Hoseok

Passing through the school halls trying to not make any noise as books were pushed against the chest, I went all rigid head to toe when a certain someone appeared from the corner of my eyes.

I couldn't explain how dumbstruck I've become when Min Yoongi, a typical bad boy with typical sidekicks in those typical stories, locked his eyes with mine, making my cheeks burn up with passion.

I was told- no, heard. I heard a lot about him, how he was rude and rough to everyone.

I heard from little chitchats to gossips how he targeted anyone he thought he could make fun of.

I heard how he would weave anyone's intestines out of boredom. 

Min Yoongi, or should I say, Cocky Min, was always the talk of town.

But I wasn't so sure if all informations I had gathered from unintentionally hearing to curiously eavesdropping were true.

But from all of it, I had to be careful around him, around his friends. I never dreamt of walking in the same halls as him. But some things couldn't be avoided.

Just like everyone else would do, I tried to lay lower than low while walking, holding the books in my hands tightly as I went.

"Hey, Sunshine."

I stopped from my track, eyes bulging out. I didn't want to turn to him, but something about his aura pulled me so I had to face him and saw the smug look on his face.

How I wished I could turn back time to never go here. Anyway, I was here so there's no turning back now.

"Fuckin' deaf, aren't we?" Yoongi jumped in front of me, leaving his two friends behind who were picking on other people, making me shake my noodle legs, my forehead releasing bullets of sweats as I look around elsewhere reticently.

"Lovely," Yoongi mumbled, looking at my hair and then patting my head like I was a dog. His hands trailed down to my jawline then went to cup my chin, forcing me to look at him face to face. Lovely what? "Your rainbow clip looks lovely on you."

My eyes widened in surpise. A compliment? Should I be expecting one? What was happening?

All of sudden, my books fell down to the floor as Yoongi haphazardly grabbed my arm. I attempted to get them but he yanked me closer to him, making our chests almost touch. Again, what was happening? Me trying to break away with all vigour was to no avail as my might wasn't enough to retract myself from Yoongi's grip as, I figured, he was stronger than I was.

"Let go of me, please..." The voice that came out was weaker than I expected. Pretty desperate. Yoongi, with a warped smirk tugged at his lips, tightened his grip and deliberately twisted my arm, making me feel oddly fragile under his touch.

I knew all too well I shouldn't have hoped for a tad bit of sympathy from someone like him because the smirk he displayed only grew wider when he's obviously dominating me.

"I'm pretty surprised how I've never noticed you before, Sunshine. I never leave pretty things untouched."

I wasn't so sure what to feel with his backhanded remark. Was I losing my senses or did I just not expect this to happen?

Our height was almost on par with each other, but it looked like he was already towering me with his aura alone.

Yoongi stared deep into my eyes, his glowing both fiercely and mellowly at the same time. Howbeit, the smirk that was on his face wouldn't just falter. In fact, there was little to no suggestion that it would do so sooner.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Under his gaze, the throbbing in my chest beat rhythmically, my cheeks burning and my hands getting covered with sweat. "I- uh- W-What- I just..." I was panicking in front of him, desperately wracking my brain for any coherent words to say in this situation. What should be it? A thank you? I'd stammer like crazy if I do that. First, I had to know his intentions and motif. But did I? Or did I just need to kneel him in the crotch to break free from this? Seemed like no options were ligning up correctly in my mind.

Smiling like an idiot as I nibbled on my bottom lip were the last few things I was aware of doing as Yoongi's presence alone put me in a haze of confusion.

It was not wrong to assume of something more, was it?

A few moments later, Yoongi finally let go of the me, releasing the cockiest laugh ever.

I never realised Yoongi's actions as I stared at him in bafflement until when his two friends started drawing near us, one playing with a pack of cigarettes in his hand (though cancer sticks were an obvious prohibition inside the school premises) and the other chewing on a gum unpleasantly loud and popping it occasionally.

The next words Yoongi uttered shattered something positive in me, "Can't believe this little idiot acted like a fucking twink. Well, I have my charm regardless of any gender anyway. But..." He stopped, sizing me up with a disgusted look subtly sitting on his face.

Damn. Did I want to cry right now? That was pathetic of me. I stared at him emotionlessly then covered my eyes as their laughs only grew louder and louder.

It was true how much of an idiot I was for acting in such a way.

My heart plummeted down the soles of my feet in a whirlwind pace, my fists clenched.

"Yoonks, that was hilar-fucking-ious!" One of his friends (the one who looked like a potential actor but with a rotten heart) guffawed.

"Sure fucking was." The other one high-fived him, rolling his shoulders nonchalantly after.

I hated this moment, making my breathing go abnormal. How dare they? Laughing at me like that, making fun of me. I hated feeling like shit but I always felt like it.

I took a sharp breath, clenching my fists tightly, getting this great urge to let them eat my fist, especially this clunk called Cocky Min but after judging the situation, my wits told me I was to a disadvantage as per number and strength so I had to put my anger aside and swallow my pride.

I was the one who was wronged and I wanted to stand up for myself, but I had to give this to them. No one was there to protect me. I couldn't fight all by myself and I had to admit it.

