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"And Hoseok, you'll be sitting with Jimin now."
And Jimin was-,
Of course, that was Jimin. An unmistakable brooding existence of complete agony. Hoseok observed the boy walking slowly towards their new desk (center-staged and every much of a spotlight the loud Jung Hoseok deserved) with eyes fixed on the ground and tongue constantly smacking his lips. Fidgeting feet and wavering eyes weren't certainly the best companion for Hoseok's loud and cheerful shriek, but they would get through it, no doubt about it.
Hoseok could always befriend everybody. Social skill 999 he bragged. He helped counseling before and ended up taking care of friends in need of companions, most would spill their tears on his shoulder upon story of dysfunctional family and horrible childhood. Others would bawl about an ending of a certain love story and Hoseok certainly didn’t have the heart to tell the other party that she or he was simply exaggerating (because the love of one's life after the short amount of fifteen years of living, he certainly had his doubt).
Therefore he would certainly change Park Jimin, if that was what necessary. To replace those slumped shoulder with a confident smile. Maybe it was the teacher’s strategy as well, considering Park Jimin was-.
“H-hi, I’m Park Jimin,” he said with a smile, chubby cheek entirely pinchable and face reminding him of a cherub.
“I know, pabo. We’re classmates for almost an entire year now,” he said.
Maybe it was the pabo being said or the fact that his playful smile was a few seconds behind because Jimin’s face turned from a huge grin to confusion in a second, before he diverted his gaze almost entirely and bit his own lips in disappointment. Right, this wasn’t just an ordinary case. This was Park Jimin, and Park Jimin was simply-.
“Hey, I’m joking all right. Why the long face?” he quickly said, grabbing Jimin by the nape of his neck and shook the boy hard. He was cringing to the touch, Hoseok could tell so he quickly let go of his arm. He knew his boundaries and Jung Hoseok was certainly the best in terms of reading people. Not a fan of skinship? Noted. “What? You’re disappointed for being stranded with me for the next couple of months?” he said, mouth pouting disgustingly.
Park Jimin stuttered a small sorry and ‘it’s not that’ with hands flailing on the air between them. He realized his mistake, repeating another apology and Hoseok smacked him on the head for saying sorry twice.
“Anyway we’re seatmates now and we’re going to have so much fun,” he said, grinning from ear to ear towards Jimin.
Hoseok ended their introduction with a loud shriek before Mr. Song gave them that notorious death glare and he just stuck out his tongue and messed with his own hair, taking that gesture as an equivalent to ‘I’m sorry I want to promise that it won’t happen again but you know me so in the end it would’. After all he did get nicknamed as the loudest and most shameless last year (and he considered it an accomplishment).
Park Jimin spent quite a moment to gaze at Hoseok as if he was a weird specimen of sort, probably trying to find the right word to return. It didn’t take him directly to smile (or to even form a word), but he slowly did, like a flower blooming, too shy to even show its petals. Hoseok understood of course, because this was Park Jimin. And like everybody in their school know, Park Jimin was simply-.
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“-weird, right?”
Hoseok pouted at Donghyuk’s word. Well, it wasn’t that weird was a bad word. Hoseok would admit that he was weird himself. But then if it was used to describe Jimin, he couldn’t help but to feel how wrong it would be. A little ball of sunshine, that was Jimin, all right, or at least something that the boy would be. Timid and cute, just in need of a little poking and he would bloom like the most beautiful flower would. Eyes had just completely missed that but not Hoseok, since pointing out hidden gems were a special trait of his, just as much as Park Jimin who just needed a bit of a rubbing to turn him into a diamond (okay, he had to admit, maybe a lot of rubbing).
“He's not weird,” Hoseok said, pouting to Donghyuk who was lighting up a cigarette before offering Hoseok one.
