Hoseok was awoken next to a sleeping Yoongi, and Lisa was on his floor. He quickly grabbed his shirt, and slipped it on. "Wake up!" He yelled, making Yoongi jump. "Who, what, when, where, why, and how?!" Lisa shot up, frantically looking around. Hoseok giggled at her messy hair. "Your hair's a mess." He laughed. "Oh crap. Nooo it's gonna take forever to brush out~" Lisa whined, touching her hair. "Ow ow ow- OW!" She yelped, getting her finger's stuck in her hair. "Oh no, help." She smiled, getting up with one hand for balance, and running to the bathroom to brush out her hair that would take forever. 

"Wake up, sleepyhead. We have to go to your house so you can change and stuff." Hoseok lightly smacked Yoongis' thigh. "Ow- f*ck you." Yoongi groaned, sitting up. There was a moment of silence between the two for a second, both trying to wake up fully. "It hurts." Yoongi told him suddenly. "That's your fault." Hoseok laughed, getting out of bed. "Daddy's hot." Yoongi giggled, pulling the covers up to his shoulder. "What- f*ck you." Hoseok smiled, snatching his jeans. "I speak nothing but the truth." Yoongi smiled innocently. "That's a lie. Do you know how many times you said you weren't gay?" Hoseok looked back at him, raising his eyebrows. 

"Frick you." Yoongi stuck his tongue out at Hoseok. "Come on, bratty bottom." Hoseok laughed, pulling Yoongis' arm. "We'll be late." He added, hoping that would motivate him just the slightest. "No~" Yoongi whined. "Why do you always-" "First up, always is a strong word. Second, I'm wearing nothing but boxers. Third, I will throw a fit if I want to." He spoke smartly, pulling his arm away from Hoseok. "Do you want to walk?" Hoseok looked into his eyes with dominance. 

"Why do you always say hot thing's?" Yoongi pouted. "Because I can. Now let's go." Hoseok laughed lightly, buttoning his jeans. "Also, it's nothing I haven't seen before." He smirked at Yoongi as he threw off the covers aggressively. "That makes me feel madly insecure for some reason." Yoongi told him, looking around for his clothes he definitely didn't wear the day before. "Don't be insecure, baby." Hoseok spoke softly, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Well I am now, so get off." Yoongi joked, pushing Hoseok away as he found his jeans. "No-" "OWW!" Lisa yelled from the bathroom. 

"The fu-" "OW!" Another yell was heard. Yoongi scoffed as he got up, probably whispering curse words under his breath as he went to the bathroom to see what the f*ck Lisa was screaming about. "What are you-" Yoongi cut himself off as he burst into laughter. "I hate having long hair~" Lisa whined, sounding like she could cry. "It looks like a birds nest." Yoongi laughed at the brush that was stuck somewhere in her hair. "You look like trash all day everyday. I look better than your future all day everyday, so shut up." Lisa joked, wincing in pain as she brushed her hair. 

"That's offensive." Yoongi pouted. "What are you yelling about, Lisa?" Hoseok asked, standing behind Yoongi and wrapping his arms around him. "My hair~" Lisa complained. A horrible scratching noise was heard, and Lisa finally started to get her hair under control. "That looks like torture. Glad I'm not a girl." Yoongi smiled evily. "There are many many reasons why you should be happy you're a guy. Being a girl sucks." Lisa spoke fastly. 

"For example, we have to deal with this sh*t more than twice a day, we are always getting catcalled by 50 year old guys no matter our age, and we bleed for a week every-" "This conversation is over, we should get ready to go to school so we can be smart human beings." Hoseok cut her off, dragging Yoongi away from Lisas' ranting. "I've been saved. Thank you, almighty one." Yoongi spoke sarcastically. "You're welcome, kitten-" "Sh*t, f*ck, don't call me that." Yoongi cut Hoseok off. "Why? It's cute! Cause you look like a cat." Hoseok smiled innocently. "No, it's extremely sexual, and I don't have time to deal with a boner. Don't call me kitten." Yoongi told him, travelling downstairs. 

