When Yoongi woke up in the morning, Jimin wasn't by his side. In fact, he was already gone. It left Yoongi to a wondering mess.

He thought that maybe Jimin had gone downstairs to get him breakfast like he sometimes did.

But, after showering and getting ready he soon realized that Jimin had actually left without him.

Sure, it probably wasn't a big deal. However, this pissed him off. How could he just leave after their sweet talk the night before? After sleeping next to each other?

He was storming down the hallway and he spotted him by his locker. As he approached the locker he noticed the nasty drawings on the metal door.

"Jimin,"

He gasped and dropped his notebook on the floor. Yoongi picked it up and when he saw his bruised cheek and busted lip, he realized why he had left in the morning.

"That mother fucker." He hissed walking by.

Jimin shut his locker door and quickly followed him outside. A few people stared, but didn't really care. It was too early in the morning for them to be that alert.

"Yoongi, wait, please." He quietly mumbled staying behind him. He was scared to get beside him afraid that it would embarrass him.

"Is this why you turned off the lights and then left this morning without saying bye?"

"There's no point in upsetting you—"

"No point?" He exclaimed turning around. "Then what the fuck are we?" He added his cheeks turning red in anger.

Jimin gulped and stepped back. "I don't want you to get in trouble. I don't want you to defend me anymore. I need to learn to do it myself."

Yoongi sarcastically laughed, "Learn to do it yourself? Well, shit, you need to hurry up and learn because he's been beating the shit out of you since you got here."

Jimin looked down a bit flustered. "I know." He whispered.

"I don't give a fuck. I'm going to best his ass. I want him to leave you alone."

"Please, don't."

"Why're you stopping me? You're clearly not going to do it are you?" He snapped. He was so angry at this point.

Why was Jimin being so hardheaded? All he wanted to do was protect him. Why was that so hard for him to understand?

Jimin was so tongue tied that he couldn't say a word. Yoongi waited a few seconds and after not getting a response he walked away annoyed.

•••

"You good?" Namjoon asked as they walked in the gym.

"Oh, yeah. I'm great." He assured looking around. He spotted Jimin across the gym sitting down on the floor stretching.

They caught eyes, but Yoongi looked away to be petty. He was right to be upset all he wanted was to teach that asshole a lesson so he would leave him alone.

"Want to play some basketball while class starts?"

"Huh?" Yoongi asked looking up. Namjoon smiled and repeated the question, "I asked if you wanted to play basketball while class starts?"

"Yeah. Sure."

Namjoon went to grab a basketball and dribbled it back then threw it to him. They played for a couple of minutes unaware of their surroundings.

At one point, Namjoon threw the ball too hard and Yoongi jogged to get it. He was still across the room from Jimin who was now jump roping.

Yoongi smiled until he saw Jimin being pushed to the ground by the group of friends walking by. Of course, the one that pushed him down was the same asshole that was always bothering him.

Yoongi felt his blood boil at the sight so he went back to the basketball court. Namjoon waited for him to throw the ball and Yoongi did except he threw it the opposite way to hit that ass on the face.

"What the fuck?" He shrieked grabbing his nose.

"Didn't see you there." Yoongi simply stated shrugging. A few boys snickered and Jimin bit the inside of his lip nervously.

"Didn't see me here? Are you fucking blind?"

Yoongi shrugged once again making the other guy angrier. "I'm sick and tired of your shit. What's your problem with me?" He asked walking towards him.

"I wouldn't—" Namjoon warned, but they kept walking towards him ignoring his comment. "Well, okay, get your ass beat then." Namjoon added crossing his arms over his chest.

Yoongi smiled wanting him closer. "You didn't bring my ball? How fucking rude." He sighed shaking his head.

"That's all you have to say? I don't give a shit about your stupid ball. I want to know what's your damn problem."

Yoongi simply laughed and rolled his tongue. Namjoon didn't step in to stop him because he knew it would be pointless and he could probably get punched in the process.

Within seconds he was on the ground punching him. His friends tried to step in, but Namjoon stoped them.

"Hey! Don't be pussies. They're fighting not you two. Do you see me trying to help him? Ganging up on someone is a pussy ass move. Are you pussies?" He asked with a look. The two rolled their eyes and Namjoon smiled satisfied.

"Stop! Stop! I'm late for five minutes and you guys can't behave!" The coach screamed.

He tried to pull Yoongi away and when he finally managed to, Yoongi was so infuriated that he swung at him too.

The whole class went silent when this happened. Yoongi finally snapped back to reality and then knew he would be in bigger trouble now.

"You two, to the damn office, now!"

Yoongi walked out of the gym leaving everyone else behind. His knuckles were bloody and even a bit sore from missing a punch and hitting the gym floor.

"Not again." The principal said as he took a seat in front of him. Yoongi remained silent and minutes later he walked through the door and sat next to him.