The answer he gave him was a cringe, easy of a reaction it was to have Donghyuk cringing back him before rolling his eyes and shoving the cigarette pack back to the pocket of his school uniform. Jung Hoseok the star of the school, role model of a loving son and proud students shouldn't be seen with such depravity as a cigarette between his finger (heck, even the same thing applied to a cigarette buds under the sole of his shoe).
“Yeah right. And he's hanging out with Min Yoongi,” Donghyuk answered back before puffing out the smoke deliberately in a mocking manner.
“So you're saying that Ikje is weird, then?”
“Hell no, Ikje is downright cruel,” Donghyuk quickly added. “That rumor about him threatening those Gangnam Boys with a knife up their plastic face, I'm buying that.”
Hoseok scoffed. “You'll buy the rumor about a Loch Ness Monster at the Han River.”
“I'll buy the rumor that the Min Yoongi is secretly a kingpin running some drug business,” his friend said. “And for your information, I watched The Host, so the Loch Ness Monster's rumor could be legit.”
Hanging out with Min Yoongi shouldn't automatically grant someone a label of being weird. Instead, it should give someone a fucking huge placard that said 'danger, proceed at your own risk'. Why, you ask? Because if Hoseok was the synonym for hope, sunshine and caring, Min Yoongi was the embodiment of despair, violent and death glare upon each accidental eye contact.
Take Donghyuk, for example. Hoseok would say that he's brainy. The teacher favorite, simply because he could solve any math problem with his eyes closed. So when he ended up sleeping during lesson with a defeaning snore, even after Geumja protested with her whiny little voice, the teacher wouldn't really bet an eye. If it was Min Yoongi who did, no one would care to wake the bleached blonde boy up out of fear, even the teacher could only gulp and turn their back towards the problematic gangster.
“Last time I heard it was the rumor about him knocking up some random chick from Yeungdeungpo Public school,” Hoseok said back.
“It could even be some whore and we would all still buy the rumor,” Donghyuk, taking the last drag of his cigarette before dropping it onto the ground.
“He could kill someone and we all still would.”
Because that was simply Min Yoongi, his name wasn't just a name. It was an adjective.
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Who said again that Jung Hoseok was a patron for recovering teenagers, searching their way through redemption, a ball of hope whose light worry souls would gladly bask upon? The Jung Hoseok who offered to work at daycare, spreading smiles and teaching little kids how to dance. The same Jung Hoseok who declined cigarettes and free sex like a saint because he was simply too good for them. The same Jung fucking Hoseok who was now sitting in a forgotten toilet stall at the top floor of their school building with a sin resting between his lips, its smoke fuelling the fire awaiting for him in hell for being a goddamn hypocrite.
Social skill 999 shouldn't be judged upon a burnt cigarette and Hoseok would simply hate seeing a happy and smug Donghyuk, so this little business of his had to fall into the same category as masturbating; private and dealt with nothing but utter shame.
He usually burnt his sins away someplace else without risking his so-called reputation, feigning a walk to the Han River at 2 in the morning or in times of dire need, a certain toilet stall at recess. He had skillfully picked this spot simply because other soul would rarely spend their time venturing towards certain place. So of course, Hoseok had to have that small heart-leaping moment when he heard the door being slammed open with two hurried footsteps entering the stall next to him.
He froze right there and then, tossing the cigarette bud into the toilet without being foolish enough to accidentally flush it. No, at least Hoseok could be smart enough to cover his own mouth and sat awkwardly in horror of being caught.
He could only hope that whoever it was would get their business done quicker, before the grunts and the unmistakable noise of skins slapping made everything become even more awkward. Yeah, that's right. Someone just had to have a heated sex at school during recess right next to his bathroom stall when he was having his own 'private moment'.
When it was over sooner than he expected, Hoseok didn't know whether he had to be thankful or even condescendingly questioned the other party's capability of pleasuring a woman. Either way he could recognize the long sigh, signaling the guy finally reaching that nirvana whilst the poor girl probably suffering from some mental breakdown upon being sexually objectified, before he heard the door stall being opened once again and a pair of feet leaving the bathroom nonchalantly afterward.