"Kitten." Hoseok whispered in his ear, trying not to giggle. "Hoseok, quit it right now." Yoongi spoke in a threatening tone. "Okay, kitten." Hoseok giggled quietly. "Stop it~" Yoongi pouted, running down the stairs. "Kitten!" 

"Omg where?!" Sarah squealed happily, looking up at Hoseok. "No, Yoongi's a kitten." Hoseok giggled more. "Quit calling me a kitten!" Yoongi protested. "Aww, I think it's adorable!" Sarah smiled at Yoongi. "You're clearly not understanding the issue here." Yoongi sighed. "Kitten!" Hoseok laughed in a happier tone. "No matter how you say it, it's still kin-" "We need to stop by Yoongi and Lisa's house, so we should probably go soon." Nikko told them, stepping behind Sarah. 

"Hoseok calls Yoongi kitten. Isn't that adorable?" Sarah turned around to face her husband. "Honey, they're in high school, and they're both boys, and they're both gay. Do you really think kitten is a cute nickname?" Nikko laughed. "Thank you! Someone sane understands my problem!" Yoongi smiled at Nikko. "Oh. Didn't think of it that way." Sarah spoke awkwardly. "Now would you please quit calling me kitten?" Yoongi turned to Hoseok, who stood on the stairs. "No. It's cute, whether you think so or not." Hoseok smirked teasingly, making Yoongi groan. 

"Okay, I got most of my hair, but I need my freaking hairbrush!" Lisa explained, walking down stairs. "Alright then, let's go so neither one of you are late to school." Nikko smiled, opening the front door. "See ya later!" Lisa smiled back at Sarah as she followed Nikko to the car. Hoseok waved goodbye to his mother, and Yoongi followed him out the house. 

When they arrived to Yoongi and Lisas' house, they were suprised to find police tape in the front yard. "It's our house, we can go in. Right?" Lisa spoke up. 

"Yeah. Let's go." Yoongi answered, opening the car door. They all stepped out, and headed inside. All of them were suprised to see the living room covered by a plastic tarp, and their parent's were gone. "Maybe the police took them for an autopsy or something." Lisa suggested. "They would've told us, right?" Yoongi questioned, looking between Nikko and Lisa. "I don't know. But I do know I don't want to be late for school." Lisa joked, heading upstairs to her old room. Hoseok followed Yoongi, while Nikko sat at the kitchen table, on his phone to pass the time it took them to get ready. 

"I have to change, Hoseok. Get out." Yoongi joked, spotting Hoseok standing in his doorway. "You act like I've never seen you naked before." Hoseok laughed, now leaning against the wall inside Yoongi's room. "So I'll stay in here if I want to." He added, making Yoongi blush. "I-it's my house, and my room, and my body, so I say get out." Yoongi crossed his arms smartly. He watched as Hoseok turned around, and closed the door. "And I'm older than you." He added. "I won't do anything. I'll just stand right here." Hoseok smirked. "No." Yoongi spoke firmly. "Please, kitten?" Hoseok pouted at him. 

"No. Get out. And quit calling me kitten." Yoongi now spoke with a slight tremble in his voice. "Fine. But you have to gimme a kiss first." Hoseok pouted, walking up to him. Yoongi huffed, accepted the fact he had to, and connected their lips. He went for just a peck, but Hoseok deepened their kiss, and pinned him against the wall by his waist. "Now will you go?" Yoongi smirked sassily, breaking apart their kiss. "I don't want to." Hoseok bit his lip as he dove for Yoongis' neck. 

"No, I'm not being late. Plus it still hurts from last night." Yoongi politely pushed him away as he felt him nibbling on his neck. "You won't be, kitten." Hoseok told him as he kissed him harshly. Yoongi wanted to ignore him for calling him kitten again, but he also didn't want to give in and let Hoseok see...

