ultraviolet

thirteen

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

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3rd Person POV:

"YOONGI HYUNG~," JIMIN PURRED, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's as they walked down the hallway, along with (First Name) who trailed behind the two quietly. He clung to him adoringly, hoping that his hyung would finally recognize him. Jimin has been experiencing these tingly, heart-fluttering feelings for Yoongi for a while now, starting back when Yoongi secretly came out to eachother at a Yiruma concert that he invited Jimin to. Although Jimin's not current out to anyone, he's decided to remain in the closet until it's mutual between him and his hyung. "You're going to come watch my perfomance next week, right?"

"Hmm, well," Yoongi began, digging his hands into his front pants pockets. He looked up at the ceiling as he chewed on his bottom lip. It's quite obvious he likes me, Yoongi thought, I guess I'll give him a chance. "Sure. I'll be there."

"정말 (Really)?!"

"응 (Yeah)."

An open-mouthed smile arose on Jimin's face, and he couldn't resist throwing himself at Yoongi in an embrace, wrapping his arms atop his hyung's shoulders. Yoongi's face grew hot, and he felt a pink blush paint his cheeks opaquely. Along with that, Yoongi's heart began to beat out of his chest and against Jimin's. Inconspicuously, he draped his arms around his dongsaeng loosely, but actually, Jimin sensed Yoongi's warmth around his waist, which soon caused him to redden in the face as well.

Fuck, do I really like this kid..? Yoongi thought.

Oh god, it's hard to abstain from knocking him down onto the floor and downright making out with him.
Jimin thought.

(First Name) mindlessly strutted past the two boys having their moment. With the brown file folder in one hand, she was determined and confident to confront Taehyung once again. After what had happened between him and Jungkook, (First Name) came across many thoughts concerning both of them. She fell in love with each of them at different times in her life, which still confused her to this day. Just who am I in love with? (First Name) thought. Do love them both? Maybe there's no feelings for either of them at all...

Once she turned the corner of the hallway, two male students burst out of the auditorium and began sprinting down the hall. Instantly, she knew that one of them was the guy she had been searching for. (First Name) dropped the folder from her hand and pursued the two boys, jogging at a medium pace to avoid being detected. She followed behind them, running steadily through the halls and corridors and down each flight of stairs until they reached the first floor of the school, and she continued to go after them even into the athletic department.

Suddenly, (First Name) halted herself from chasing the two boys who exited the back doors which lead to the football and soccer field. As she peeked out from the adjacent cloudy glass window, her eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook and what looked like the athletic peanut-heads from this morning. All six of them stood behind their boss like henchmen–arms crossed and feet firmly spread apart–and waited in the center of the soccer field as Taehyung and the now recognized Hoseok approach the mafia clique.

"Yah!" Jimin yelled into (First Name)'s ear, which caused her to jump slightly. "Why did you run off like that?"

"I followed Taehyung and Hoseok oppa here, and it looks really suspicious out there," she said in reply, squinting her eyes as she stared out at the soccer field. She watched as Taehyung began to decrease his speed, dragging behind his hyung. He was only a mere ten feet away from the group that Hoseok now joined.

"Hoseok hyung? W-What's going on?" Taehyung asked, now standing at defence. He clamped his fists fixedly at his sides. Hoseok whipped his head to Jungkook–diverting eye contact with his dongsaeng–as his insides churned with sympathy and regret.

"Listen, hyung," Jungkook began, taking over and commencing his plan. "This is my way to show you that just because I'm your dongsaeng, it doesn't automatically mean that I'm a lot weaker than you."

"Jungkook, I have never said you were weaker than me." At this point, all Taehyung wanted to do was to try to scrape Jungkook off his back. Frankly, he found that the need to fight was irrelevent and immature. Just. Like. Jungkook.

"Huh? What's going on?" Yoongi asked, taking a look out the window as well. The three of them furrowed their brows observing the scene on the field. Without warning, Jungkook's six jocks charged straight for Taehyung. (First Name) was on the edge of her seat, and soon kicked the chair out of her way as she rushed out the doors and towards the commotion.

(First Name) darted as fast as her worn-out legs could take her. The grass beneath her feet was wet and spongy; she groaned in digust when she felt the doughy mud stick to her light-coloured converse. Just as she reached the fight, in a split second, one of guys snatched Taehyung by his collar. Without hesitation, he threw a punch directly in his face.

"YAH!" (First Name) yelled. She ran over to Taehyung who instantly fell back due to the strong impact. He lay cradled on the soggy field, holding his face in his hands whilst withering in pain as a sharp sting swelled in his left eye and dribbles of blood stream from his nose.

"N-Noona!" Jungkook gasped, currently at a lost for words. How in the hell did she even find us here?! With his quivering hands clasped behind his back, Jungkook anxiously sauntered towards (First Name) and Taehyung. He watched as she helped his ailing hyung sit up, supporting him with her arms around his shoulders. "Fucking prick," Jungkook muttered repugnantly, rolling his peripherals and adjusting his scissored arms across his chest. This was exactly what he didn't want to see–the girl he loved and his enemy hyung getting along all mushy-like. He resisted gagging.

(First Name) looked at Taehyung with sorrowful eyes. His face was pale–besides the purple bruise starting to form along under his eye and in the socket–and the red liquid continued to discharge. She then distastefully glared up at Jungkook–her teeth clenched tightly. God, why the fuck are these two fighting like this? "Jeon Jungkook," (First Name) griped, turning her head away from him.

"Y-Yes, noona?" Jungkook stuttered, sniffling right after.

"Get the hell away from me. I don't ever want to speak to you again."

Jungkook opened his mouth as to say something, but quickly shut it in fear of receiving a nonstop scolding from (First Name) like she used to back then. Instead, he walked past both her and Taehyung who tended to eachother caringly, and a lone tear fell from his eye.

That should be me, he thought.

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A/N: I really thought I could update again over my already ended spring break, but I was honestly too busy handling personal matters.

Sorry it's kinda short.. 😭

The next chapter will be up quite soon. Maybe sometime this week!

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