KUMAMON KID ⚣ y.mn

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Yoongi POV(1st person):

"Didn't know you were gonna lose that fight so easily,skinny." One of the school jocks,named Jackson was currently talking to me.

"Fuck off.M'not in the mood right now." I slammed my locker shut, already feeling my temper rise.

"Ooh,watch out ,potty mouth~ Ya can't even walk anymore,jeez.Look at you. And you cried in front of practically the whole school,man up bro."

"Didn't I tell you to fuck off already. I'm not interested."he just ignored what I said and lazily leaned against the locker.

"Ya know,people said that your mum killed herself or something like that-"

"Shut up."

"-I don't blame her. Having a druggy older son with the grades of a seven year old and a retarded younger son who actually acts like a seven year old-"

"Stop it."

"Pfft,it's funny when you think about it. You used to be popular but now you're practically worthless. Like no one cares about you anymore,bro. If you were gone no one would notice. Probably not even you're parents."

Like I even have parents...

"S-stop it."

"Nobody would notice if you joined you're mum. I mean who is there to care about a weakling like you."

Don't cry,don't cry,don't cry...

It's okay,you're fine Yoongi.It's okay-

"-The teachers said to be nice to you cuz you're 'special' and 'in need of extra comforting'. Like if you're that depressed or something go kill yourself already. We honestly don't care anymore," he chuckled while patting my shoulder making me wince at the contact with the unhealed bruises.

Dammit,please don't cry right now. He's going to make fun of you.

"You've made fun of so many people,bullied'em ,beat them up. There's probably a ton of people who hate you to the bone."

He didn't even mean it seriously, he was saying it in a joking manner. But I couldn't help it when I felt droplets roll down my face and my lip quivering. Not wanting to be made fun of, I lowered my blurry gaze onto the floor,watching my tears gather in a small puddle.

Stop crying,Yoongi. You deserve this.

"Aww,is little Yoonie crying~"he spoke in a patronising tone. He then swiftly grabbed onto my collar and hoisted me up."Now you know how it feels to be the victim. You know, you were the reason my boyfriend would cry every night. Do you have any idea how many people you've hurt? You told him that he was a crybaby and a weakling,now look at you."

Before he could go, he pushed me into the locker making me mewl in pain because of the bruises from the fight. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I grabbed my books and tried to walk as fast as I could through the hallway while wiping my tears.

"Yoongi!"

I looked behind me to find the boy with orange locks running towards me. I just turned back around and carried on walking, not wanting to talk to anymore people.

"Yoongi,wait! I'm so sorry, I just came to apologise!"

"Well, you've done that so you can go away. I really don't want to talk to you right now,Jimin."

I heard a few more fast patters come from behind,then a small tug on the back of my shirt. Sighing, I turned around to be met with big sad eyes staring straight into mine.