Pulling the boy by the collar, Yoongi dragged him down the staircase and slammed him against the wall in the landing.

The boy breathed rapidly, his mouth quivered and his hands held unto Yoongi's outstretched arm.

"Please..."

Yoongi's breathing was heavy, hot, angry. His eyes bore holes through the boy's head.

"You're not scared?" Yoongi questioned, his teeth gritted. His blood boiled with anger. He had silently watched the idiot in class slowly display his stupidity.

"Yoongi, I-"

"Shut!" Yoongi snapped loudly, then looked up the stairs to be sure his loud voice hadn't attracted any attention. In a low, yet thick voice he continued, "Shut your shithole up. And don't make me shout or I will snatch your oesophagus out, you hear me?"

The boy nodded. He was in Jungkook's class. The one that had grinded his hips into Jungkook's butt.

He had messed with Jungkook; touched Jungkook inappropriately and on top of that, made fun of him.

"You think you're hilarious, huh?" He sent an unamusing laugh. He so wanted to shove the boy off the railings. "You think you're the shit because Miss Sulli let's you grease her tool."

His eyes doubled. "H-h-how..."

"H-h-how," Yoongi mimicked irritably. "Shut the fuck up, I know everything." His hand gripped the boy's hair, yanking his head backwards and making him wince in pain. "All your little fuck sessions after school in the janitor's closet."

"Yoongi, please.."

"I'm not blackmailing you." Yoongi shook his head. He ran his tongue over his lips. "I'm threatening you."

The boy gulped. His chest pounded against Yoongi's arm. Yoongi's grip around his neck tightened.

He inched closer, drawing his face close to the boy, staring intently into his eyes so he could match the demon within him with the little clown inside the boy. So the boy could see what he was up against.

In a way, he wanted to portray the biblical saying that; He that is in me is greater than he that is in you; in the bastard in front of him.

Everyone knew he had am asylum in him, but they still went ahead to push his damn buttons!

"Listen clearly."

The boy nodded frantically, shaking.

"If you ever smile, speak, laugh, or as much as breath next to Jungkook again, I swear to God, I will jab my pen through your forehead and make sure it prods through the back of your head. And then I will drag your scrawny body to the roof and toss you off this building."

Tears spilled from the boy's eyes as he shuts them in fear.

"I w-w-won't I promise. Please forgive me," He cried, mucus and tears dripping like a tap.

"I know," Yoongi said, forcing a smug smile. "You won't do it. I'll kill you if you as much as think of it."

Pulling him forward, Yoongi slammed him against the wall again and let go of his collar, then he stepped back.

"Now, scram," He commanded.

The boy stood fearfully, knees buckled. He looked up at Yoongi with shaky hands.

"Are you deaf? Get the fuck out of my face before I strangle you to death." Yoongi charged towards him with his legs going for a kick as the boy jumped and ran off.

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"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked when they had stepped outside the classroom.

"I'm fine. What did you want to talk about?"

Jungkook clamped his hands to his side. He made sure he rubbed off the sweats on his jeans.

Taehyung shoved his hands in his pockets. "I wanted to make sure that you're okay."

Jungkook nodded. His eyes were on the floor. He didn't want to look at Taehyung. He didn't want to look at Taehyung.

Taehyung didn't care for him. He couldn't buy it.

"Is Jennie okay with you checking up on your ex?" Jungkook mustered the courage to ask.

After they had broken up Taehyung had dated two other girls, Jennie was the third one he had been with last week.

Taehyung's lips lifted at the side into a smirk. He nodded at the shots fired. "What does Jennie have to do with this? And if you must know, I broke up with her. She's with Kai now."

Still, after all these time the thought of Taehyung with someone else was a triggering topic.

"Look, Babe." That word, Babe. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "I'm just making sure you're okay."

"I'm fine."

"If you need someone to talk to, I-"

"It wouldn't be you." He finally looked up at Taehyung; at that gorgeous face that had once made him go crazy whenever he saw it. His voice shook as he spoke, betraying his intentions. "You'll be the last person I'd ever want to share my feelings and thoughts with."

Taehyung nodded. "I see."

The problem was, Jungkook wanted to see that his words hurt Taehyung. He wanted to know he meant something as much as being able to shake Taehyung's emotions. But his face was blank. He didn't look hurt, happy or sad. Just blank.

The problem also was, he still cared about what Taehyung said or thought about him. He still cared about everything that had to do with Taehyung. If it had been Yoongi or Jimin he had seen with different girls, he wouldn't have been too affected by it like he was with Taehyung.

