

Gyujin felt his body freeze as he realised what had happened.

She looked utterly broken.

He knew.

Oh, how he wished to not to, but he knew what Seongjun did. And it made him feel devastated.

Because he wasn't there. He wasn't there to prevent this. He left her alone and that's when they struck.

He was heartbroken to see her like this, tears streaming down her eyes, clothes torn apart, but he felt more sadness as he realised how awful and miserable she must've felt.

"It looks real. Kind of scary." Sangtae commented.

"Scary? For fuck's sake. Hey, you scared of this?" Seongjun pointed the gun to his friend's forehead.

"No, go ahead and shoot."

"You fucking losers scared of this?" Seongjun jokingly lifted the gun, pointing it around the class.

Then, he pulled Yeorin by the hair closer to his body. She winced loudly, hands gripping his iron grip on her hair in hope for him to let go, only for him to place the gun to the side of her head.

"Stop fucking moving." Seongjun growled into her ear.

She froze, scared to disobey him, yet what got to Yeorin's attention was how Gyujin started to slightly shake. Like he was afraid of something specific. Almost afraid for her.

"It's just a BB gun. You stupid idiot." Seongjun looked at Gyujin, but the gun stayed beside Yeorin.

"Don't shoot." Gyujin whispered, his eyes fixed on Yeorin.

He felt truly terrified. Not because he'd get caught for bringing a real gun to school if Seongjun shoots the gun, but because the first victim would be Yeorin. He was terrified of that possibility.

"Don't shoot." Yuseok mocked him in the background.

Seongjun chuckled darkly, pushing the gun almost painfully against the sobbing girl.

Gyujin tried to run forward to get her away from him, but Sangtae and Yuseok grabbed each of his arms, preventing him from saving her.

"You're not going anywhere, fucking asshole. Hey." Seongjun leaned closer to the struggling boy, looking him dead in the eyes. "Hey, you scared? Are you?"

Annoyed how he didn't respond, Seongjun stood up straight with a dramatic sigh and slammed Yeorin to the nearest desk, bending her over.

She yelled out in shock as her upper body hit the desk hard, while Seongjun decided to taunt Gyujin more. He placed his groin right over her ass, one hand pinning her by the neck down the desk while the other placed the gun to her head.

"Let's see." Seongjun laughed as he cocked the gun.

"Don't shoot. You shouldn't shoot that gun." Gyujin struggled against the holds, desperately wanting to save his girlfriend.

"If you move, I'll shoot you." Seongjun laughed mockingly, pushing her skirt over her ass.

Yeorin started panicking, trying to fight him off as best as she could, but there wasn't much she could do.  She cries hysterically as he began to lower her panties.

With one last effort to escape, she tried to move her legs up, trying to kick him away, only for him to hit her with the butt of the gun.

"Stop fucking moving." He hissed, ripping her panties completely off.

"Nooo!" She finally screamed.

All those pent-up emotions came crashing down on her, overwhelmed her petite body. So she did what she wanted to do for a long time.

Scream as loud as she could.

Hearing her ear piercing scream made Gyujin's blood run cold.

Determination.

That's what he felt.

Determination to kill that bastard.

"Hold him tight. Wouldn't want him to interrupt me again." Seongjun coldly said.

"Don't shoot!" Gyujin yelled, startling everyone.

BANG