Yoongi:
“You got good skills in acting.”
Malaak smiled—soft, almost divine—but her eyes gleamed from beneath the veil.
“Praising me won’t save you from the punishment, mister,” she said, her voice calm, yet carrying an edge that made Yoongi click his tongue and poke the inside of his cheek, his eyes dark with restrained annoyance.
Just then, the stern voice of the Teacher echoed in the room like a thunderbolt.
Teacher:
“You all have detention for a month. And none of you... none of you will step foot in this college during that time.”
A wave of indifference washed across the boys’ faces—until a familiar voice cracked through the tense air.
J-Hope:
“W-What’s going on here?” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he walked in, his eyes flitting between the teacher and the group. His heart dropped. They messed up again.
The boys wanted him to stand with them. But J-Hope—humble, principled J-Hope—stood at a crossroads.
Teacher:
“Oh? So you’re with them too?”
The implication stabbed deeper than intended.
J-Hope’s eyes widened.
He could’ve denied it.
He should’ve denied it.
But pride…
Loyalty…
J-Hope (softly, bowing):
“I’m sorry, sir. We behaved very inappropriately. Please… just this once, forgive us. It won’t happen again.”
His plea wasn’t for himself, but for his friends. For the people he called family.
Teacher (coldly):
“This isn’t about forgiveness. Being the friends of the principal’s son doesn't give you immunity. You’ve crossed the line. And now, you’ll face the consequences. Tell Mr. Kim Taehyung I’m sorry… but this punishment stands.”
The hall turned heavy. The teacher walked away, leaving an echo of disappointment behind.
J-Hope turned, eyes sharp.
J-Hope:
“You all knew this was wrong. And still?”
His voice trembled not in fear, but in restrained fury.
J-Hope (lowering his voice):
“Did you know Minha committed suicide?”
Every pair of eyes widened—except one.
Yoongi.
He stood still, expression unreadable.
Jungkook:
“S-She did? B-But why?”
J-Hope:
“Ask your beloved Yoongi hyung—the very reason her name is now a memory.”
Yoongi (cold, unbothered):
“I did nothing. She was obsessed. She begged for me… for my body. I never forced her. She fell in love—it was her mistake, not mine.”
Gasps echoed around the room. But J-Hope had heard enough.
J-Hope:
“You take pride in this? In a girl losing her life because of your games?”
His voice cracked.
“Disgusting.”
Taehyung (hurriedly):
“Hyung, please stop—”
Yoongi (snapping):
“No. Let him speak. Let him pour his hatred for me like he’s been holding it in for years.”
J-Hope (bitterly):
“I don’t hate you. I care for you, hyung. I always did. That’s why I stayed. Even when it broke me. I’m not like you, but I never left you. I tried… I tried to stay. For all of you.”
Yoongi (mocking):
“Then don’t pity us, Hobi. If you feel so different… leave. The door’s open.”
Namjoon:
“Yoongi hyung, what are you—”
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Fanfiction(DEDICATION) "To those who find beauty in both light and darkness, who trust in Allah's wisdom in every test, and who understand that not every ending on Earth is meant to be happy. May this story remind us all that sometimes the greatest strength...
