NOT SO GOOD BOY

Episode 67

Jimin and Jungkook walked side by side silently, letting the noise of the more busy areas of the city fade behind them.

Jimin's hands were in his hair, twisting the silky strands to secure them with a large hair clip, revealing his outgrown undercut and the smooth curve of his neck.

Jungkook looked at him intently, mesmerised by the way Jimin did his hair, always effortlessly graceful.

He sighed however, as he looked down to his jaw where a purple hue plagued his pretty skin. It had been a few days since the fight, and things had more or less gone back to normal at school.

That is, if not for the growing admiration the students held for Jimin and his friends, who refused to bend to the will of the school's bullies.

Most people, including some members of the MCSC, were getting tired of Hansol and Leemin's tirany, resulting in bigger groups forming between students to avoid getting picked on.

Jungkook looked back to his feet, mind going back to the rage he had felt upon discovering Jimin's state in the bathroom. His hand tingled to hold Jimin's smaller one in his.

So he did.

Gently, his long fingers wrapped around Jimin, whose hand melted in his own easily, locking in a soft hold.

Neither of them spoke a word, scared that if they did, it would dispel the magic surrounding them.

Jimin knew what Jungkook was about to say, he always scolded him when he let the people at school hurt him.

The moment came only a few minutes later, when Jungkook handed him a popsickle he had just bought at the corner store, both of them sitting on the swings of a small neighbourhood playground.

"I hate to see you letting people hurt you," Jungkook mumbled, gently holding the cold treat to Jimin's cheek as he arrived behind him.

"I hurt people too, I deserve it," Jimin said, mostly to himself as he looked down, rocking the swing he was sitting on.

"Jimin-"

"Listen Jungkook, I don't want to get angry at you," Jimin said softly.

"Listen Minnie, it's fine to get angry," Jungkook said reassuringly.

Jimin chuckled sadly.

"You know, last time I got really angry, I hit my mom. Punched her right in the jaw. That was the day we found the kittens, remember?"

Jungkook didn't say a word, sensing that Jimin still had things to say. He simply looked at him gently, rocking his own swing gently as he nibbles on his own popsicle.

Jimin didn't dare look at him, keeping his eyes trained on his shoes instead as he spoke rather hesitantly, as if the words themselves hurt to say.

"I could-" he ushered, "I could hurt you too, and I-"

"Yah," Jungkook gritted between his teeth, suddenly looking at Jimin with knitted eyebrows.

Jimin turned to look at him, and realised it was the first time he saw Jungkook genuinely angry, not just pretending o be to hide other feelings he wanted to dismiss.

"You don't trust me?" Jungkook asked.

"No... where did you get that from?" Jimin looked down, ashamed and guilty. "It's not that I don't trust you, I just... I don't trust myself."