splinters 一 weak hero.

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it was on a rainy day when another unexpected thing happened.

han junseo of class 1-1 had come storming into class 1-5, voice raised in one of indignance. 'you...'

yoongi averted his gaze from the blackboard, the cloth in his hand hovering over its half-smeared surface. the class was stirred into a confused frenzy as silence settled for a heartbeat.

a black leather bag sat on the open windowsill. raindrops splattered through the open frame, drenching the material within a matter of moments.

junseo gritted his teeth. 'you've finally lost it, haven't you? you little shitbag.' his face was contorted into pure anger, and yoongi scoffed at how riled the blond was over such a trivial matter. junseo would now finally get a taste of the hell he'd been inflicting upon others. he was a laughable one, treating others' belongings like shit - like trivial, worthless, shit - and yet, here he was, stirring up such a commotion just for his own bag. frankly, yoongi didn't see the difference, nor the need for bias. 'you must be looking for your bag, aren't you?' he raised his eyes, and they glimmered with an amused gleam.

junseo broke into a sweat, chewing his bottom lip furiously. 'you're messing with that? do you even know how much it costs?'

yoongi reached for the handle on the top of the bag. 'of course. but it was just getting dirty, so i thought i'd wash it for you.' a devious smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

'oi,' junseo muttered out the side of his mouth to his companion. 'go down there and get ready to catch it. the fucker might drop it.'

the dark haired at his side pulled a face, his unwillingness evident in the expression. 'bruh? you know it's raining, right?'

the blond haired gnashed his teeth with impatience. 'just go. now.'

a fleeting look of regret crossed the other's face as he backed away, stuttering. 'uh- yeah.' his footsteps faded as he ran out of the classroom and down the corridor. yoongi stared.

'the rain must've gotten to your head,' junseo began dangerously, 'but come to think of it, you've never received a proper beating from me, have you?'

yoongi lifted the bag and held it over the gaping chasm that stretched from the third floor of their classroom to the gravel path outside down below. junseo's eyes flared wide. and just to rile him a bit more, yoongi let his grip fall slack. the bag slipped onto his thumb, and it was that single thumb that stopped the entire satchel from plummeting downwards.

'you little fucking scumbag,' junseo roared, 'if you even dare-'

pathetic.

all this over a backpack.

is it nice, getting a taste of your own medicine?

in the end, to yoongi, it seemed that han junseo was nothing more than another delusional high school brat who was overconfident with big names and superficial possessions.

yoongi let the bag slip from his thumb.

junseo launched into motion- 'my bag!' -and yoongi kicked a chair at his legs. a near-inaudible 'eek!' sounded as the metal legs connected with the blond haired's own shins. without letting a second of opportunity to waste, yoongi hurled the blackboard cloth. white, powdery dust erupted from the cloth as it slapped squarely across junseo's eyes, leading to a flurry of hacking coughs and sneezes from the latter.

han junseo often provoked his fights by shaking up his opponent mentally beforehand - but he wouldn't be half as familiar with the same thing done to him. after all, everything was just a game of odds. and what usually determined these odds...