Hoseok thought about leaving at the same time right then, letting the girl break down into tears and sobs. Don't get him wrong, every girl would love having a shoulder to cry on, but having a 'yeah I was there all along when you're having a quickie' as an explanation wouldn't be the best strategy ever. So in the end he waited, hearing the other party finally shed some tears, uncontrollable sobs echoing through the small room.
That was when he realized something entirely wrong.
“S-stop crying,” the voice said to itself, the unmistakable baritone got Hoseok opening his eyes in shock. “Yoongi-hyung said that he hated seeing you cry.”
Jung Hoseok might not be as bright as Choi Donghyuk, but he wasn't a fool not to realize that it was his new seatmate crying there right next to the toilet stall upon some quickie with the most fearsome bully at the school.
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Park Jimin had been his seatmate for almost a month and after much consideration, Jung Hoseok thought that he should have realized it all along. Their friendship had indeed blossomed further than just an obligatory 'good morning' and 'good evening' (which were spoken mostly from Jimin's part, whereas Hoseok just liked to shout a random 'yo' with a smack to the spine) to little chitchat in the middle of lesson when Hoseok wasn't too busy sending hidden note to mock Donghyuk with.
In the little course of a month he could say that Jimin was indeed quite. The boy didn't really like to speak much but he got nice handwriting (because Hoseok peeked on his note instead of what was written on the blackboard). Jimin mentioned once how he liked to dance and Hoseok was ready to shriek and went further down this sudden revelation when Kiseok decided to be an asshole and relayed Donghyuk's message with a kick to the shin. There was this one time they spoke a lot about the sky being blue before it somehow turned to the conversation of how someone could drink water with nothing but their elbow. There was that certain day when he saw something down Jimin's right neck, hidden from normal view but somehow prominent to Hoseok's eye. He was Jimin's seatmate after all, so of course little things came into realization to him.
“What's that on your neck?” he asked at the first period, the bluish mark being a contrast upon his seatmate's skin, making Hoseok wondered how did it find its way there on the first place.
Jimin looked flustered, hands reaching for the part that Hoseok meant, eyes getting huge and mouth opened in a stuttering explanation which Hoseok could only answer with a curved forehead, thinking that maybe his new seatmate was indeed suffering from some sort of speech impediment.
“I j-just knocked myself,” he said.
“Knocked on what?”
“Uhm-, the table.”
“You knocked your neck on the table?” Hoseok asked again.
Jimin nodded furiously, convincing Hoseok that it was indeed the reason why he had some bluish, almost purple-like bruise on his neck. It was probably the edge of the table or some shit like that, because Hoseok himself had once lost his baby tooth after knocking his face on the table as he was running for his troublesome dog.
“Well, you have to get them treated right, then. It looked kind of bad,” he simply added as the teacher entered the classroom, ready for their lesson.
Jung Hoseok the social skill 999 but 0 for a brain should have definitely realized all of it sooner indeed.
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For the first in the short span of time of being Park Jimin's seatmate, Jung Hoseok found himself sitting with feet fidgeting, eyes constantly turned from the blackboard towards Jimin on his right, who was certainly doing nothing but following the lesson like a diligent little student that he was. Yet Jung Hoseok the angel couldn't help but to bite his lips, scratch his head and tap his fingers on the desk. He wanted to talk to Jimin desperately, wanting to butt in to the problem that was definitely huge, one that he bet no soul in this entire school building had bore a witness to.
Min Yoongi their school delinquents were fucking the little timid Park Jimin all along.
Yeah, Jung Hoseok was right. It was the Min Yoongi, the fearsome student who was held back a year, the one who was famous for brawls and being a juvenile, who robbed off people's lunch money and painting blue and purple on people's face. Turned out that Min Yoongi liked to paint another blue on someone else's neck as well. For the love of his life he couldn't even believe it to be Park Jimin.
