I stepped out the school, arms wrapped around books. I tugged self-concisely on my white sweater. Today had been uneventful, tiring, and LONG. I wished I was home with the boys, but I had to finish high school. Anyways, I'd see them in a minute.

"Hey you're hot, let's smash." A arm pulled my long hair.

I whipped around.

"Who are you?"  I looked up at the tall boy, his black hair spiked and whipped up. He smirked with evil intents,his black eyes glinting.

"I'm your new boyfriend."

"No." I turned away, ready to flee.

"Ah, playing hard to get, sweet cheeks." 

I whipped around, catching his eyes on my butt.

"Actually, I'm saying no. Get some hearing aids." 

"BURRRNNNN!!!" His little gang cried, falling over each other. I shook my head in dismay, disgusted.

"Idiots. If you'll excuse me, I have better things to do. Like hit my head into a wall repetitively." I sauntered away, irritated. The leader grabbed my arm. 

"You don't deny me." He winked and leaned in, smashing his peeling lips against mine. 

I stood still, stunned that he thought he could do that. 

With a sudden move, he brought his hand to my waist and pulled back.

"Get your hands off my hips before I punch you in the lips." I quoted my favorite song, Take A Hint Nightcore.

"Ouch, my heart!" He rubbed his chest as though it hurt.

"Does your face hurt? It's killing me." 

"Your heart must ache as much as mine does." He lifted his hand and touched my boob, I also lifted a hand. 

And punched him across his smirking lips. He staggered back, lifting his hands to his bloody nose and lips.

"Oops." I hissed, ready for round two.

"You little Bitch! You're going to pay!! Get her, boys!!" He jumped forward, ready to punch.

I ducked under his flying fist, lifting both fists. Someone shoved me from behind, I spun around and felt a harsh yank on my hair. I was confused, and spun some more before punching one of his goons and him, making sure to hit his face. This one hit his eye, and he looked furious.

"BITCH!! I'm going to kill you!!" He wailed. I lifted my fist, ready. A crowd of people gathered, starting to confuse me even more. Someone kicked my legs, I went down, my head smashing against the cold concrete with a worrisome smack. I groaned out, feeling a kick to my chest and stomach. I got up, spinning from the social anxiety and the fall.

"Hey!" A voice yelled. The voice was familiar, like Jungkook's. "Hyung!!" The voice finished. I went down again, feeling dizzy. The leader leaned forward and pinched my chest. Suddenly, he flew back, Namjoon standing in his place. 

"Already fighting?! Come on, Harley, don't you know better? Jin won't be happy." He mumbled. The leader stood up again and was about to punch Namjoon when Jungkook shoved him. 

"Come on, guys, let's get out of here." He snarled. Jungkook gave him a particularly evil glare before threatening something. The guy hurried away.

"Thank you guys, but I had it." I stood warily.

"Sure. You were on the ground, possibly about to get seriously hurt. I swear, you are a magnet for trouble!" He cried, grabbing my arm. Jungkook ran to the van with a worried look directed at me. I made a face, hoping for a chuckle, and was rewarded. 

"Oh, Namjoon, it's fine. Lemme go, I can walk just fine!" I whined, pulling away like a child. He released me, only to grab my arm when I stumbled and almost fell on my face.

"Obviously not, you hit your head pretty hard." He opened the car door, shoving me in and buckling me up.

"Hey! I'm not a baby!" I pulled his hands away from the buckle, irrational. 

"Kookie, drive to the emergency room, I want to make sure she doesn't have a concussion, please." 

(In English) 

"Don't make me beat you up in front of Kookie." I threatened, knowing Jungkook couldn't speak a mite of English.

"You wish." 

(Back to Korean)

"Thank you Jungkook, let's go inside." He lifted me up, despite my kicking and begging, and carried me inside.

"Hello, I'm here to see if she has a concussion?" Namjoon told the Secretary.

"One minute. Have a seat. What's the name?" She wasn't friendly, of course, until she looked up and saw three Bts members. "Omg I love you guys!! Right this way, sir!!" He looked back at Jungkook, who stood and dutifully followed, and carried me farther. When she finally left us in a large doctors room, I shoved away and stood uneasily, glaring.

"You are SO dead when we get back!! I'm going to make you wish you'd never EVER interfered with that fight!! KIM NAMJOON, ARE YOU LISTENING?!" I screeched, furious.

"I think she must have a concussion, boys." Our normal doc, Dr. Sel, mumbled.

"Dr! I haven't any concussion, can't you make him leave me alone?!" I whined, stumbling to Namjoon. 

He pulled me into his lap, frowning. I pulled away, denying my soul a snuggle that I very much wanted. 

"Well, we can test it." Dr. Sel dragged me through a series of tests, nodding and writing notes. 

"Alright, do I or not!?" I rose my hands up, irritated and tired.

"You do." He turned to Namjoon and told him some instructions as I glared. He then handed me a bottle of pills, then looked serious. "One a morning, no serious activities, no school, no practice, no concerts, Namjoon knows the rest." 

"UUUUGGGGHHH!! Thank you, Dr." I mumbled, exasperated. 

Once we were home, We joined the other boys at the table.

"Why so late, and how was school?" Jin passed the salt and vinegar chicken wings, my favorite dinner, and smiled.

"Well, school was boring, but I won't be going for a while." 

"Stop being so grumpy, of course you will." He frowned and handed out soda.

"No, she won't. She got in a fight after school and got a concussion." Namjoon sighed.

"Did you win?!" Yoongi piped up, looking excited.

I told the whole story, including the offensive kiss and boob touching.

"Oh no! Do you feel alright, Har Har?!" Hobi cried, looking so worried.

"Of course!" I smiled.

"I wish I'd been there!" Yoongi complained.

"Did anyone else get hurt?" Tae begged.

"Yes, I told you, I think I gave him a black eye." 

They all sighed, Jimin standing to throw away the trash.

I stood as well, it was late.

"I'm going to shower, then bed. Love you guys!!" I cried.

"Love you!!" They yelled back, looking weary.

I grabbed Namjoon's sweats and a t shirt I borrowed from Tae.

I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up while I brushed my teeth. Then I hopped in, scrubbing on shampoo.

"Harley? Did you borrow my gray sweats?" Namjoon called. 

"YEAH!!" I yelled. 

He knocked, polite as always, and called my name.

"What's up?" 

"Are you almost done? I need to shower and you should rest..." he asked. 

"Yeah." I flicked off the water and stepped out, hastily drying and pulling on the clothes. I waltzed out, whipping my wet hair into his face. He laughed and shut the bathroom door. I was cold, tired and lazy, his bed was closer than mine, so I hopped in and snuggled up to the sweet smell of Namjoon. Eventually, Namjoon came out and crawled over me, pulling me into his chest and adjusting. I moved my head to his chest so I could sleep to his heartbeat.