stay. | yoonmin [disc.]

eight; basketball courts.

"Yah! Pretty body's boys crying again!" A loud voice boomed across the basketball courts followed by laughter. Yoongi felt Jimin immediately stop crying and grip Yoongi's shirt tighter.

Yoongi slowly looked up, to see three boys; they looked to be the same age as Jimin, but they seemed so much more immature. The three of them laughing and pointing at the scene of Yoongi and Jimin.

"What's you're problem, huh?" Yoongi shouted back.

Yoongi began piecing together who this guy was. Jimin was scared of him. He was making fun of Jimin. He's the probably the asshole who bullies Jimin.

"No, hyung, don't. Oh god, please don't." Jimin pleaded, still face first into Yoongi's chest.

Yoongi lightly pushed Jimin off him, "it's okay, stay here." He reassured. Jimin's pleas being left behind.

By now, a small group of students was beginning to form at the end of the basket ball court.

Yoongi stormed across the basketball court. Jimin sat hugging his knees, he wanted to get up and go save Yoongi before he got hurt but he just couldn't.

He'd never seen Yoongi in any type of fight before and he had to admit he was a little bit curious to see how Yoongi would go. Yoongi looked so tough storming over to Daewon, compared to his soft personality. But he also knew how bad Daewon can be.

"Who do you think you are?" Daewon scoffed. His three minions laughing behind him.

"What does it matter to you?" Yoongi growled back. Yoongi had finally gotten up to the boys and he towered over Daewon -which was also rare for Min Yoongi so he was proud of himself for it- which clearly intimidated him, althought Daewon tried his hardest to not show that.

"Why are you protecting him? He's worthless." Daewon spat back. That's when Yoongi snapped.

Jimin watched on in the fear that Yoongi would do something stupid and get himself hurt.

"He's not fucking worthless. He's much more than you ever will be." Yoongi growled. The hate for this man in front of him was spreading throughout his body as if a disease was taking over. Holding back from beating this guy up was starting to get harder and harder to do.

"Oh, that's cute." Daewon replied back, the sarcasm pretty much dripping off every word, "Do you want us to beat you up too?"

"If it means you won't touch him, go for it."

"Heh, you're really trying hard, aren't you. But I ask you again, what's so good about him? He's fucking worthless. He's good at nothing. He's a literal waste of oxygen."

Yoongi lunged forward and grabbed Daewon by the collar. The group of students around them growing rapidly by the second. They all gasped when someone finally stood up to Daewon, when no one else dared too.

"You talk about him like that again, I will make sure you wish you were never fucking born. You deserve all the shit that I give to you." Yoongi said through gritted teeth.

"What? By saying he's a fucking worthless slut?"

Yoongi had enough. He kneed Daewon in the crotch knowing that will fucking hurt. Once Daewon dropped to the floor in unexplainable pain, the crowd of nosy students began chanting, "Fight! Fight!" and Yoongi did exactly that.

He kicked Daewon in the stomach.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Daewon's little 'minions', as everyone decided to call them since all they ever did was follow Daewon's orders, stood their in shock, not knowing what to do.

Yoongi was taken over by the rage; he didn't really know what he was doing. In his right state of mind he wouldn't have gone that far. He didn't realise until he felt little hands on his arms pulling him away.