Then I saw the books that were spilled earlier and took it as an opportunity to piss off after I'd pick them.

But screw fate for having another plans for me.

As I slowly leaned down to grab my books, I suddenly let out an audible, shocked gasp when I felt my wrist getting grabbed by, from who I can make out, Yoongi.

"And where do you think you're going?" My eyes grew wide when Yoongi pushed me against the wall, harshly ripping off my collar but failed to damage it completely. I was asked with an obvious rethorical question. As much as I wanted to respond with a cool comeback, I wasn't able to do so as Yoongi's eyes went a shade darker, his voice graver than earlier.

I looked over at anyone who had even the slightest look of pity on their faces, probably looking helpless as I did so, nonetheless catching no one who was willing to help me out. There were only the looks of disinterest and cautiousness and of course the annoying looks of the two others who started to laugh like maniacs in front of me, making my stomach churn in displeasure.

"My class... I-I have to get to my class right now. Please..." I wanted to bury myself right here, right now if I could for stuttering the life out of myself. I most probably shouldn't let Yoongi think even the slightest that I was to submit to him.

"Hmm, cute." Yoongi made a little quip, words in contrast to his bland tone. "How you think you have a choice."

"Whatcha gonna do with him, Yoonks? Violate those lips while ripping his neat uniform in front of everyone? Bet he won't be able to sleep without thinking of his fucking dream-come-true wish." The one taller than the rest commented, his eyes going all over me and I felt disgusted with everything he said. This guy didn't have any remorse painted over his face, that's why.

I cut my gaze away from him and turned to Yoongi to see the slightest reaction he had over the comment. Was he going to get offended by the remark?

"Five minutes, guys." Yoongi said, his head slightly turned to them, an inconspicuous smirk planted on his lips. "I'm about to teach this dolt a fucking lesson on when to turn your back on someone and why it shouldn't be me." As he finished off, he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me somewhere I didn't know where. I struggled under his grip, pleading with low voice in hope for him to let go of me but it was obviously to no avail.

"A-At least let me get my books." I told him and he turned to me, his lackluster eyes screaming indifference. I shut my mouth then. Although I wanted to scream, my eyes beginning to get watery, I kept my silence. There was an obvious dangerous peril going on, but I couldn't even have the guts to step on Yoongi's shoes for that matter.

Pathetic. When do I stop being one? But what if- what if I get taken advantage of? Should I just let this happen to me? When do I start standing up for myself, when I get filled with regret and self-loathing?

A lot could happen in five minutes. What would? And how could it happen if I'd go against it? But how do I go against it, against him? But I couldn't risk it, not the five minutes. My hands got clammier, uncontrollably quivering as I followed him further.

"Will you stop shaking? We're almost there. Good that you're not resisting though."

Almost where? "W-Where are we going?" I whimpered, holding back my sobs as he returned no response and only continued trudging his feet somewhere, mine following unwillingly.

I couldn't let this happen. It would be now or never. I couldn't live in regret for the rest of my life. "I-I'll do anything, I promise!" I blurted out, stopped on my track in attempt to stop Yoongi on his. He did, thankfully. He finally let go of me and I felt like I was able to see daylights, the surroundings around me lighting up in my eyes. "Just please... Spare me. My parents wouldn't have the money to file a lawsuit against you, I vouch on that, so please... Please rethink this. W-We can talk about it, yeah? I... I mean, we'll use words. I understood already anyway, but I'll hear you. But I know not to turn my back on you ever again. I won't ever see you again! I guarantee you that. Just please... Please..." My voice cracked in the last part, then hot, fresh tears started rolling down my cheeks as I balled both of my fists desperately, my eyes forcefully shut. "I won't tell anyone! I swear. I won't tell... I-I..."

"Could you get any more pathetic, Sunshine?" Yoongi spat in front of me, attempting to cup my chin but I turned away as sobs escaped my mouth and tears escaped my eyes. "I can't fucking believe you let me drag you until here. You're unable to stand up for yourself, a fucking weakling. I love seeing you cry. I love seeing you suffer. It's fucking pathetic and I get both pleasure and annoyance from it, but mostly pleasure. But you. You just- Anyone could fucking use you so fucking easily. And I have to do something about it, about you. Would it be strange- would it be if I- ah, fuck. Nevermind."

Well, I'm so fucking sorry.

"Please stop fucking crying."

I could get spat on. I could get kicked in the face. Repeatedly. I could get choked. Maybe having to control my cry could make Yoongi think of sparing me.

"What do you major in?"

I stopped wiping my nose when he asked an abrupt question. "Dancing."

"Hmm, fine arts." From what I could tell, he did a little pondering. It got me stirred up. Why was he asking? Suddenly, I didn't feel so much in danger unlike before. "You have to help me with something. I'm not gonna let go of you until you do it, got it?"

I stared up at him in confusion. What was this kind of switch up? I wanted to run, but he's only gonna catch me. Should I kick him in the nuts while he lowered his guard? He's probably gonna do it before I could ever lay a hand on him.

"Sure..."

"You actually think you had a choice." He laughed, his voice low and cold, his eyes forming into slits. "Cute."

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Finally edited this bad boy. Lmk what you guys think.