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7. Permanent Member In Hate Club

The air knocked out of Jungkook's lungs and he wheezed to manage just one puff of oxygen. His eyes darkening with tears and pain, his organs were wailing in torment and begging him to stand up and fight back, because they could not endure the pain anymore.

As the footsteps of students neared, one of the boys ran and snatched the curtain down in the process. Jungkook's writhing body lay curled up on the ground while he attempted to regain the capacity of his lungs to be able to breathe. He could not sit back up right away albeit he heard the student approaching near and near.

The girl who was crying, jumped down to help Jungkook sit. Looking at the crumpled shirt with muddy footprints all over his chest and abdomen, a few bruises over his swelled fingers and a deep cut by his lips, she could not help but tremble in panic. "You will be okay if you could just walk to Mrs. Man's office." She held Jungkook by the waist and the boy whimpered pathetically.

"Leave me alone," he managed to say the words when the girl slumped him against the wall, not able to take his entire weight on her own.

"I can help you walk." She opposed, seeing that Jungkook was hardly able to stand straight.

"No," Jungkook's frail moan escaped his mouth and his solemn motion of hands dismissed the girl. "Please go, I will manage." He said while cowering. Even though the curtain was drawn out, he could not visibly see the light of the day as tears welled up in his eyes over and over again.

The girl understood how his condition was not a suitable fit for his ego. She nodded as she understood and ran towards her classroom. When the students came back, they all gawked at Jungkook but not one stopped to ask about his condition, let alone help him.

Jungkook did not care, all he felt was pain, humiliation, and an ardent will of revenge in a most ruthless way. While toppling this way over, he managed to straighten his posture. It hurt him so much that he could not stop groaning when he entered the glass and spotted Jimin and Hoseok talking with their faces having a small grin plastered.

Everyone's eyes trailed Jungkook in the entirety of his act and they gasped when Jimin catapulted into the wall after the former put the entire force he could in his one punch on the latter.

Having beaten Jimin, he should have felt better now, but his thirst was not quenched even one bit. Whilst Jimin was taken aback at the sudden attack, Jungkook charged on him like a bullfighter on a rampage who had just been wounded gravely and all he was left with were a few last breaths before he'd drop dead.

He only felt hot-to-trot, his eyes only saw Jimin's monstrous laugh before he crashed on top of Jimin's fallen body and threw more punches.

Before the older could block the punches and return one, the younger had crushed his reputation to bits.

It was Jimin's turn now. In just one punch on Jungkook's eye, the younger boy collapsed as he fell away.

Before Yoongi could come in between them, Jungkook kicked aside the desks that clattered around and propelled Jimin by booting him in the guts right after managing himself on his feet, making Jimin cower into himself and groan.

Hoseok was stupefied and he did not know what he should have done. He swiftly got behind Jimin to hold him and Yoongi hugged Jungkook tightly.

"HEY! STOP!" Yoongi yelled to break Jungkook from what seemed like a coma of fury and pain that made his demeanor so hostile that it was almost like he was gone and someone had taken over his body entirely.

Jimin managed to get hold of his own body and lurked ahead, only to find Jungkook laying unconscious in Yoongi's lap.

"Jaein! Kyong! A little help?" Yoongi yelled at his two friends.