"Stupid poetry," I mumbled to myself while staring at a pebble on the ground.

"Y/n!" I heard the distant calling of what sounded like Hobi.

I had decided not to have lunch with my new group of "friends". They all were a bit too overwhelming for now.

"Y/n," he sighed with his hands on his knees. He quickly regained his breath before straightening his posture. "Why aren't you sitting with us?"

I shrugged in response, keeping my eyes on the floor. I heard him swear under his breath, which caught me by surprise.

"Look, y/n," he grumbled. "We all know you can talk."

I slowly looked up at him to meet his harsh gaze.

"Just use your words."

"W-why don't you like me?" I asked, using all of my willpower not to stutter.

"What was that?" Hobi asked, bending down to my eye level. "I can't hear you."

I lowered my head again.

Why do I even try?

"Hey!" He yelled, pushing me. I quickly lost my balance and fell to the ground. My books scattered across the ground around me. "How did you even pass third grade, you mute?!"

I wanted to be swallowed up into the ground right there and then. A broken charm laid beside me on the ground, mirroring my emotions. I couldn't gain the courage to look up.

"And what's this?" Hobi asked, picking up Namjoon's poetry book which was previously laying at his feet. "Your little rhymes?"

He knelt down on the floor in front of me, staring into my emotionless eyes.

"You're such a loser," he whispered with a bitter smile. Hobi dropped the book at his feet before walking away.

-=+=-

"So have you figured it out yet?" Namjoon asked as he roughly attempted to twist the knot of a charm he was making.

"Well," I sighed. "If a whisper gives meaning to a scream," I quickly took the charm out of his hands to tie the knot. "-and you're making a comparison in the two lines."

"How do you know that?" He asked with a soft smile while staring at the charm.

"Because you used the word 'like'," I stated quickly, trying to get to my point. "It means that a single speck gives meaning to the 'empty void we call home'."

Namjoon let out a deep chuckle. "And what does that mean?"

"It means-" I looked up from the charm I was holding. "-without little things there can't be big things."

"It's like a morbid way of saying everyone has a meaning," Namjoon chuckled.

"Even if you're setting the lowest standards?" I asked quietly.

"Exactly," he stated while taking the charm out of my hands. "Anyway," he stated, changing the conversation to a lighter subject. "Do you want to go out with everyone tonight?"

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I don't think your friends like me very much."

"What do you mean?" Namjoon asked with a smile still faint on his lips.

"It doesn't matter," I assured. "I just think I'm better off out of your friendship group."

Namjoon placed both of his hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes.

"Did they say anything to you?" he asked in a serious tone.

I quickly looked to the floor, trying not to snitch on Hobi.

"Who was it?" Namjoon questioned while lightly shaking me. "Was it Jimin?"

I shook my head softly in response.

"Jin?"

I did the same again.

"Hobi?"

I attempted to shake my head but somehow froze. He glanced around my room before grabbing my wrists and pulling me off my bed.

"Let's go," he grumbled.

"W-what?"

"I'm going to make him apologise," he responded, pulling me out of my house.

"Namjoon it's okay," I assured, attempting to pull him back inside. "Don't be mad."

"It's not okay, y/n," he responded.

"It's like 9 PM, though," I fought quietly.

He ignored me, pulling me into his car.

Namjoon has a licence?

-=+=-

"Hoseok, get over here," Namjoon grumbled as he pulled me over to his group of friends. They were all sitting together around a park.

They really like parks, don't they? But in the pitch black? Why?

"Namjoon!" Hobi called with a bright grin.

"I'm not here to mess around," Namjoon grumbled, pushing me in front of him. "Apologise."

"Apologise for what?" Hobi asked. "If anyone needs to apologise it's her mother for creating-"

Namjoon cut him off by punching him square in the jaw.

"Hey!" Jin yelled while scrambling to hold Namjoon back. Jungkook quickly took hold of Hobi.

"I bet you feel so good!" Hobi yelled. "It must be an amazing ego boost to look after a sick girl."

A sick girl?

"Look at her!" Hobi yelled, still thrashing around in Jungkook's arms. "She still isn't saying anything."

"Take it back, Hoseok!" Namjoon growled.

"You know, you're better off looking after a freshman than this freak," Hoseok kicked Jungkook off of him. "You'd be better off since you want to get something out of her-"

He let out a soft chuckle.

"-maybe even in her."

Namjoon threw Hoseok off of him, pushing Hobi to the ground.

Suddenly, I felt two arms wrap around me, they twisted me around so I wasn't facing the fight and hugged me tightly, engulfing me in darkness.

I could still hear the yelling of insults between the two until the air fell silent.

"You've knocked him out again," I heard the person hugging me speak. Although I couldn't quite tell, it sounded like Jimin.

...Again?