Boy. School. New.
Oh fuck.
Min Yoongi shut his locker quick and made for it the opposite direction of them. The bullies. Running past crowds of people he didn't see a foot outstretched and tripped over it, his books flying and his chest slamming down on the squeaky clean floor.
"Where are you rushing off to, chalky?"
They caught up. A few blonde guys grabbed Yoongi by the arms and the leader leaned into him. This was the daily routine, Yoongi would run, they would catch him, and they would beat him. A fist slammed up against Yoongi's already bruised rib and he grunted soundlessly.
"Your white ass skin pisses me off. Are you a girl?" One of the blondes holding the pale boy spoke.
"I swear you probably spend lots of money on whitening your skin. You're just like a girl. What a fag."
Punch. Grunt.
Punch. Grunt.
Punch. Grunt.
"I don't. Please, stop."
Yoongi pleaded softly under his breath, inhaling sharply at the pain in his left rib. But like every time he pleaded, they ignored him. They continued hitting him till his blood stained his white shirt and finally, as if it took more than ten years, the bell rang. They let go of him and shuffled on to class, leaving him an emotionless mess on the floor slumped against the lockers, grabbing onto his probably broken rib.
Just as Yoongi was about to get up, an orange haired boy knelt down in front of him.
"Woah, aren't you a hot mess."
The smirking boy helped the blonde up and picked up his books for him. He then grabbed his waist to support Yoongi and walked down the hall with him slow and easy. Each step was a knife in his ribcage but all Yoongi did was breathe raggedly to hide the pain.
Who the fuck is this guy?
The two of them said absolutely nothing to each other, Yoongi couldn't speak through the walking and the pain. And the other male was too busy humming to himself. Yoongi thought that his voice was pretty nice. He glanced over at the slightly taller male and managed a raspy whisper, "W-who are you?" He winced at the tear in his lip, the movement when he spoke causing the tear to bleed more. A disgusting taste of metal filled his mouth.
He didn't look at Yoongi, and said, "I'm new."
Yoongi got annoyed, "Tell me, who the hell you are." This was such a waste of his time. He may be bleeding but he could be in class sleeping right now. Instead this weird cocky boy was bringing him to the freaking infirmary. No wonder he's new.
"Park Jimin. I'm in your grade."
As they reached a bed in the infirmary Jimin set the weak other down gently before going to the glass cupboard searching for medicine. The infirmary never had a nurse so the both of them were alone. Yoongi's heart rate had calmed down and now he could breathe steadily, the pain in his rib numbing.
"I don't know who you are. Why are you helping me?"
Jimin had a glass of water in his hand and handed it to Yoongi before sitting down next to him and running his hand into his orange locks.
"You looked... like you needed it."
Something in Min Yoongi snapped and he grew angry. He stood up, forgetting the aching in his body and stormed out the door.
"I don't need anybody's fucking help. Stay away from me."