He had a paper towel on his nose to stop the bleeding and this made Yoongi smile satisfied. He wasn't the type to enjoy other people's pain, but this was everything to him.

"I can't have you two here every week. If you need to fight do it outside of school. I am not a baby sitter to be looking out for you."

"I didn't even start the fight! He did!"

"Isn't that your job? To look out for us?" Yoongi wondered.

The principal sighed, "Don't be a smart mouth. You know what I meant. Why the hell are you always starting fights?"

"He's starting fights for his little boyfriend." He chuckled.

"What?" Yoongi exclaimed paranoid.

"You're obviously the guy he's fucking. Why else would you always defend him? I mean Taehyung is his friend too and he don't ever start a fight with me."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not gay. If you say that one more time I will punch you in the—"

"Hey, hey, no violent words. Is this true? What he said?"

"What? No. Of course it isn't." Yoongi replied, but he could feel his face turn slightly red.

"It is. There's no other way."

Yoongi was about to say something when the principal spoke up. "I don't care if Jimin and you are a couple. I really don't care for your sexual orientations. Its your life. I just can't keep letting you start fights because your boyfriend—"

"He's not my fucking boyfriend!" Yoongi screamed getting up. "The only reason I started a fight with this asshole is because his face is fucking ugly and I can't stand him walking around acting like he's the shit when all he literally is, is shit."

"I will—"

"Enough! You two are suspended. Get out now!"

"Me? I didn't even—"

"Out!"

They both walked out, Yoongi first. He followed him behind and suddenly Yoongi turned around to push him against the wall.

"If you ever say that I'm gay I will beat the living shit out of you. I will break your fucking legs and shove them down your throat. I'm not gay. I'm not into that gay shit. I simply feel bad for that poor loser. Say one more word and I fucking promise I will kill you."

The guy blinked and Yoongi saw fear in his eyes. He felt relieved to know that he still caused him fear.

"I was fucking kidding." He said.

"I'm not kidding. You don't want to mess with me."

"Fine, but I can't promise I will stop bothering that idiot. Someone has to entertain my day." He smirked.

Yoongi grabbed his shirt tighter and he wanted to say so much. He want to beat him up again and make him eat his words.

But, he was a coward. He was afraid of being targeted as gay. He was afraid of what they would say so he didn't say a word to defend Jimin though he wanted to.

"Fuck off." Yoongi simply stated and let him go.

He rolled his eyes and walked away leaving Yoongi behind. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair.

The thoughts of everyone knowing about Jimin and him triggered awful thoughts in his mind. Yoongi walked to the bathroom and then to a urinal.

As he unzipped his jeans, Jimin walked out of a stall. "Hey, oh, so-sorry. I-I didn't-" he said covering his face embarrassed.

Yoongi quickly zipped his pants up and looked around paranoid. "Don't worry. No one is here, but me. I'm lucky you walked in." Jimin whispered.

"Oh, okay." He replied still a bit uneasy. What if someone heard? What if there was secret cameras or microphones? What if—

"Yoongi?"

"Huh?" He asked snapping back to reality.

Jimin smiled and wrapped his arms around him. Yoongi tensed up and almost pushed him away, but how could he when he wanted to feel his warmth?

"Thank you." He whispered pulling away. "You're welcome." He said biting the inside of his cheek.

"Okay, I-I have to go back to class. I know you probably got suspended. Actually, I know you got suspended because you punched the teacher. I-I want to ask you something and- I uhhh, better shut up before someone walks in. Just-just meet me at the park where we usually meet. I will go there today after school and come back in time before curfew."

"Alright." Yoongi nodded and gulped.

Jimin started to walk away, but then ran back to plant a kiss on his lips. "You're my hero." He whispered.

Yoongi smiled in returned and felt his stomach fill with butterflies. He was so pure that he deserved nothing but love.

He stood there for a few seconds daydreaming about Jimin. Suddenly, he heard footsteps and he quickly ran and locked himself in a stall.

It was a random teenager that walked in so he sighed feeling more calm. He leaned against the bathroom stall and touched a piece of gum stuck on the wall.

He scowled disgusted and looked at the wall. He then saw the writings on the wall and around the bathroom stall.

"Park Jimin is a fag."

"Fag."

"Jimin likes it in the ass."

"Fags deserve to rot in hell."

"Faggot."

"Dick sucker."

"Jimin is a dick sucking fag."

"Fag."

"Disgusting."

Yoongi held his stomach suddenly feeling dizzy and sick at the same time. A flashback of those nasty words written on Jimin's locker popped up in his mind.

He leaned over the bathroom and threw up what he had eaten earlier the morning, but that didn't stop him from filling up the emptiness in his chest.

And it certainly didn't stop him from feeling guilty. Because he never wanted to see his name written on these walls.