[ilove_joon]

Hoseok's POV

"Oh noooo way. HE. DID. NOT," I gasp into my phone. I was taking to Jimin. He told me about his and Yoongi's moment— well, almost.

"He DID! Just as Yoongi was about to make a move on me, Jackson showed up! I'm not mad at him, but he totally ruined the moment, if I'm being honest. And here's another thing— he appeared but it was so weird; he looked worried..." Jimin rants.

"Now that's odd.. Well, if I were you, I'd be infuriated with him for ruining such a sexy moment! Why I outta— Jimin, you're too kind. The next time I see that prick, I swear I'm gonna knock that sexy-ass smirk right off of his face!" I tell him.

"No, Hoseok, that's not necessary, and you know I don't like it when you two are fighti—"

Jimin's voice fades as my head snaps left, and if my peripheral vision wasn't deceiving me, the familiar face of my enemy is contorted in a snarl, as if he's been thinking about being mad for the longest time.

I remember the promise I made to Jimin. So this guy thinks he can get in the way of Jimin's love life for him to be satisfied? I think not. I don't care if Jimin told me not to fight him. No one gets in the way of my best friend's happiness. Not even his own best friend.

"Well, well, well. Jackson Wang," I snarl, putting my phone aside.

"Hoseok??? Hello???? Where are you? Is something wrong? What're you up to? HOSEOK!!" I hear Jimin's muffled voice and turn our call off.

"Jung Hoseok. You know, you really don't want to be talking to me right now, so I suggest you fuck off," he says, glaring.

"Ohhhhh, I'm SO scared! What're you gonna do? Get in the way of me and Youngjae's relationship the way you do with Jimin and Yoongi?" I mock.

"That's it, you red-headed faggot. I warned you!" Jackson says, catching me off guard and pushing me against the lockers.

A crowd begins to form. I need all the backup I can get. This is a clique on clique crime.

"I don't understand what Jimin sees in you. You're nothing but a coward," I spit, grabbing Jackson's collar. He's got me caught against the lockers, but I knee him in the gut to get out of the position.

I see plenty of LGs and Straights now. The two crowds are looking at each other menacingly, the hate prominent in their eyes.

"All my friends! Jackson Wang thinks he can interfere with Jimin's love life! Show him and his cronies what you think about that bullshit!" I yell towards my side. They all begin to riot. Perfect.

"I'm doing it for Jimin's own good! You know what I mean!!" Jackson yells even louder towards his side. More riot.

One second. Two seconds. Now three. And the first move between our two cliques is made— Amber Liu had lunged forward to punch a Straight. Now, everything was utter chaos. The hall had now become a hellhole, and no teachers were going to interfere with our affairs.

While my group is focused on Jackson's, we now can have at it with each other. Time to make him pay for Jimin's troubles.

Jimin's POV

"...you know I don't like it when you two are fighting. You better not do anything!" I warn Hoseok in our phone call. I didn't like how Jackson interrupted me and Yoongi, but I didn't want Hoseok to get all pissed about it for me either. He doesn't answer. All that comes from my phone are the sounds of movement.

That is, until I hear Hobi say Jackson's name. The venom is laced in his voice and I can tell they're not about to calmly pass by; I've known them both long enough to know that they can't control themselves around each other.

"Hoseok??? Hello???? Where are you? Is something wrong? What're you up to? HOSEOK!!" I scream into my phone. No response. I can hear the muffled voice of Jackson, who also sounds hostile. Suddenly, without explanation, Hoseok hangs up on me. The audacity of this bitch! I have to stop them before they start a fight...

Where are they?? Wait, thank God for Find My iPhone. I see that both of their phones are located in the halls the floor below me. I'm tempted to text Yoongi to ask him for help, but I realize he's probably at his friend's house by now, just as he said he was going.

I dash down the stairs and the sight I find in the middle breezeway breaks my heart. The two cliques are at each other's throats. My friends attacking my friends. It's painful to watch. I can stop this later; first, I need to find the two most dangerous ones here.

I finally spot them, Jackson grasping his gut as he attempts to swing at Hoseok, and Hoseok, who has a bruised eye, trying to kick at Jackson. Just as I'm about to reach the two, I see from inside a classroom, a Straight, holding a chair over his head. He looks like he's about to throw it at whoever's behind me. Whoever's.. behind me... I turn around, and the person he's aiming for isn't paying attention.

