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8. Strong And Reliable Shoulders

"Jin Hyung, if dad finds out, I will have three strikes already and it's not even three weeks since school re-opened. I can't deal with this shit right now." Jimin held the yellow cup tightly into his hands, knuckles turning white as he looked sideways. 

"What is it that you used to cover the eye?" Jin chuckled at Jimin and the younger only huffed exasperatedly, directing his gaze at Jin. Hoseok's laughter was louder in the next moment.

"You are both assholes. I have got a lot on my plate and that fucking kid should be the least of my worries, yet he keeps coming at me," Jimin put the cup on the table with a thud, splashing a little coffee on it. With his free fingers rolling in a clockwise motion over his temples, seemingly relaxing but that did not help him keep his composure. "I am going to fucking kill him the next time I see him." He puffed angrily and Jin looked at Hoseok who knew nothing except he saw Jungkook attacking his friend. 

"You know... I think you two should make up," Hoseok said hesitantly and earned a threatening glare from Jimin. "I am just saying." Hoseok held his hands up. 

"He is making a lot of sense, Jimin. That kid is painfully shy at first, I would say he has strict parents. He has a curfew at 8. An over-achieving child he is. He reads physics for fun. I think he is harmless if you stop pushing his buttons," Jimin raised his brow at Jin, feeling completely left out on why he was not filled in on this information. "I know his friend, Taehyung. I might have asked him a thing or two after your battle in the cafeteria." 

"Why would you do that? He might think I was interested to know." Jimin scoffed irresponsibly. 

"So what? It is wise to have information about your enemy. Jungkook would be thick if he did not do the same. I am sure he is out there, doing it right now." Jin shrugged and pulled a lighter from his pocket to light up the cigarette. 

This strangely led Jimin's mind to wonder about Jungkook. "Does anyone know what happened to him? He looked whisked." Jimin's eyes blinked awkwardly at the ground as he talked about his nemesis. 

"I don't know but thanks to him taking a beating, we bought some time from that fat ass," Jin replied after exhaling a long puff of opaque smoke. 

"I did not have time to think before but I bet he thought I attacked him. Did he at least was conscious?" Jimin tilted his head to let the smoke astray. 

"I am not surprised he did. You did not really build a good reputation per se." Hoseok mumbled.

"For fuck's sake Jimin, always be attentive and know the whereabouts of your enemies. That's the first rule." Jin flashed the cigarette in front of Jimin's face for him to take a swig.

"Was I supposed to get him a get-well-soon card with flowers?"The younger placed the burning stick between his fingers and inhaled deeply through his mouth. The tobacco burned inside his lungs as he closed his eyes and held his breath to let the smoke fill in, before exhaling out through the nose.

"No, but you should have known that whoever beat him did a thorough and a good one. Those bruises... They will take days to disappear. You should share your secret scar concealing recipes with him." Jin chuckled, causing Hoseok a little uncomfortable. He never liked violence because he knew Jimin was just a striving kid, but he somehow got caught under the bad influence. 

"I think it is unnecessary to make fun of someone's sufferings." Hoseok who was silently listening to the two speak, now interjected. 

"You know, everyone in the world is out there to get you if you are nice to them. You should know how to treat the ungrateful bitches," Jin disagreed and threw the cigarette bud at the table in front of him when the waitress approached them. "I am not smoking." He held his hands up but the waitress could smell the cigarette on him. As usual, she could not say anything and returned annoyingly.