Why was Taehyung different?

"Anyways, since you're good. Take care," Taehyung said, turned around and walked off, down the hallway.

Without a second glance back at Jungkook, Jungkook watched as he entered a classroom. Soon, Taehyung reappeared with a Junior student, her arms wrapped around his waist as she looked up at him dreamily.

His heart clenched. Why wasn't he used to this already?

Jungkook covered his face with his hand. He counted 1 to 10, as he held his breath then let it out slowly.

He had done a good job so far holding in his emotions and not letting anyone get to him. He wouldn't let Taehyung break him. He wouldn't let his tears fall. He was done being soft, at least for that day, he promised he wasn't going to cry.

He turned around and entered the class just as the bell for first period went off.

Classes went by smoothly and no one bothered Jungkook. Everyone was busy with their class works and surprise test to think about the ongoing drama on ground. And Jungkook hoped for activities to keep pouring for the rest of the day.

After the first 4 periods, it was lunch break.

Jungkook gathered his materials to go to lunch when the class monitor came up to him. He was the only decent student in the class as far as Jungkook's situation was concerned.

"Jungkook," Min Ho called, making him put his head up from his desk. "The Principal wants to see you."

"Me? Why?"

Min Ho shook his head. "I have no idea. But he said immediately."

"Okay," Jungkook said and nodded.

Min Ho walked away, leaving Jungkook alone in the class with a few other students.

"Jungkook, do you want to seat with me at lunch?" Jimin asked coming up to him.

Jungkook packed his books in his arms. "No." He said bluntly and left the class.

As he walked to the principal's office, he imagined what the reason for his summon was. Had they found the culprit? If they had, Jungkook didn't know what his reaction would be. He wasn't sure he was ready to find out yet. His heart smacked against his chest as he slowly made his way.

When he got to Principal Li's office he hesitated outside for the longest period. Who was it that had done this to him? Who would he see behind that door? Taehyung? Yoongi? Jimin had been in the class when he left, could it be him? Had someone gone to summon him too?

After standing there for what seemed like forever, he eventually gathered enough courage to knock.

"Yes. Come in."

Jungkook breathed out heavily before turning the handle and pushing the door.

Principal Li caught sight of him. "Ah, Jungkook. Come on in."

Jungkook stepped into the room. It was cool, generously air conditioned.

There was no other person in the room with Principal Li. In a way, Jungkook was relieved just as much as he was disappointed. Even if he had been nervous as to who was behind the post, he knew he was going to be hurt when he found out that someone he once loved was out to make his life a living hell.

Principal Li's fingers typed frantically on his computer. He seemed to be concentrating on something important.

"Sit down," He said, briefly gesturing to the revolving chair in front of his desk, and then going back to his typing.

Jugkook took a sit. He placed his hands on his laps and ran it up and down his thighs. A shaky breath escaped his mouth.

His eyes traveled to the shelf where several awards were housed, along with a picture frame. He assumed it was Principal Li's family. A beautiful woman had her arms around a teenage boy and a little girl was in her arms. They were all smiling at the camera. They looked happy.

"So, Jungkook," Principal Li called, drawing his attention. He seemed to be finishing off with his work. He was leaning away from the computer and clicked on the keyboard once or twice. "Tell me. How are you?"

"Fine, Sir."

He finally looked away from the computer and relaxed into his chair. He placed both arms on the arm rest and watched Jungkook.

"Are you sure?"

Everyone was asking him that a lot, as if they felt he was holding back on admitting his true feelings.

"Yes, Sir."

And they were right.

"Is anyone bothering you?"

Yes. "No, Sir."

"That's good," Principal Li nodded. "Mr Stan Lee is still working on tracing the culprit, so don't you worry. Okay?"

"Okay, Sir. Thank you."

"I know right now it feels like your life is coming to an end and that you're alone. But I want you to know that everything will blow over with time. And you're not alone. If there's anything you need, come to me. If anyone bothers you, don't hesitate to report that person to me. I won't tolerate anyone making you uncomfortable."

Jungkook nodded. "I understand, Sir."

Principal Li exhaled, then tapped his fingers on the arm rest. "Have you had lunch?"

"I was about to."

He nodded. "Go on then. Don't be afraid of anyone. Don't be afraid to come to me. I will punish whomever bothers you."

Jungkook nodded in appreciation. "Yes, Sir."

"You can go."

He got to his feet, holding his hands in front of his body. "Thank you."