"YUGYEOM!!" I shriek. "WATCH OUT!"

He turns around, looking at me with large eyes, and it's like slow-motion as the chair is thrown through the glass window. The fragile glass is shattered in various fractal patterns and cracks, the chair flying. It seems everyone around has stopped to watch it. I grab Yugyeom's arm, pulling him down to duck with me, and the chair misses us by seconds. It doesn't spare me from the pain of glass shards cutting the bottom half of my face. Luckily, my unoccupied hand instinctively covered my eyes and my nose. But pain surges and I feel the stinging sensation of the glass stuck in my face, around my cheeks, some caught on my bottom lip.

I grunt in pain and fall to the floor, tasting and feeling blood from the cuts. Everyone has stopped completely to gather around me, asking me if I'm okay.

"Jimin, are you okay?! YOU DIRTY BASTARD, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT??" sobs Yugyeom.

"I-I'm fine... I just have some injuries, but I'm alive," I breathe out.

"Everyone, out of my fucking way! MY BFF'S HURT!" Hoseok shrieks at the top of his lungs, going to my side.

Jackson follows him closely behind, the unfamiliar worry in his face present again as he looks at me. "A-Are you okay, Jiminie?" he asks shyly, the cold demeanor he had when fighting Hoseok completely disappearing.

"I'm fine," I say.

"WHO THE FUCK THROWS A CHAIR IN A FIGHT?!" screams a random LG.

We all look towards the classroom with the broken window, the Straight already gone from the scene. Surprisingly, no teachers have arrived still. I'm relieved for this, though.

"Honey, you're not okay. You're all cut up! C'mon, I'm taking you to my place," Hoseok says, helping me up.

"I don't think so, Jung. He's coming with me," Jackson says, dangerously quietly. He pulls on my arm, but I pull it away. I still haven't forgotten that he barged in on a private moment.

"J-Jackson, I think you've done enough," I sigh sadly.

"You hear that, bitch? Leave him alone," Hoseok snarks.

"You too, Hobi.. I just don't need to be around you guys right now. I'm pretty sure you two started the fight anyways.. Even though you know I hate your fights," I say bluntly.

"If you don't want us, then who's going to take care of you?" Jackson asks.

"I will," Yugyeom smiles, stepping up and wiping away his tears, "He saved my life, so I'm taking him to me and Jinyoung's place to get him patched up."

Hoseok mutters an "okay" before leaving with his arm around Youngjae. It's no doubt Hoseok is upset, so I already feel bad for the monster that will be attacking Youngjae's hole.

Jackson's face contorts into a look of disgust when he sees Yugyeom grab my arm. Being homophobic again, is he? Hmph. With one last pleading look at me, he turns, his crew immediately following close behind me.

I catch Yugyeom and BamBam make eye contact before they both look away quickly. I swear I heard BamBam heave a sad sigh.

I notice Rosé is still hanging around them, her arm loosely around Lisa's waist. You go, girl, I cheer mentally.

Lots of things have changed, actually. JB is walking a little farther from Jackson than usual, Taehyung and Jungkook seeming close, Jennie being the one looking like a third-wheel instead of Jungkook, and the Lisa and Rosé thing going on. Namjoon is barely following along, his nose only pointing below him. He's been getting sucked into his phone a lot lately. The guys of the group no longer have their arms around their girlfriends or are messing with each other and discussing sports; it seems there had been a shift in the normality of things...

"Let's get going, shall we?" Yugyeom asks me, snapping me back into the present.

"Okay," I agree.

The car ride is quick and we're already at his and Jinyoung's place. I've been here a couple times for parties, so I'm familiar being greeted by the same pairs of shoes that are sat on the doormat. But there's one extra pair today for some odd reason... Did they get a new roommate? Is Jinyoung hooking up with someone?

Yugyeom unlocks the door, gesturing for me to come in. The taste of blood has stopped, probably just dried up. I didn't want to risk touching and infecting my cuts.

"Oi, JINYOUNG HYUNG! GRAB MY MEDICAL KIT, WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!" Yugyeom screams as soon as the door behind us is closed.

Jinyoung's head peeps from the corner of the wall and he asks "Yugyeom, we have a visitor, now's not the time to play fake doctor with me, buddy," Jinyoung says.

