"Yah, is that the new kid?" Hansol asked, his best friend Leemin sitting next to him.
Both of them were in their usually seats at the back of the class, looking intently as the rest of their classmates gathered around the Minjung, all glittery eyed and happy smiles.
"Mhm, that's him," Leemin answered, biting down on his nails, clearly irritated.
It had been a few days since their suspension had been lifted, and the two had returned to a school they could barely recognise.
Park Jimin, the usual loner and easy pray they liked to tease, was now part of a group of friends that included Yeongsu, a menacing fighter, the class no longer payed attention to them and instead kept their eyes on their newbie celebrity, and last but certainly not least, the captain of their club and friend was no longer hanging out with them.
Nothing was right.
In the short time they had been gone, their iron grip had been lifted and people now thought they could act as they wanted.
The two exchanged a knowing look. They had to put things back in order.
Minjung stood up from his seat, quickly excusing himself to go to the bathroom. He noticed the stares of Hansol and Leemin, smiling at them quickly before leaving the class.
The two boys exchanged another look, before standing up from their seats and walking out behind their classmate.
It was lunchtime, the hallways were filled with students as everyone walked around, meeting friends from other classes, going to the vending machines and cafeteria to get food and messing around.
The mood fell however, as soon as the two fighters walked into the close vicinities of anyone who previously bore a smile on their face.
Their eyes were narrowed, pointed glares making anyone knees weaken in fear, shoulders tight as they walked behind Minjung closely.
As soon as the boy stepped foot into the boys bathroom, Leemin and Hansol following, all the guys who had been mingling around the sinks quickly scrambled out.
Minjung turned around, curious, only to see the two taller boy blocking the way of the bathroom menacingly.
"Yah newbie," Leemin started, taking a step closer to the shorter. "What's your name again?"
"Minjung," He said, taking two careful steps back.
"Listen here, Minjung," Leemin spat. "I know you're new and whatever, but we have rules in this school."
Minjung cast a glance over the other's shoulder, noticing Hansol at the door, but also the weary students behind him, all looking at the scene with pity in their fearful eyes.
That's when the fear in his own eyes kicked in, suddenly getting memories flooding back. The people of his class looking down at their shoes as soon as Park Jimin entered, glancing at him with the same pity in their eyes.
He turns back to Leemin, panicked, feeling his back hit the cold tiles of the wall behind him, trapped.
"Yah, are you listening?" Leemin asked poking Minjung's forehead rather harshly.
"U-uhm, I-I-," Minjung breathes shakily, his hands covered in cold sweat as they trembled.
"Y-y-you?" Leemin asked mockingly, bending down closer to Minjung until he could feel his hot breath down his neck.
A sharp pain split through his abdomen as Leemin threw an upper cut deep into his stomach. His body jolted forward, falling over Leemin's shoulder.
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NOT SO GOOD BOY
FanfictionIn which Jeon Jungkook, captain of the Multi Combat Sports Club, realises Park Jimin, the school's nerd, isn't actually the weak push over everyone else thinks he is.