SPY-ISH → bts fanfiction

chapter fourteen

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P.J.M

"YAH! WHAT do you think you're doing?!" I call out to the group of boys who are gathered around the smaller one like gross leeches.

Yoongi mutters something inaudible, probably a warning. But I suddenly feel too angry to care about his words. Clenching my fists tightly, I storm over to the crew who watch me with mild surprise.

"Can I help you, new boy?" The "leader" asks me with a bored look.

"Yes, by stopping your pathetic treatment of this kid!" I exclaim, pointing at the victim.

He watches me with wide eyes. Perhaps no one has stood up for him before. Was high school always like this? Was I always too oblivious to notice? I wonder as the boys around me burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry; I don't think you really understand what's going on, seeing as how you're new here," the slimy spokesperson continues. "I'm Gitae, and Taehyung-ah is my friend."

He wraps an arm around the boy he'd been whacking only minutes before, tilting his head at me. The so called Taehyung does not seem too pleased to be under his "friend"'s grip.

"Yeah, right," I snap, stepping forwards angrily. "Get your skinny little arm off of him."

The boy, Gitae, lets out a short sound of disbelief, stepping towards me now, so that we're inches apart.

"I was gonna let you off easy, since you're just the new kid, but now it seems that won't work," he tells me carefully, as if I'm too stupid to understand if he speaks any faster. "Get your face out of my business, or you'll regret it. Simple?"

With that, Gitae shoves Taehyung away from him, to the ground.

"Yah!" I exclaim, pushing him as hard as I can.

"Kang Hanbae!" A strangely familiar voice calls as someone roughly grabs my arm.

I whip around to see Min Yoongi holding me tightly back, glaring at me. It takes me a moment to recall that what he just called me is my fake name in a risen voice. I don't believe I've ever heard him raise his voice. He's watching me intensely, warning me with his eyes to hold back. I try to pull from his grip, but Yoongi is surprisingly strong.

Angry, I snap my head back towards the group. The leader is pushing back towards me, looking very annoyed. And just when it seems like I'm about to get easily punched because I'm being held back, Yoongi steps in between us. And the Gitae just skids to a stop. He peers down at Yoongi, because Gitae is much taller, just silent for a few moments. I wonder what face Yoongi makes at him, because he's turned away from me so I can't see. But then suddenly, the other boy composes himself and shifts his gaze into a scowl, crossing his arms.

"What are you glaring at, pretty boy? Well?" He snaps at Min Yoongi. "You think I'll be okay with your dirty gaze?"

"Yah! You can't talk casually to him like that!" I exclaim without thinking.

I bite my tongue at the slip-up. Yoongi isn't technically deserving of respectful speech from these teenagers right now, seeing as how he and I are supposed to be their age.

"And why's that, punk? What are you gonna do about it?" Gitae snaps at me.

Yoongi turns around to face me again.

"Let's go," he murmurs to me.

"I'm not done with—"

"Park Jimin," he says in a lower voice only I can hear. "Let's go."

I clench my fists again, wishing I could punch Gitae so hard he'd forget his name. But I give Yoongi a huffy "Fine."

"I'm not done with you!" I snap at Gitae as Yoongi pushes me backwards.

Girae just sends me an evil little smirk. I decide at this moment that Neuk Dae isn't my only enemy now.

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"That arrogant little brat!" I exclaim, slamming my milk carton on the lunch table. "If only he knew our age difference. He needs a lesson in respecting his elders!"

"He doesn't know that your older," Yoongi reminded me, flipping a page in a textbook he brought to lunch with us.

Because, why wouldn't Yoongi bring a textbook full of things he's already learned for "light lunch reading"?

"Who cares?! I'll teach him a thing or two about respect in general!" I seethe, slamming a fist in the palm of my other hand. "I'll show him who's a punk!"

Yoongi's silent in reply, which is what I was expecting. So I let the anger rumble through me, thinking about all the ways I can get back at Gitae. But then a small, curious thought pops into my mind. I tilt my head and look at Yoongi.

"Min Yoongi?"

He waits silently for me to continue.

"Why did Gitae stop when you stepped between us?" I ask, watching him closely.

Min Yoongi finally looks away from the page, shifting his eyes to stare past the book, into nothingness. Then he blinks and glances at me.

"I don't know."

"Wait, What?" I burst, thoroughly confused. "How do you not know?! He just stood there and watched you?! No offense, but you're not that scary. And yet he seemed almost intimidated...or just plain shocked."

Min Yoongi shrugs. Then he sighs and continues to study the textbook.

"I simply looked him in the eye. I thought he was going to plow through me anyway, but I wanted to avoid a fight, and I didn't know what else to do. But then he just stopped and watched me for a moment..." Yoongi fades off then shrugs. "Teenage boys are strange,  Park Jimin."

"You can say that again! That Gitae boy is a freak who needs to be—" I stop, suddenly noticing the look on Yoongi's face.

He looks zoned out again, staring off into space. But there's a troubled look in his eyes, one that makes me feel troubled. Because it's the most emotion he's ever shown, and I have no idea where it came from.

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