Okay, maybe he was wrong, maybe it was just another student who was fucking Park Jimin back then on the toilet stall, but Hoseok would be willing to bet that it was Min Yoongi indeed. After all, the two of them were weird to begin with, considering it was Park Jimin and Min Yoongi, and such thing as friendship shouldn't be existing between the two if they were to follow such thing as social norm.
“What's wrong, Hoseok-ssi?”
Hoseok blinked. What?
He had been looking at Park Jimin in a weird manner that the boy had of course realized it. Brain capability 0 was definitely too deep in his own mind not to notice.
“Do you want to say something to me?” Jimin simply asked, head turned towards him with a plain expression.
Are you fucking Min Yoongi? No, no, it wouldn't be appropriate to say such thing. The said Min Yoongi himself was sitting at the very end of the classroom, right in the same room as the two of them, probably having his feet audaciously high on the table whilst taking an apparent nap in the middle of lesson. After all it would be a weird question, not to mention an impudent one. How could Hoseok explain the rest of it? Yeah, I was there when you two were fucking in the bathroom. Although it didn't even sound like a fucking on the first place. It sounded more like Jimin writhing in pain and even the memory made Hoseok shuddered.
Maybe he had to start it from the beginning. I don't know that you're gay. But even if Jimin was, why would it be a problem? It was 2016 and Hoseok wouldn't certainly be an enemy of the LGBT community. I don't even know that the school delinquents Min Yoongi is gay. Which actually was more surprising, though he could actually be bisexual for all he cared. Then again his thoughts were already digressing, since sexuality shouldn't be the thing that he asked Jimin about. Heck, anyone in this classroom could be fucking an alien with consent for all he cared and he would still befriend them nonetheless.
It was how Jimin cried right after. That was the thing that troubled him the most, being the Jung Hoseok that he was. It was the fact that Jimin was troubled by it and having such thing as empathy drove him to this question instead.
“Are you okay?” he blurted out.
Jimin answered him with furrowed eyebrows, definitely being confused over the sudden question. Hoseok felt like facepalming himself because of his poor choice of words.
“Yeah of course, why wouldn't I be?” Jimin answered, coming out with a small smile that Hoseok wished could have been bigger.
Scratching his own head, Hoseok tried to formulate his question in another words.
“Are you close with Min Yoongi?”
Jimin was still looking at him in suspicion, probably trying to understand the question whereas Hoseok felt like he was talking to a girl, taking her out or something close to that. Damn, he definitely and utterly felt like one right now.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Pretty much, he said. Did 'pretty much' meant that the both of them were fucking in bathroom stalls in recess? Well, Hoseok could also say that he was pretty much close to Jimin but they certainly didn't exchange saliva or any other bodily fluid.
“Is he good to you?”
By this time Jimin would probably get the idea that Hoseok was steering the conversation into something that entirely wouldn't be casual. Maybe that would serve as a slight hint about the information that was about to come, but Jimin still looked clueless and Hoseok felt like strangling himself even more.
That was until a bigger smile bloomed on Jimin's face, one that was honest and sincere. “Of course he's good to me. He's my best friend.”
Did you fuck your best friend in a bathroom stall and cry afterward?
“Jimin, are you sure?” Hoseok asked cautiously.
That was what Hoseok feared as Jimin's expression twisted again, the boy looking a little bit offended instead. Was he wrong, then? Was it really Min Yoongi and Park Jimin that he heard in the bathroom stall that day? It could be someone else, maybe? All he meant, Hoseok definitely didn't memorize all of the student's sobbing voices, even though he had indeed been acquainted with most of them.
Still, something was entirely wrong and Hoseok couldn't shake that feeling. It was probably Jimin's wide smile, since the brooding boy rarely ever widened his teeth like that. Yet the confession of having Min Yoongi as a best friend made roses bloom on his face and Hoseok found it a bit heart-wrenching because just like he had said before, Park Jimin and Min Yoongi was the worst combination ever. Or maybe it was Jung Hoseok third eye, sensing a certain something that would definitely be wrong.
