Bad Boy ⭐ Jikook

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Jungkook's POV

I don't even know what I'm still doing just staring at this freak. I have my hands around his neck, I could've choked him out or something, but something deep down is stopping me from doing just that. Is it the fact that he looks like he's about to cry? No, that can't be it. I couldn't care less if someone even died in front of me. So what is it then? Maybe it's because he reminds me too much of my brother? Before he passed away..

Authors pov

"Let go! Let go now!" Jimin struggled, trying to rip Jungkook's hands off of his surely bruised neck. Jungkook looked lost in thought. He was clearly somewhere else as he did not hear Jimin or make any action. He just stood there, looking as if he were frozen in time.

"P-please! I don't want anymore of this! I'm so sick of everyone trying to torment me! It hurts, I have the scars to prove it! You wanna see?!" Jimin's nails were digging into Jungkook's flesh now, leaving imprints as he continued trying to escape the hold. Jungkook came out of his deep thinking and looked into Jimin's watery eyes. They were red and puffy. He already looked like he was crying even though it hadn't even started, although he looked like he was about to if Jungkook didn't let go.

Jimin gave up, his hands falling along with his tears. This phobia was taken advantage of and so was he. Everybody was laughing, nobody cared. Not one soul, and Jimin never knew why. Even from a young age nobody cared, especially his father. Him and his mother would have to sit at a small table during dinner time and he barely got anything to eat. His father had many servings to himself and if he caught Jimin or his mom looking at him, they were in for a good beating. That's what this scene reminded Jimin of, his father's abusive ways. Jimin soon learned that their was a thing he could do to feel less pain, and that was cutting. It felt wonderful to him, it was a time to escape, to feel nothing. A time and a place to finally think and have a free mind with no judging eyes looking down upon him or no open mouths with insulting words to escape, or rough hands to touch him and make him feel like he was useless. Just freedom and of course the sharp pain to make him feel alive. It was worth it to Jimin, Every. Single. Cut.

"Please... stop laughing at me.. I don't want it anymore. I don't want you to touch me, I don't want them to laugh. I don't want to be called names. I want to be alone and for once.... smile"

Jungkook shook his head and let go. "Your pathetic." He then slammed Jimin into the locker and knee'd him in the stomach as hard as he could before walking away, pretending like nothing occurred. Jimin fell to the ground, and coughed up some blood, it was a small amount but it still scared Jimin, he looked at the big crowd that was formed around him. They were still laughing and calling him names, he felt like he was in hell. He held his knees to his chest and hid his face, crying quietly and cutting all the voices out by imagining a whole other world. A world where Jimin was happy. He wondered if those students would care if he died. Or maybe they would attend his funeral just to laugh some more? Maybe even destroy his tombstone? Who knows? He felt like he wasn't even important enough to have one if it ever came to that state.

Jungkook's POV

"Piece of shit..." I muttered to myself, hoping Jimin would hear. I knew the teacher or principal was gonna show up sooner or later so I had to leave that scene or i'd get blamed, not like I'd care plus the whole school was practically a witness, but who would tell? They all love me. The girls are practically drooling over me. They would gladly spread their legs for me. Fucking sluts. And the guys? They know I would kick the shit outta whoever told so, we're cool. Everybody is afraid of me but loves me at the same time. They are all a waste of my time.

Author's POV

Jimin was rocking back and forth, trying to get to a sane place. He felt sick to his stomach and it was NOT because of the kick. This was a different type of pain. He felt absolutely defeated. Until.... his savior! The principal cleared his throat as he stood in front of Jimin, waiting for him to notice. He didn't until the principal spoke. "Park Jimin"