Give You Hell || j.j.k

4. Sorry About the Ribs

(A/n: longer chapter and istg taehyung is a special breed...)
The music from my phone abruptly stopped and I groaned as I dried my hair.
Unknown Number?
Eh, fine.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hey, it's Namjoon from detention."
"Oh, hi. How'd you get my number?" I asked as I walked into my room.
"Hoseok gave it to me. Listen, I live across the street from the school and that little magician kid is still out there." He said.
"And...?"
"he's sat there for 3 days and has barley blinked. It's impossible."
"Not to be rude, but why are you calling me of all people?"
"You're the one that brought him here."
I sighed. "Okay look, we don't know if he's legit, or just a lunatic with a cool party trick."
"I guess." He said.
I smiled. "Let's just wait and see."
Yoongi knocked on my door before letting himself in. "Hoseok is at Namjoon's and being all mopey."
"Why?"
"Namjoon and him are in the same class-"
"No, dipshit, I mean why is he mopey?"
Yoongi scrunched his nose at me, "he saw the Satan kid shivering last night and he got sad I guess."
"So?"
"We're going shopping instead of going to school bitch! And your allowance is now a grateful donation to yours truly..." Jimin announced, giving a fancy courtesy with the stack of hundreds that buy Yoongi and I food.
"You little shit!" Yoongi yelled as he chased him down the long hall.
Yoongi and I have been pretty much alone our whole lives. An unknown father and a mom that's traveling the world doing charity work and photo shoots.
Perfect ingredients for trainwrecks of humans.
"I will shove a whisk so far up your-!"
"We still need to pick up Jungkook before people even get to school, assholes! Get in the car or I swear to god I will let Jimin drive today!" I yelled as I passed my school bag, picking up my daytime bag instead.
"No!" Yoongi exclaimed as he pushed past me, in the passenger side and buckled in at record breaking speeds.
"Let's go then!" Jimin said in a cheerful tone as we came close to the school.
Hoseok was pouting at Jungkook from Namjoon's apartment window as we pulled closer and parked in his driveway.
I turned to the kid, shivering on the bench like Hoseok said and understood why he was so distraught by it. Namjoon and his friend, Seokjin I think...? Well, those two came out of the building, followed by a still pouty Hoseok.
"Let's go confront fire balls!" Seokjin announced, starting to cross the street.
"That hoe will fireball our asses! He said he was expecting her on Saturday motherfucker!" Jimin yelled.
"He can't hurt us though, right? Isn't that what he said?" Namjoon asked.
"No, he said he can't hurt..."
they all looked at me slowly and I was already protesting.
"No I will not go confront a potential sleeping demon about going to the mall with us!"
"What the fuck is a mall?" A new voice rang from behind me.
I swatted back in reflex, sending Jungkook to his knees.
"When did you get there?!" I yelled as I jumped back.
"Okay for one, ow!" He stood up, brushing off his dirty suit. "And secondly, are you ready to give up your soul?"
"Can you drop that bro?" Hoseok politely asked.
"I want go go... home." His eyes turned red again, and his canines momentarily grew longer.
"Stop it hoe! It's creepy as shit!" Jimin told him off.
He closed his eyes and they were normal again. "If it is going to take you a while, might as well try and blend in..." he rolled his eyes, heading for the school.
"In that...?" Seokjin deadpanned. "There's a reason that these broke shits robbed me. Get in the van."
Seokjin was familiar to me, and it had just clicked that he was close with Yoongi when they were freshmen! It made more sense why Yoongi didn't care when he jumped in the front seat that he only let himself and I in.
"I'm not getting in that filthy little-"
Jimin pushes him and closed the doors like a professional kidnapper.
Meanwhile...
"I can't believe I'm skipping school after getting detention! My parents are gonna kill me when I get home..." Namjoon not so quietly whispered to himself.
"Is this what having parents that care is like?" Jimin gasped and we all chuckled, including Namjoon.
"It's all they care about.." he shrugged.
Jungkook just picked at the floor in disgust.
"Damn do you got issues too? So Seokjin, you cant be this funny without some trauma. What's up with you?"
"Eh, parents built a palace of ice and left me to freeze."
"Dude same!" I yelled, nudging Yoongi.
"Yeah, I don't even know if we're fully related because how much Mom slept around. We went from one bedroom apartment to 3 stories when her dad died and gave her all his money." Yoongi explained, shrugging.
"Haven't seen her in half a year." I added.
"Nice." Seokjin sarcastically nodded.
"Oh my turn!" Hoseok called, standing up in the back.
"Foster system!" He yelled and everyone applauded jokingly.
Jungkook looked disturbed.
"My parents kicked me out for prostitution after they refused to feed me!" Jimin called out, making everyone stop.
"Too much?" He asked.
"Nah, give him it." Yoongi dismissed and we continued clapping.
"I got a D on a test and my mom threw my dog out." Namjoon said and the clapping started again.
"See, I knew there was a reason I liked you!"
Jungkook took a breath "What in the actual-"
Seokjin slammed on the breaks, the screeching of the wheels unable to prevent the thud that followed.
"You hit someone?!" Yoongi screeched.
I jumped out of the back.
"Oh my god! You didn't just hit someone, you hit Taehyung!"
Taehyung sat there, clenching his side.
"This is my car dude! I'm not getting sued for hitting this kid!" Yoongi ranted as everyone got out.
"Taehyung, are you okay? Is anything broken???" I yelled as I tried to sit him up.
"Ah, (Y/n), don't touch!" Hoseok yelled, making everyone look at him.
"...fingerprints." He mumbled.
Taehyung grroaned as he tried to stand up. "It's fine, I'm okay..." he groaned. "Just a bruise."
Seokjin sighed.
"Why are you guys going this way?" He asked, looking around. "And why is he here?" He nodded towards Jungkook, standing up straighter.
"We're taking him for new clothes cause I'm not giving up my soul for shit." I informed, crossing my arms.
Jungkook's tongue poked at the inside of his cheek. "We'll get to that soon..." he rolled his eyes and walked back around to the truck and jumped in.
"You're skipping?" He asked. "Is that why you're absent so much?!" He put the dots together.
"Yeah, she isn't a saint buddy." Jimin added. "If you want you can tag along." He said as he went around to the back and got in.
"Can he not?!" Jungkook yelled from inside the vehicle.
"He will now!" He called as he ran around to the back with my arm in his hand, stopping at the lack of seats.
"Is this guy seriously-?" Yoongi started, unable to finish before rolling his eyes and pushing the kid onto the floor of the van.
"Aw, our third kidnapping Yoongi!" Jimin said in a cutesy tone.
"I'm driving." He glared at Seokjin as he reluctantly got out and into the passenger's side.
"Does he know what we're playing once we get there?"
Jimin chuckled at Seokjin's question. "Are you ready to for backpack junkyard?"