Jimin would have probably retort him, if it wasn't for a certain figure walking passed their table with light steps, finger nonchalantly tapping Jimin's opened notebook as he did, as if asking for the latter's attention. Both Jimin and Hoseok turned their head and Hoseok's blood ran cold because there right next to them was the very Min Yoongi himself, walking down the room without even taking a glance at them. He watched as the delinquent passed the front row, disregarding the teacher who was writing on the whiteboard and giving out a lecture at the same time, and head to the door before disappearing into the hallway. That was Min Yoongi for you, someone who could nonchalantly walked out of the classroom without having any soul to complain about it. Even the teacher had grown tired of it and regarded his existence like that of a ghost.
And maybe Park Jimin did too, for when Hoseok turned his attention back towards his seatmate again, the boy was having his eyes cast on the door wide, mouth slightly opened with fist curled upon the desk. The pale Min Yoongi was indeed a ghost because Park Jimin looked as if he had seen one right now, completely frightened with feet fidgeting and eyes ready to cry. He looked completely terrified and Hoseok couldn't help but to realize that something was indeed so wrong.
“Hey Jimin, are you all right?” he said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Jimin didn't answer him straight away, eyes still fixed to the door where Yoongi had disappeared to. It was indeed as if he had seen a ghost. A really terrifying one.
“I-i have to go,” he mumbled.
That doesn't make any sense. “What?”
Jimin turned his head slowly towards him, finally looking back to his eyes. That moment the social skill 999 inside of him made him want to cry indeed, because Hoseok could see it clear as day, the timid little Park Jimin with tears brimming his eyes, fear overflowing from his gaze and shoulder shaking uncontrollably.
“H-he said that I have to go,” he whispered before he slowly got up from his seat.
The dumbfounded Hoseok was frozen in his seat, seeing as his seatmate left their desk and excused himself to the teacher before disappearing towards the door. Even from his seat Hoseok could only think that the small figure of Park Jimin would fall onto the ground before he even got to the door since his feet were shaking so much. Worst of all was how Jimin was clenching his fist tight, trying his best to hold his tears from falling.
Jung Hoseok would learn about the saddest story that he would ever hear in his life that day, and even without his seatmate's explanation he could already put two and two together. Thus his so-called social skill 999 drove tears closed to flood down his cheek, because even with brain capacity of a 0, Jung Hoseok could tell what kind of a suffering Park Jimin had to go through right now.
(And a few minutes later Kiseok taunted him about crying in the middle of the class like a weirdo for no apparent reason, which Hoseok answered due to someone cutting up some invisible garlic in front of his eyes).
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It was Min Yoongi who returned to class first, slipping through the door like nothing happened. Hoseok's heart hitched in his chest because he didn't see Park Jimin behind him. They were gone for probably fifteen minutes and the fact that Hoseok could even tell the time make him want to groan and pull his own hair until he was bald. That poor seatmate of his only returned back to class five minutes later, eyes looking undoubtedly red and cheeks wet from tears. He didn't dare to raise his eye or even look at Hoseok as he slipped back towards the seat and stayed there for the remaining lesson without finger even taking a note. He was a complete statue with red eyes and clenched fist, one that Hoseok feared would fall apart into million drop of tears with a single touch.
When the bell rang and the classroom exploded in series of footsteps of impatient students wanting to leave the school ground as fast as they could, Hoseok was being an exception of his every day life to stay in his seat like a stone. The boy next to him did the same, head faced down, hiding his expression from the concerned Hoseok who couldn't wait to wrap his arms around him. And he finally did, when the classroom was finally empty in matter of minutes, motioning from his own seat silently before it was Jimin's sobs that echoed through the walls.
They stayed like that for a few minutes with Hoseok lending his shoulder and Jimin crying all of it out, back shaking and tears flowing uncontrollably. Being the Hoseok that he was, he knew exactly how to put his hand on that back with a whisper of 'it's okay' being repeated until the sobs reduced to a slow hiccup-like noise.
