Why Am I Like This

Chapter 8

Namjoon and Jin moved so they were sat in front of Yoongi. The latter knew what was coming next, "Couldn't you be nicer? He's obviously nervous and you aren't making him feel any better." Jin chided.

"Oh, here goes Jin and his 'motherly instincts'." Yoongi sneered.

Namjoon kicked Yoongi playfully, "Suga c'mon, don't be like this, give the kid a chance."

"Fine. But if shit happens, I'm not responsible." Yoongi paused for a moment, "For any of It." He dragged his body up the wall and started to trudge back to the school building.

"Where ya off to Suga?" Namjoon questioned.

Yoongi put his hands in the air and gestured around him, "Anywhere but here."

Jin looked worriedly after Yoongi, "Don't get into trouble!" He shouted after him.

Smirking, Yoongi shouted back them, "Well now you're definitely just asking for the impossible." He slipped out the school gates and walked down to the woods. Yoongi loved the woods. He loved the way the way the sunlight would shine through the leaves, and he loved that even though every year the trees would lose all their leaves in winter, they would replace them in spring.

Walking far into the woods, he plonked himself on the trunk of a fallen tree. Yoongi hung out here often when he didn't want to be at school, or at home. The amount of nights he'd spent laid on the tree trunk instead of his bed. This was Yoongi's secret place. None of his friends knew of it and the public didn't disturb him because 'apparently' the area isn't 'safe'.

Rummaging in his bag he looked for a rectangle box that had become all too familiar to him. Pulling it out he took a cigarette from the packet and held it in between his lips. He felt around in his school blazer for his lighter. Lighting the cigarette he inhaled the smoke. Smoking had become a habit of his only a few months ago, he had managed to keep it a secret from Jin but he's sure Namjoon had noticed. Subconsciously flipping the lighter open and close, he thumbed the engravings of a dragon, I want to trust this kid... I hate being rude to him, I hate being known as the school asshole. Why? Why the fuck did have to be born this way? he sighed, why am I like this.

Looking at the time on his phone he put out his cigarette and made his way back to school. I've gotta meet up with Jackson or Mark at some point I'm running out.

Trying to slip past the gates unnoticed he failed miserably. Yoongi was going follow the teacher without trouble. It wasn't until the teacher made it impossible for Yoongi to cooperate that he began to resist, "Yoongi, what the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Don't fucking call me that." Yoongi snapped.

"Don't swear at your superiors, Yoongi." The teacher replied snarkily.

Yoongi knows he shouldn't have swung at him but he deliberately called him 'Yoongi' "I said, don't fucking call me that!" Jumping at the teacher he laid punch after punch on him. Thankfully, for the teacher, the school counsellor happened to be passing by.

"Suga, what do you think you are doing?" He wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist and pulled him off the teacher. Yoongi fought and kicked, "Suga, calm." Yoongi's breathing slowed and he stopped fighting. The boy crouched down and held his knees. "You gonna tell me what's wrong?" It took a while for Yoongi to realise who was speaking but he finally replied.

"Yongguk, he... he called me Yo-" Yoongi choked on the words and Yongguk cut him off.

"It's okay you don't have to say it." He knelt down in front of Yoongi, "Right, I have to be in a meeting right now. Is it alright if I leave you with a different teacher?" nodding Yongguk left to get another teacher and he explained the situation to him. Pulling Yoongi off of the floor he pointed to the teacher, "This teacher here is going to take you to the Headmasters office, okay?" Yoongi nodded again and they headed in the direction of the office.