Rich • NamJin [boyxboy] · +SLOW UPDATES+

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.Namjoon.

"You want to rap?" The teacher raised his eyebrows.

"Y-yes." I nodded hesitantly.

"If the kid wants to rap, let him rap. He'll choose something else after he's embarrassed himself enough." The student provoked as he threw his feet on a chair nearby. I felt embarrassed already, I was struggling to hold back my tears still.

"He's just afraid of being replaced as main rapper." The teacher whispered.

"YAH! DO YOU WANT TO BE FIRED?!" He exclaimed.

"Of c-course not Yoongi." His head lowered. My eyes went wide at the dominance he had over an adult.

"Then don't go around spreading lies!" He spat. "Get out." He waved him off. I tried to leave as well but I was called back. I honestly felt terrified.

He got up from his chair and walked over to me.

"D-don't hurt me. Please." I winced as he gripped my tie, pulling me closer to his face. I turned my head and held my eyes closed.

"How can someone so pathetic want to be a rapper?" He scoffed and let go of me, pushing me at the same time. I fell onto the floor from it. "Stop crying. I'm giving you one chance to impress me, if you succeed I won't hurt you," he threatened, "if you don't, then I guess we'll have to see huh." He pushed me farther into the floor, putting his foot on my chest.

"What have I walked in on?" We both looked over. Jin stood there, eyeing us both with his hands in his pockets and a small smile.

"What does it look like?"

"It looks like you picking him up and apologizing. Or else." He said the last part without a smile.

"Hyung, he-"

"Okay Yoongi. Go wait outside then." He leaned against the door frame. Yoongi sighed and picked me up with a disgusted look on his face.

"You better work hard." He mumbled towards me.

"What was that?" Jin asked.

"Nothing hyung, I'm leaving." He picked up his stuff and pushed past the both of us.

"Are you okay?" Jin started towards me, dusting off my blazer.

"Y-yeah." I nodded quickly. I watched one of his hands rise to touch my face.

"But you're crying."

"N-no I'm not." I turned away. His hand grabbed one of mine, turning it over and giving me a soft folded cloth.

"This school isn't as bad as it may seem. It just takes a couple days to warm up to," he left me to walk over to my seat. I watched him gather my papers, dusting them off even though that wouldn't remove the footprints, and stacking them on the books. "You'll like it when it comes to that point." He smiled at me.

He walked back to me, not handing me my stuff back like I expected but walking in front of me instead.

"Come on, we should go before they lock up the school." He smiled after noticing that I hadn't moved. I ran to catch up with him, there weren't many students in the halls at that point. "Did my friend trip you?" He asked.

"How did you-"

"I saw it on the media, people record this kind of stuff all the time. Was it him?"

"I-I didn't look back to see." I fiddled with my fingers.

"So you just sat there, and cried?" He asked slowly, looking back at me.

"I...uhm." I looked at my feet.

"Would it offend you if I asked why you stutter all the time?"

"N-no" I then cleared my throat, "I mean no. I just don't talk a lot."

"We'll talk more another time and maybe I can give you some tips," he passed me my stuff, "see you tomorrow." He then walked off towards a limo. My jaw nearly dropped at the sight of such a car.

"Hyung, there you are. We were getting worried." Jimin chuckled. "Guess what." We started walking down the street since we didn't have cars. Mine and Jungkook's places were actually quite far away. Hoseok's was too but he didn't have to walk far.

"What?" I asked.

"We signed up for dance class, hyung!" He cheered. It's weird, he's suddenly so happy all the time.

"Really? That's great. I bet you guys will do amazing." I've seen them freestyle dance before but that's basically it. They're talented no matter what they do, that's a fact.

"Thank you." Hoseok smiled. We dropped off Hoseok at the bus stop and Jimin at his house. Now it was just Jungkook and I.

I felt a hand grip onto mine. Holding hands had become a habit between us. We'd hold someone's hand if we were feeling upset.

"Jungkookie? Is something wrong?" I looked over at him.

"At what stage of life does a bunny become a rabbit?" He looked off at the sky.

"Don't hold my hand for that." I laughed and pulled my hand away.

"Oh wait, come to my house before you go home."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why should I come to your house?"

"Because I want you to," he smiled, "I want to give you something."

...

I stood outside of Jungkook's house where he told me to wait while he went inside to get the thing.

He came back out, holding a dark blue bookbag. He had a large smile as he approached me with it.

"I know this probably wasn't what you were expecting," he looked down, "but your books look heavy, I don't want your arms to start hurting." He smiled.

"Thank you Jungkook. This means a lot to me." I wanted to hug him but couldn't with my arms full. He opened the bag and let me put my stuff in it.

"It's only a little used, it should last you a long time hyung." He zipped it up for me. "Goodbye, get home safely."

I didn't put it on my back like I was expected to do, but held it to my chest and hugged it the whole way home.