It was Jimin who pulled back first after he was seemingly calm enough to control his own pouring tears, trying to rub the snot off his nose with the back of his hand and the tears on his red eyes with his fingers.
“You h-have to stop crying,” he muttered to himself, busy with the task of rubbing his eyes frantically, as if trying to get rid of the tears and thus hiding the fact that he had been crying. It only made everything worse, Hoseok thought, for it would only make the red rim more prominent instead.
“Hey, it's okay,” Hoseok whispered back, trying to catch Jimin's wrist and calm him down.
“No, you shouldn't c-cry,” Jimin stuttered again, this time burying his face in his palm. “Yoongi-hyung hated seeing you cry.”
The second sentence was the one that got Hoseok furrowing his brows, because of course there was another underlying reason to why Jimin was frantically rubbing his eyes right now, hiding the simple fact that he just shed some tears. Hoseok didn't need to be as smart as Donghyuk to tell how wrong this situation was.
“Hey, hey, stop it Jimin, it's okay,” Hoseok said, this time catching both Jimin's wrist, holding them down despite the other's futile and weak effort to break free from the grip.
“B-but Yoongi-hyung s-said that-,”
“No, stop it,” Hoseok said, pulling Jimin's wrist with a little bit of force this time, bringing them off of his face. “Don't say that.”
“But Yoongi-hyung-,” mumbled Jimin. He kept on whispering the words, repeating Yoongi's name as if it was a charm. For a moment it seemed as if the boy had turned from sobs into a trance, possessed by a sentient whose only purpose was to utter whatever corrupt ideology Yoongi had implanted in his head. “Yoongi-hyung said-,”
“You should stop crying, Jimin,” Hoseok said, gripping his finger around Jimin's wrist tightly. “But not because Yoongi told you to.”
His words had seemingly gone through Jimin, for the boy blink for a second and finally focused his eyes towards him instead of the blank wall behind his head. Hoseok hated being emphatic, because at that moment he could see the desperation in Jimin's eye and the fear that he kept hidden underneath. He broke apart once again, teardrops falling from his eyes. And as Jimin let out another wail of sorrow, Hoseok could only try to guess how much of a secret and pain did the boy hide all this time.
And boy was he so wrong.
All those stories he had heard before, all of the petty heartbreak and teenage sorrow that he had heard in his counseling days couldn't compare to this one, to a tragic story that Jimin told over broken voice and held sobs. Because Seulgi's heartbreak over that backstabbing Danbi who stole Taeyong from her couldn't compare to Jimin's story of how Yoongi used to bully him like the other kids do, how he used to call him names and trip his feet, pour juice over his head and throw a book at his back. Then it took another turn because as much as Yoongi bullied him, that man had somehow stayed, chat with him at the cafeteria table after he had nonchalantly threw his lunchbox purposely on the floor. It was a twist of a story because the two of them got closer and closer since then, forming some sort of friendship that Hoseok simply couldn't hope to understand.
What surprised him even more was the fact that the two lived together right now, something that no one knew. That was when Jimin's sobs became harder and Hoseok was definitely sure that Seulgi's heartbreak over that backstabbing Danbi was nothing compare to what Jimin said as 'when all of it started to happen'.
“What 'all of it', Jimin? What did Yoongi do?” Hoseok said when Jimin stopped in the middle of the story instead.
Jimin looked frightened, his breath becoming erratic and fingers shaking.
“W-when Yoongi told me to do-, t-things and-,”
Seulgi's heartbreak over that backstabbing Danbi was surely nothing compared to this.
“-since then he would d-drag me, after school or d-during recess or in the middle of lesson j-just like today-,”
Hoseok grabbed Jimin's shaking fingers and held it tightly with his own. He had somehow regretted asking those questions to see the boy forcing himself to utter words that reminded him of the things he was forced to do.
