Bully|tk

5| i'm just labeled as "problematic"

Jungkook—

I watched from afar, as Taehyung, crawled on top of a guy. He glared down, at the bigger boy, before bringing his fist to the poor kid's mouth.

"What." Punch. "Did." Slap. "You." Punch. "Fucking call me?" Slap, slap, Punch.

Blood was dripping down the boy's nose, and his lip was cracked. His eye was bruised, purple, and there was a red mark on his cheek. I cringed, as Taehyung got off the guy, and kicked him in the side. "Say it again!" Taehyung roared. "Call me a fucking neglected, rich, asshole, again! Go ahead! I dare you!"

The guy raised his arms, weakly, in defense. "P-please," he mumbled, past his busted lip. "Please, I'm sorry. S-stop."

Taehyung aimed another kick to the guy's stomach, before stepping back, and glaring at the teacher, who was pushing through the crowd.

"Out of my way! Out of the way!" Ms. Yoo yelled, shoving students aside. She got to Taehyung, and grabbed his good arm, "to the principle's office, Mr. Kim." He only smirked at Ms. Yoo, before letting her drag him away.

I sighed, and leaned my head, against the wall, and folded my arms across my chest. "You see what you've done, you bastard?" Yoongi mumbled, beside me. I sighed, deeply, "look, I get that this was my fault, but how was I supposed to know that Taehyung would turn out like this? What am I supposed to do now, hyung? I can't just walk back up to him, and tell him to change back to the old Taehyung." Yoongi scoffed, and pulled out a cigarette. He stuck it between his teeth, and lit it.

The hallway had cleared by then, and the stragglers would never snitch on someone like Yoongi, so they only hurried to get to their destination.

Yoongi took a long drag, before puffing out a cloud of smoke. "I'm going to state the obvious, then; we all blame you for changing Taehyung, but you are right, in some areas. None of us knew that he had this in him. That he could beat someone up to a pulp, without a second thought. That he could take out his anger, without even caring if he gets hurt, in the process."

Yoongi brought his cigarette back to his lips, and puffed out another cloud, before resuming to his speech. "That cast, he came in with, this morning? He told Hoseok, what had happened, after that guy annoyed the shit out of him, from all the questions." The elder closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, against the wall.

I stuffed my hands into my pockets, to keep them from fidgeting. The symptoms were getting worse, after moving back home. I felt my heart pick up the speed, and the air in my lungs compress, making it difficult to breathe. Yet, I restrained myself from bolting, to listen to Yoongi.

The black-haired boy peered at me, through lidded eyes. "Hoseok said that some, middle-aged, guy was cat-calling Taehyung, which resulted in Taehyung walking up to the car, and abusing it. The cast was a result of breaking the backseat windows, with his own fist. At least he didn't break anything, which I still find surprising."

I almost choked on my own spit.

He hurt his arm from punching a car window, because he was annoyed by a little flirting on the streets?

I shook my head, in disbelief, "then what do you suppose I do?" Yoongi shrugged. "Not sure. You can do nothing, and go ahead and live, your own way. You can ignore Taehyung, and let him lead a destructive life. Or you can think of something to help him." The elder looked at me, straight in the eyes. "It can only be you. You know why. You did this, you fix this. Whatever we have tried, while you were enjoying America did shit, so now it's your turn to put in your two cents."