Once he left the room, he felt relieved. That was the kind of moral support he needed. Someone to tell him they were there for him and that he didn't have anything to worry about.

It was what he had wanted from his Mother. Not eye rolls, glares, judgemental comments and disappointed sighs.

He walked to his locker to fetch his lunch. He gathered courage and began to walk to the cafeteria to eat.

'You've done a great job so far, Jungkook. You just have to stay strong until the end,' He said to himself.

When he finally entered the cafeteria, his heart leapt when he saw the multitude in there. He shook his head and backed out of there, he couldn't do it. There was no way.

His hands shook and he swiveled to run to the field where he could eat his lunch in peace. But as turned and took a step, he tripped over and fell on his face.

A series of laughter had his heart sinking. He shut his eyes and pulled his lips into his mouth to keep back every sound. As ridiculous as it sounded, he felt if he could stay quiet, then everyone would disappear.

He couldn't get up. He was afraid of their faces.

"Get up, faggot!"

His body vibrated feverishly. He had never been a target for bullying all his life. Why now? How had it come to this in such a short period?

"Stand up," Another voice bellowed.

Jungkook started to move. He tried to get on his knees but stumbled when his legs wobbled.

"Get up!" And he was yanked to his feet by two arms.

He was grabbed by the collar and shoved into the locker. Pain vibrated throughout his body causing him to shut his eyes.

His lips quivered. He couldn't open his eyes. He begged to disappear from that moment, from that lifetime.

A body came close to him, shadowing over him and breathing hard on him.

"So, you love to slurp on dicks, huh?"

Leave me alone.

Arms slammed by the side of his head, caging him.

"He's so disgusting."

"Oh my God, eww!"

"Such a waste of good look."

The comments flew right at Jungkook, stabbing in his heart and piercing right through to his soul.

"Open your eyes," The voice called. He didn't. He didn't want to see the face of the monster. He didn't want place a face to the voice and to his feelings. He didn't want to hate that person.

"Hit him!" A voice in the crowd cheered.

"No, don't!" Another voice countered.

"Open your eyes!"

"Leave me alone." His voice was soft, low. A mutter. Just a movement of lips with no sound.

"What did you say!?" Fingers poke at his face, digging deep into his skin. He felt the sting on his face.

Jungkook hissed in pain. "Please, leave me alone."

"Open your eyes." The digging had stopped. This time, hands gripped his neck.

"No," He cried, shaking his head. "I don't want to."

"Open your eyes!" The hold on his neck tightened.

"Just open it."

"He's so stubborn."

"Hit him already. What are you waiting for?"

If only they could wear his shoes for just a minute. If they could feel his pains.

"Open your fucking eyes, FAGGOT!"

There, he lost it.

Clutching his hands over his ears, Jungkook crumbled to his knees and let out the loudest scream his voice could allow.

He screamed so loud his throat burned and his lungs hurt. So loud that his mouth dried and his cheeks stung. So loud his heart sank to the pits of his stomach.

Shoes and heels clicked the ground as the crowd scattered, muttering profanities at him as they knew the scream would alert the attention of the teachers and the Principal.

Jungkook's screaming came to a stop. He opened his eyes and looked at the empty hallway. His heart running a marathon. He could see his chest rise and fall frantically and, his hands and feet visibly shook.

"Jungkook!" Principal Li's voice called thickly from the upper floor.

Jungkook eyes darted to the stairs. He couldn't move. He felt glued to the floor.

"Jungkook!" It wasn't Principal Li this time.

Yoongi was running towards him. "Jungkook." Yoongi gripped his arms, eyeing him erratically. His was breathing heavily, worriedly. He cupped Jungkook's face in his hand. "What happened? What happened to your face? Why are you bleeding? Who did this to you?"

Jungkook shook his head, looking up at Yoongi with pleading eyes. "I lied," He whispered in a sob. "I'm not okay. I can't stay here. Help me." His voice shook with every word.

Yoongi's eyes were wide open with horror, fear. His mouth quivered. He pulled Jungkook into his arms and hugged him tightly. "It's okay. I'm here."

Heaving him up, Yoongi supported him with his arms around Jungkook's waist. "It's okay. I'm here. No one can get to you now. Let's go to my house."

Jungkook buried his face in Yoongi's chest and cried as Yoongi led him away.

He had dared himself to a task he wasn't fit for. He shouldn't have. He was too weak for it. Too weak to take out everyone all by himself. Too weak to be strong for himself.

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