𝓗𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓭𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓪

Idiot (Min Yoongi)

Warnings include:
- violence.
- mild swearing.
- mild blood.
- homophobia.
- dysfunctional relationships.
- I just gave you a girlfriend called Amy for plot.
- don't be delulus, boys.

"Come and get it." His voice entered my ear, ringing like the growl of a rabid animal. My jaw stung and I could taste the metallic tang of my own blood on the inside of my cheek.

I leaned on the wall, catching my balance. The broken glass crunched under my shoes but I paid it no attention, back to my senses just in time to catch an incoming punch. I pulled my right fist back and planted an uppercut right into his chin. He stumbled and fell back on the floor, making the glass shards clank with the heaviness of his fall.

"I didn't want to get to this point, Yoongi." I said to him. He tossed to the side and spat a mouthful of blood. "I don't know what the fuck has landed me on your blacklist."

Of course I didn't. We used to be friends, we used to drink and party together. We used to get high together. We hung out in the same friend group and all seemed well until he started to get cold a couple of months ago when I first started to date my girlfriend.

It all kept going downhill. He started to snap at me, and refused to explain when I demanded he at least give me a reason as to why he started to avoid me.

Did I do something wrong? Did I fuck up? Of course, he would just glare at me. No real answers.

I snapped when he "accidentally" spilled some drink on my girlfriend's clothes. I knew she was a bit of a taunting brat, but he was getting too far. I was done with his behavior.

So here we were, in our group's hiding spot by the forest, while the others partied outside. "I want an answer as to why the fuck you've been acting like an asshole to me and Amy." I had never raised my voice at him before because I knew he had anger management issues. "You want an answer then."

And that, was how he started to punch me.

And now, I'm still confused.

He stood up shakily, wiped his mouth and then just as I was starting to get concerned that I might have hit the scrawny guy a bit too hard, he launched himself at me, knocking us both on the floor.

"You just had to get with that fucking bitch, didn't you?!" He landed a punch right onto my jaw as he held my collar in a vice grip. "You thought it'd be fun to let her taunt me, huh?" He punched me again, "fun little game you got there, make fun of the faggot for his little boy crush." He grabbed onto my collar and pulled me up before knocking me down, making the back of my skull and shoulder blades ache. "Ha ha. Funny."

His eyes were cold and full of pure hurt.

"She didn't do that. You're fucking lying." The information was pushing on me like a bad hangover. She would never do this type of shit. She had a bit of an attitude, but she treated everyone nicely and it wasn't like she had a reason to do so. I refused to believe that girl was anything but a sweet angel.

His expression wavered and I saw regret flashing through his eyes as well as vulnerability, but it only lasted a few seconds.

"I'm not dumb. You're in on it as well, aren't you?" He said, but there was a new edge to his voice.

I took advantage of his slight hesitation to flip us around, making his cap fall off his head and his shirt to make a sound of ripping as it twisted around his torso awkwardly.

"I don't fucking know what the fuck you're talking about, nor why me and my girlfriend would give a rat's ass if you sucked cock or not." I grabbed his platinum blonde bangs, making him cling his bloody fists into my sleeve. "I don't give a shit if you were my friend. Don't ever disrespect my girl ever again." I landed a right into his immaculate cheekbone, before releasing him and getting off of him, adding a light kick to his side for good measure.