NOT SO GOOD BOY

Episode 13

"Yah! Hanseol-ah, why don't you take a video of this?" Leemin asked as he pressed his indoor shoe against the poor girl's shoulder, pressing her head harder against the vending machine as she sobbed.

"You look great with that girl." Hanseol said as he kicked her leg, making a scared squeal come from her lips drenched with tears, snot and drool.

"Do I?" The other asked with a proud smirk, raising his hands to his hips proudly as he placed his feet to the girl's cheek instead, jerking the side of his face to meet the lockers.

"This is what happens to bitches who don't listen to the guys of the MCSC." He spat pressing against his foot harder in her face.

Hanseol laughed behind the camera, but was interrupted by a harsh shove to his shoulder, sending his phone flying across the floor and down the stairs that were nearby.

Hansel didn't have to turn around to see Park Jimin, calmly strolling to the scene before pushing Leemin's foot off of the girls face and bending down to her.

She looked up, eyes smudged with tears and dirt from Leemin's indoor shoe. A boy stood in front of her, his hand gently pushed some of the hair that was sticking to her wet cheeks, all with a sweet smile on his lips.

A kick was thrown at his side, making Jimin jolt slightly and the girl jump, bring her legs closer to her as she hugged them to her chest.

His smile remained as he rearranged her hair, gently stroking it back in place and then wiping her tears away with the sleeve of his shirt from under his cardigan. The girl noticed the boys behind her glaring at the back of the boys head as they kicked his back, though his smile never faltered.

She looked at him, eyes big and lips slightly parted.

"Yah! Jimshit!" Leemin yelled as he kicked the boy's shoulder, though he was ignored.

Jimin pulled the girl up slowly, taking her bag and handing it to her with another soft smile before nodding his chin to down the stairs.

She smiled hesitantly back, still completely stunned at what he'd just done for her, bolting towards them with a loud yell of a thank you.

Hanseol tried to get a grip of her, but Jimin grabbed his wrist to make sure he didn't.

"You're seriously pissing me off." Hansol yelled as he punched Jimin at his cheekbone, the boy feeling his head snap to the side as pain flooded his cheek.

He hadn't seen that one coming.

Another came at his stomach, knocking all the air out of his lungs.

Jimin knew he would sustain injuries, but he wouldn't let anyone break his nose or injure him permanently.

A few bruises didn't matter.

"Why do you think you are huh? Fucking superman?" Leemin yelled as well as he sent a skilful kick to Jimin's thigh, making him fall down.

"Fuck you Jiminshit and your little charity cases and your ducking attitude, I've had enough of you being a little bitch."

Hanseol kicked Jimin as he lays on the floor, making sure to really dig his foot in Jimin's stomach even though he was engaging his core the most he could.

His arms were around his neck as to not let them get to his face or the back of his head, legs pulled up to his chest, but they still managed to get a few painful kicks in.

Especially because there were two of them.

One of them kicked his elbow, knocking it into his nose and making Jimin's eyes tear up slowly, though he was quick to blink them away.

He felt the warm blood running down his nose.

"Yah!" Jyu Hansol Kang Leemin, stop that right now and go to the principal's office." A voice yelled from the stairs.

The two boys turned around to notice the teacher who was glaring at them, a few curse words coming from them.

"What do you think you're doing huh? You could get suspended for this do you hear me?" He yelled.

Hanseol and Leemin's shrugged their shoulder and passed him to go to the administrative hall. The adult rushed up the stairs to bend down next to Jimin.

"Are you alright? Can you stand?" The teacher uttered softly as he place a hand on Jimin's shoulder.

He bit his lip, seeing red as he saw the two boys walk away whilst laughing loudly. He wanted to end them, so bad. But he was older now, more was at risk.

"Come on let's get you to the infirmary." The teacher said, helping Jimin up slowly though surprised he didn't need it at all.

He bolted up, eyes hidden by his bangs as he started to limp in the direction of the infirmary, the teacher holding a hand to his back.

They passed through the hallways buzzing with people.

Conversations seemed to die down as they passed, though who could blame them. It wasn't everyday you could see the school's nerd walking down the hall with dark bruises on his face, a bloody nose and shoe prints all over his body.

He limped slowly as the blood that was still flowing from his nose dropped down, staining his cardigan and the floor. Leaving a trail of blood drops behind him sinisterly.

He heard a few gasps, some people yelping at the sight of blood, though only one thing clouded his mind, his heart, his entire body.

Anger, anger he was having a hard time controlling

When they finally arrived to the infirmary, the girl from before was already there with  small band aids on her knees and her face now cleaned.

She shot up from her seat, going to help him.

"Are you right?" She asked as she took the teacher's place to help him onto one of the beds. "I'm sorry I tried to call the teacher as fast as possible but I was too late."

Jimin shook his head with a small smile.

"You did good." The teacher said as he sat in a stool next to the bed. "Could you tell me what happened out there?"

The girl nodded. "I was going to get something from the vending machine. But... those two boys arrive and said-... they said i shouldn't eat anymore because i was too fat already." The girl's eyes flooded with tears. "They tripped me and pushed me against the vending machine. Then-" Her breath caught in her throat. "One of them stepped on my face and... he told be me it hurt him to see my face."

Jimin clenched his fist so hard he knew he would get nail prints on his palm later. Those two boys, didn't even deserve to breath with everything they did to innocent students.

But then again, did he?

With everything he'd done.

The girl took a bunch of cleaning wipes and pressed them gently against his bloody nose. The teacher nodded, asking her for her name and class before leaving.

"My name is Jaebyul." she'd said softly, looking at Jimin. "I'm in 1-f."

Jimin didn't answer as the teacher left, closing the door behind him, only tapping the name tag in his cardigan.

"Park... Ji-min?" She said hesitantly.

Jimin nodded with a smile.

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