Kim Taehyung had, had just about enough. Who the hell did Jeon Jungkook think he was?
"You ugly Bitch!"
"You Fucking Bastard!"
"No you!"
Jungkook is annoyed. He used to be the perfect one. But when Taehyung comes along with his good looks and artis...
Taehyung grimaced as he was pushed against the wall, causing his head to hit it in the process. Glaring at the attacker, he mumbled multiple colourful words. Where had all the teachers disappeared to?
"Oh? What was that pretty boy? I couldn't hear you?" came his aggressor's reply.
This was one of the moments that made Taehyung want to just curl up in a ball and die. He absolutely detested his life. He hated his school. He just wanted to cry.
"Cat got your tongue slut?"
Taking in a deep breathe and mustering up courage, Taehyung looked the said male straight in the eyes and spat on his face.
"Fuck you, Hoseok."
The entire cafeteria seemed to blow up after that.
The girls screamed and waited to choose the one winning. --Humans were like that, following the stronger. We were all a bunch of disloyal snakes.-- The guys formed circles, chanting 'fight, fight, fight' a bunch even had whipped out their phones.
Was another's suffering really such an amusement?
"Wanna say that again, you bitch." Hoseok barked, while pulling Taehyung's hair, he kneed him in the stomach and kicked his legs from underneath him. Barely having a chance to breathe Tae fell to the ground.
"Leave him alone!" Came a soft yell from off the side.
Yoongi.
Seeming to gain an interest in the fidgeting fellow, Hoseok got off of Taehyung, not before giving him a nice hard kick in the ribs. Causing his whimpers to re-appear.
"What do we have here? Taehyung's little boy toy, huh?", said Hoseok, while peering at Yoongi's face; which was held between his fingers at the chin.
At the said words anger surged through the injured. He hated being weak, he had let the latter have his ways, in hopes of him leaving faster and not hurting his friend.
Taehyung was scared. He knew it. But he was even more scared for his Yooni.
Forcing himself up and off the ground, much to the dismay of several students; whom had been cheering for the red haired. He limped his way behind the older, and yanked him away from his friend.
To say the least, Hoseok was not happy. He was angry. Beyond pissed. He wasn't in the mood to let a pretty boy push him over, this whore had it coming.
Before the matter could get out of hand, two others entered the cafeteria. Upon seeing it hushed and a group of students huddled together. They walked over to investigate. One in front of the other.
The spectators parted like the red sea, the newly joined were not amused by the events occuring.
The taller of the two took one look at the young boys peering at him with their big doe eyes and trembling lips. He didn't hesitate to grab the red haired by his collar and growl in his face.
"Don't fucking touch them!"
The captured realised his stupidity, messing with the school's president's brother on the day he was attending was quite dumb. He peered up at the latter with his hazy, brown eyes. They displayed fear, The captor understood. But the prey had some dignity left so therefore, he cocked an eyebrow and let a lazy smirk grace his decent features.
Hoseok was playing with fire.
As if disgusted by his touch and attitude, the grey haired simply pushed the arrogant one away away from himself. He was in no mood to pick a fight.
Amidst the chaos released afterwards, the weak aggressor snuck out from the cafeteria and away from Taehyung' s defendant, Probably to go lick his wound and boost his hurt pride.
A light tug on the hem of the taller's sleeve from his baby, brought the latter back into reality. He quickly rushed to the aid of the trembling boys.
"N-namjoon" whispered taehyung. He was trying his best to not cry, The injuries given were quite painful and he had been humiliated in front of god knows how many people.
"Hey Lil bro, I told you not to run off by yourself." Replied a worried Namjoon.
He could see his brother slipping in and out from reality. The trembling lower lip and glossy eyes were more evident now. He could see the little one struggling to stay as Taehyung but the battle was a losing one.
"Joonie, c-can we p-please l-leave? there a-are too many p-people here?" whispered a soft, shaky voice into namjoon's ear. Looking over to his baby boy who had both eyes downcast and a nervous stance, he made his decision.
"Of course Mochi."
To save some of Taehyung's pride, Namjoon put a protective arm over the younger instead of carrying him, though he knew in this state Tae would've appreciated it. And led him along with Yoongi and Jimin out the cafeteria.
They continued to walk and didn't stop even when questioned by a teacher. Namjoon had simply glared and the authority retreated. They knew it wasn't safe to mess with a C.E.O.'s son. The protective one lead the 3 small boys out of the school and to his apartment. Not for the first time, Namjoon gave himself a mental pat on the back for having his condo less than five minutes away from the institute, where the younger boys could be safe and themselves.
No one spoke during the silent walk, but an occasional sniff from Taehyung could be heard. All the boys pretended to not hear it as it would annoy the youngest.
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When entering the light, luxury condo, Taehyung didn't hesitate to run off into his personal room.
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Namjoon sighed as he ran his long fingers through the soft texture of his hair. He hated this, seeing his little brother act so strong and fighting with others just to punish himself for something he could not control. Namjoon knew that all Tae wanted was to curl up and cry, though it cut him to not be able to hold and whisper soft nothings into the poor boy's ears, Namjoon let him be.
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A/N
So can any of you guess what's wrong with Tae (its hella obvious, lmao)