"And which visitor is that? No one is as important as Park Jimin as of this moment," Yugyeom presses.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

With that, Yugyeom grabs my arm and pulls me into their living room, where Jinyoung is playing cards with— YOONGI on the floor.

Yoongi has earphones in again, and Jinyoung seems extra focused on his game.

"Yoongi?! Since when are you and him friends???" Yugyeom asks Jinyoung.

"Ever since our lil kiss at that party, we've gotten close as good friends."

I can't help but feel the familiar pool of jealousy swirling in my gut but I maintain self control. So Jinyoung was the friend who's house he'd be going to.

I sit next to the still distracted Yoongi and tap his shoulder.

"OH MY GOD, JIMIN, WHAT HAPPENED?" he yells loudly, probably over his music.

"Just a dumb fight at school..." I mumble.

He removes his earphones and grabs my hand.

"I'm taking you and getting you cleaned up," he says worriedly, pulling me up towards the bathroom.

"I hope he's okay, that looks pretty serious. It must be, since Yoongi was so eager to leave our game," Jinyoung whispers to Yugyeom.

"Yeah.. I was gonna help but there's no way I'm cockblocking those two," he smirks in return.

I give Yugyeom a look and he just snickers. I swear, he's JUST LIKE Jungkook!

Yoongi pulls me into the bathroom, sitting me down on the closed toilet and opening the medicine cabinet. He pulls out some cotton swabs, alcohol, and ointment.

He stands in front of me. "Is this what happens when I leave you alone at school?" he jokes.

"I guess.. Please be gentle. It hurts so much," I say, barely keeping in a cry of pain the second he touches a piece of glass on my right cheek.

"I promise I will. I'll always be gentle for you, Jiminie," he says, gummy smile apparent.

I blush a little bit as he continues removing all the glass, me wincing every time he does so. When it's all gone, I feel relieved. Next, he disinfects all of the cut areas with the alcohol, rubbing cautiously and slowly with the cotton. The pain burns in my skin, but I don't show it; it doesn't affect me as much as the beautiful man in front of me. He gives me a kiss on the forehead when it's done for "being a good boy".

"You're almost done, we just need to put medicinal ointment so they heal quickly. They're small cuts, so I think you'll be back in all your visual glory soon enough. No bandaids, though, so your wounds can breath a little and heal faster."

He takes some ointment on his fingers, and as I'm thinking dirty thoughts about the sight, he's ever-so-gently rubbing it over all my cuts on my cheeks. Once they're all covered, he leans in close, our noses barely touching as he covers the cuts on my lips with his fingers. I can count his eyelashes at this point.

"Aaaand, I'm done. Are you feeling better, Jimin?" he asks. I can smell his fresh and minty breath. He doesn't back away.

"I am, now that you're here," I say, locking eyes with him. I don't know where this confidence came from but I love it.

"Oh, believe me, I feel the same way," he smirks, pulling my chin forward. The final space between our lips is gone and we begin kissing. It's just as heavenly as the last one we had at the party. The softness of his lips makes me forget about all pain in mine as we just kiss and kiss and kiss. Our worlds melt into one, and I kiss him with both gratitude and lust.

"Hey! Yoongi, you were supposed to be cleaning his cuts, but I didn't think you'd be doing it with your lips," Jinyoung laughs.

During our makeout session, I think we both completely forgot we were in someone else's bathroom— with the door wide open.

We laugh along and I hit Yoongi playfully.

"Yeah, what do you think you're doing? You rubbed off all the ointment!" I joke.

"It's not my fault you were being so sexy!" Yoongi protests.

"Okay, you two, I have nothing against this so carry on. Yugyeom was just worried on why you guys were taking so long." With this, Jinyoung walks off, not forgetting to close the bathroom door behind him.

"Shall we continue?" Yoongi smirks.

"No, I need more ointment," I say, smiling innocently.

"I swear, Park Jimin, one day, you're gonna pay for giving me so many boners and not helping me out," Yoongi husks. But it all disappears the second he adds a second layer of the medicine on his fingers.

"Maybe you can show me tomorrow at Namjoon's house. He's throwing another party," I tell him.

"Maybe I will," he says, giving me one last chaste kiss on the lips before rubbing ointment on them.

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the claws are finally out.

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