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jimin >> HYUNG

jimin >> WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU ??

jimin >> I LITERALLY SAW YOU WALKING DOWN THE HALL HYUNG WHERE DID YOU DISAPPEAR

jimin >> shiT WHAT AM I GOING TO TELL TEACHER LEE

jimin >> fuck u :-(

<< tell them that i'm sick or smth

<< USE YOUR BRAIN JIMINIE

hoseok sighed to himself, pocketing his phone and proceeding to walk down the gap between the school building and gymnasium, the place where most delinquents hang out whenever they skip classes, but since there were no delinquents in sight, it was safe to assume that the area is empty.

his phone vibrated inside his pocket, and he fished it out and opened jimin's new messages.

jimin >> i just

jimin >> i told teacher lee that you got stomach ache ok

jimin >> u totally owe me for saving ur ass

hoseok chuckled to himself but immediately stopped in his tracks when he heard a cry of help, or more like, a cry of somebody in pain. alarmed, hoseok shoved his phone once again in his pocket and held his breath as he tiptoed and peered around the corner.

there were three upperclassmen students surrounding a kid (he couldn't see the kid's face) lying on the ground, a menacing look and smirks on their faces as they each took their turns to kick the kid in the stomach. groans and pleas escaped the victim's mouth, and hoseok's stomach shrunk at the sight. somewhere in the back of his mind, he wanted to help the kid, but at the same time, he also wanted to turn away and pretend that nothing happened.

but his breath was caught in his throat when one of the students moved and revealed the kid's face, which was horribly bruised and scrunched up in pain with tears rolling down from those familiar brown eyes. hoseok gritted his teeth in anger, then balled up his fists as he stepped in view with a dark expression clouding his face.

"YA!" he yelled, and the three of them quickly snapped their heads to his direction.

anger was coursing through his veins, his vision almost reddening, but he managed to control his temper. his hands clenched tightly into fists as he glanced at jungkook's face, which was masked with pure horror.

"ha?" one of the students raised an eyebrow, spitting on the ground while grinning at hoseok's direction. he must be the leader or whatever. "one of kookie's friends? or perhaps, a hero?"

the three cackled in mocking amusement and jungkook glanced at hoseok with worry in his eyes, wincing as he tried to push himself up and stop the older from doing anything stupid.

but it happened, hoseok charged at them, swinging his fists like he had done this a thousand times before. unfortunately, even if hoseok was strong and knew where he place his fists, he was still outnumbered, but hoseok fought back harder. jungkook watched with wide eyes as the three scrambled away, shouting a threat before disappearing around the corner of the school building.

hoseok's chest was heaving roughly, blood dripping from his lips where one of them had punched him. then he turned to jungkook, his face softening as he kneeled down beside him.

somehow, jungkook felt quite ashamed that hoseok had to witness the whole thing, and he released a breath he didn't realiz he was holding when hoseok averted his attention to his own phone, fingers quickly flying across the screen before shoving it down in his pocket.

"ride on my back," hoseok ordered, turning around.

jungkook gaped. "n-no, i'm fine—"

"come on, jungkook," hoseok's voice became stern, and it silenced jungkook.

with a helpless sigh, jungkook pulled himself up and draped himself on hoseok's back, wrapping his arms around the latter's neck and wincing at pain. hoseok slowly stood up, grabbing jungkook's legs then began to walk back to the school.

jungkook's heart was hammering against his rib cage, his nostrils guiltily inhaling the scent of hoseok's shampoo and cologne. he just hoped that the older couldn't hear his heart beating loudly.

"sleep," came hoseok's voice. "sleep, jungkook. you're safe now."

somehow, it eased jungkook's mind, and his tensed body relaxed completely against hoseok. his eyes closed as he rest his head on hoseok's shoulder, letting the soft wind becoming his lullaby until he fell asleep.

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<< jiminie meet me @ the clinic asap

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"why the fuck—i am so going to kill them, oh my god—thanks, hoseok—moonjul, you're so dead to me and your ugly ass face—fuck—"

jimin frowned, placing a hand on yoongi's shoulder. "relax, hyung."

yoongi rolled his eyes, shifting closer to jungkook, who was lying on the bed and completely knocked out. his face, arms, and legs were already treated and bandaged quickly the moment hoseok went inside the clinic. the rest were already inside the room, yoongi on the bed with jimin sitting next to him, while seokjin and namjoon conversed quietly in the corner of the room, and taehyung standing beside hoseok, biting his lip nervously.

they had to stop yoongi earlier from marching down the hallway to get his revenge on those bastards who decided that a human punching bag was interesting.

"fuck," yoongi softly hissed, brushing a strand of jungkook's hair away from his closed eyes, face softening for a moment then was quickly replaced by a pissed-off look. "i'll kill them, kookie. don't worry, hyung's here now. you're safe."

the sight somehow made hoseok's stomach twist and churn in an unknown feeling, to which hoseok frowned down at his shoes in confusion. then he excused himself, trying to take his mind for a walk and his racing heart at ease.

then he decided that he liked the pink on jungkook's cheeks, not the dark red and violet on his body.

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