TEACH ME. | VKOOK ✔️

09

Yoongi was standing there, his body froze and eyes widened the moment he saw what the teacher was doing to a student. He absolutely couldn't believe it, stood there in utter shook. He would have never expected for Mr. Jung, the most popular teacher with a bubbly, sunshine personality, to harass a student.

Seeing how tears were escaping from the students shut closed eyes, how desperately he was trying to use all of his strength to push Hoseok's chest away, whining, the latter didn't budge, and instead, even leaned in more, slowly pushing him to the wall to pin the student there.

But by that time, Yoongi has returned from his trance, and the next thing he knew, is how his foot worked on their own, immediately dashing towards them at his full speed, to save the poor boy who was obviously getting harassed.

He didn't care anymore if they'd hear him or his steps now, all he wanted to do know was to save the student. He knew he needed to do something.

Thus, in the next minor seconds, Yoongi made a fist with his hand and, with all the strength he has possessed in that very moment, drew back his arm, just to literally punch the shit out of the teacher's face, who got thrown away with a yelp to the ground by the forceful impact of the punch.

"Motherfucker!" Yoongi spit with venom and hatred in his voice, dangerously glaring at the teacher who was in pain now, with his cheek tinted in a red color. "How dare you just harass someone? Are you out of your fucking mind? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Jungkook stood there shook, blinking wit his eyes as he was shaking slightly, trying to progress what happened in the last three seconds, while Mr. Jung was, with a death glare adorning his darkened face, standing up from the ground slowly, making hand movements as if he'd be wiping off dirt from his clothes.

He looked back at the student that attacked him whose eyes were glowing red. But he - wasn't afraid in the slightest. The teacher felt the power he had, his godlike good reputation - he knew that those two, little brats could do nothing to a person like him. With these thoughts inside his head, he started to smirk.

"Ohh. If this isn't Min Yoongi. The school's best basketball player?" Hoseok said without any enthusiasm in his voice, before he spit out a bloody teeth, not minding at all.

"If this isn't Jung Hoseok, the school's biggest pedophile, eh?" Yoongi said, being serious to death, yet his response made the teach just snicker in amusement.

"Stop smiling or I'll wipe your shitty smile out of your fucking face, you shithead!" Yoongi snapped. "Explain yourself and fucking apologize to him. Can't you see that he doesn't want you to be so close? You blind dipshit? Do you realize that this is sexual harassment?"

"Stay out of this business Yoongi, or your grades will pay for your naive stupidity." Mr. Jung warned, now being slightly annoyed by how things went. But Yoongi only scoffed.

"I don't give a single shit about my grades right now. You harassed a student - does he do that often to you?" The question was directed at Jungkook as he turned to him, looking at him with concern mirrored in his own eyes.

Jungkook flinched, blinked a bit before subconsciously shifting his eyes over to his teacher, who was glaring at him. And oh boy - he knew this didn't mean any good. He started to sweat, having an inner debate on whether to just say yes, or no.

Yoongi took note of how much the boy was panicking right now, being afraid of saying something wrong, so he took that as his clear answer. He glared back at the teacher, breathing a bit heavier, before he grabbed Jungkook's wrist.