“-And when he look at me I know what to d-do-, just by his look I know, b-because Yoongi-hyung told me that when he look at me like that-, Yoongi-hyung told me that I have to-,”
“No, stop it, Jimin,” Hoseok said instead. His heart clenched so hard he couldn't bear to listen what Jimin had to say. “You shouldn't do what Yoongi said to you.”
Because it was far from the word good. And still Jimin claimed that guy to be his friends. He was certainly bullied, Hoseok knew, forced to commit some depravity, mentally and physically tortured. Jimin was certainly being threatened with violence by the delinquent and this problem was huge. This was sexual offense and such crime could be brought to the police.
“Yoongi is a bad person and you shouldn't do what Yoongi told you to. You should get away from him .”
And Hoseok would be glad to help, would be that beacon for lost children and be more than happy to help a fellow friend, bringing an end to such horror that had been unraveling right underneath his nose for all this time. He would be saving Jimin from such terror, bringing light and justice to such horrible perpetrator of crime like the likes of Min Yoongi.
But Jimin retracted his fingers instead to his words and furrowed his eyebrows, looking back at Hoseok as if he was questioning the words that he just uttered. Hoseok found the gesture completely incomprehensible and slightly alarming, but that was until he heard the reply that Jimin had.
“Yoongi-hyung isn't a bad person,” Jimin whispered back instead.
That moment Hoseok felt as if his heart had sank down to his stomach, because what Jimin said was entirely wrong. Not just his words, something was entirely wrong here.
“Yoongi-hyung is a good person. Sure, he did some awful stuff from time to time, sometimes he couldn't contain his anger, but Yoongi-hyung did nice things as well. He stays with me and he talks to me, and I like spending my time with him as well.”
“A good person? He did terrible stuff to you!” Hoseok said.
Something changed in Jimin's eyes because that sorrow was replaced by something else instead. He turned from broken to slightly being-, angry. This was something Hoseok couldn't understand. Yoongi had hurt him badly and how could Jimin defend him still?
“Yoongi-hyung isn't-,”
“Jimin, Yoongi had hurt you! What he did to you is rape!”
Jimin's eyes turned wide. The tears had stopped and the words had seemingly shocked him. Rape was indeed a strong word but in this case Hoseok knew that what he had said was right. There was something entirely wrong with all of this and he got this huge urge to save Jimin from Yoongi's grasp.
Jimin was in the middle of opening his mouth, wanting to say another word which Hoseok certainly couldn't guess when their attention was brought to the classroom's door instead. All this time they had been alone in the room, sitting side by side on their seats with the door closed, so of course when it was opened with a rather loud bang, their heads were quickly turned towards the figure standing by it.
The boy next to him didn't wait for a second to suddenly stand up from his seat and grab his stuff, heading towards the door with a shut mouth and hurried steps, because there, right in front of their very eyes, were the devil that was being spoken of. Hoseok would be lying if he didn't feel the slightest of chills running back his spine, because the gaze that Min Yoongi had was indeed terrifying in a way. The man was leaning towards the frame in a relax manner, looking back from Jimin before settling at him.
Jimin didn't say another word and just headed towards the door as if they weren't holding any conversation at all, as if all of those tears and exchanged words didn't hold any value whatsoever. Hoseok just watched as Jimin walked through the door, walking passed Yoongi who simply let Jimin leave just like that before having his eyes on Hoseok this time. Hoseok definitely felt the chills running down his spine this time, gulping down in nervousness as Yoongi let his gaze fall on Hoseok for a few moment, voicing out a threat that didn't even need to be uttered verbally. Jimin was right in a way. All that Yoongi needed to do was a simple look and he would understand. It spoke of a warning for Hoseok this time, as if telling him not to mess with him, and most importantly, with Jimin.
When that gaze was finally off of him and Yoongi had turned around, probably catching up to Jimin, Hoseok could finally breath out in relief and wondered, what had he gotten himself into.