𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗥 | PJM ✓

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Yoongi still feels mad about you fucking Wansoo—that's what he knows.

When he walked out that day, he felt helpless, like a useless brother. After everything he did to try and protect you from those boys, especially Wansoo whom he had a bad feeling about, he still failed.

He tried warning you several times, but it only seemed to make things worse each time he visits his only sister.

That was the sole reason he immediately agreed when your and his parents asked him to check on you from time to time.

It was not supposed to be every Saturday but Yoongi insisted on more frequent visits, saying it would be better since it was your first time living on your own. He never told you this—instead, he just said he was told to do it.

When you first came into his father's house, he didn't like you. Maybe because he was still a child at the time, and he thought you'd steal his father from him, just like another man stole his mother and died with her. He never planned on talking to you, not even when you tried to speak to him several times. But eventually, after multiple attempts, he found himself talking back.

You weren't bad, he thought to his little head. But that didn't mean he would give in to your trap.

Then, just as luck wasn't on his side, his father and your mother decided to put you in the same school. He never let his guard down until middle school. This gave you even more time to annoy him but he kept ignoring you. Not until he saw some familiar faces when he came inside the classroom. Those kids never really thought of him—he knew they didn't know him at all, but he definitely recognized those faces because they were those naughty kids, the ones who randomly bullies anyone. He realized how those bullies would hurt you, but he shouldn't care.

Then you found yourself surrounded by them, not because you were bullied, but because you were friends with them. Just as I thought, she's also one of those bad kids he thought but he never really expected it. With your little stories and how he already came up with something about you, all of those thoughts crumbled in an instant. He thanked himself that he never let you fool him.

But you never stopped talking to him as you talk about random things, especially about those friends of yours.

You kept on trying to get him to befriend them, insisting they were good friends. He thought you were still trying to fool him until he witnessed it for himself.

One day, he witnessed those friends of yours once again, bullying a random kid and you were standing beside him, watching as well. He looked at you but was confused at your shocked expression, as if you didn't know, as if you realized something. He got even more confused when you told him to stay quiet and not let them know he saw anything, to act as if he hadn't noticed. Then, you approached them, acting innocent and calling them over which somehow made them stop and come to you. This happened multiple times, as if you're used to it, as if you've always done it because you somehow always managed to succeed despite doing it several times.