"No, get out." Yoongi repeated as he pushed Hoseok's hands away from unbuttoning his pants. "Why, kitten?" Hoseok questioned with innocence, unzipping Yoongis' jeans. "B-because I have to get changed." Yoongi breathed out nervously, trying to fix his pants. Hoseok grabbed Yoongi's wrists, and pinned them above his head. 

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He smirked, licking down his neck. Yoongi's heartrate sped up as Hoseok began pulling his pants off, and quickly attempted to free his wrists. Sadly, Hoseok was just that bit stronger, and pulled his jeans off of him. "N-no I-" He looked down to take his boxers off, but completely froze at the cuts. Hoseok stared in disbelief at the deep, red scars littered all over his boyfriends' thighs, and Yoongi gently hit his head off the wall. "How...how come I didn't see these last night?" Hoseok's voice instantly softened as tears wanted to fall. 

"Because it was after. And it doesn't matter when I did it. Go, and let me get changed by myself." Yoongi told him, annoyed. "Why? Do you have other sh*t to hide?" Hoseok questioned him, letting go of his wrists. "No." Yoongi spoke in a tiny voice, looking down. Hoseok left his room in silence and sadness, and waited with Nikko in their kitchen. Yoongi pushed away the desire to cry, and changed into a new set of clothes. Why couldn't he just listen? Why did he just have to stay? 

While Nikko drove the 3 to school, Lisa acknowledged the weird atmosphere between her brother and Hoseok. Weirdly, nothing was said the entire ride to the high school, and Yoongi only stared out the window at the gray sky. It would probably rain later. Nikko didn't even get the chance to stop the car fully before Yoongi opened the passenger door, and traveled into the school. Not before slamming the door, of course. Lisa sighed at her brothers' attitude, and got out to probably scold him. "Thanks, appa." Hoseok thanked him blindly, getting out with a sigh. Both of them froze, and Hoseok gasped slightly. "S-sorry." He quickly studdered, closing the door and running after Yoongi. 

"What the heck was that for?" Lisa asked her brother as they entered the school. "I didn't mean to slam the door." Yoongi spoke unapologetically. "I just called Nikko dad..." Hoseok told them as he stared at the glossy wooden floor. "Good job." Lisa laughed. "Peace!" She smiled back at them as she turned down her hall. "Now why'd you do that?" Yoongi laughed as they traveled through the halls. "I was on auto-pilot mode, and thinking about you. I wasn't thinking." Hoseok told him. "And now I'm sad." He added. 

"You'll be okay." Yoongi smiled at him. "Will you?" Hoseok asked him. Yoongi was taken back by his question, and looked back down to the floor. "Yep." Yoongi answered. He didn't know if he was telling the truth, or not. Hoseok looked around for any students, and kissed Yoongis' cheek. "I love you." He whispered, pulling him into a hug. "I love you too." Yoongi smiled, hugging him back. "Kitten." Hoseok whispered in his ear. "Quit it!" Yoongi whined, pushing himself away from Hoseok. "Okay okay, fine. Bye!" Hoseok laughed, turning to leave. 

"Kitten!" 

"Hoseok!" 

Yoongi sat alone in his classroom with his teacher, and got on his phone to play music through his earphones, considering they had about 20 minutes until the school even opened. His teacher was organizing her paper's with a million paper clips and binder clips, while changing things on the board. 

'History Project due next Friday'

What history project? As if. Yoongi would get it done by at most this Friday. No matter what project it was. He never had anything to do besides homework, so he always had anything and everything due when it was supposed to be. He scoffed as he played his music, and zoned out. 

He suddenly had the urge to write a song. About his feelings. Well, life in general. His teacher observed him as he shut off his phone, and frantically write things down. She watched as he snapped, gently tapped his desk, and mouthed words to a little beat. She had to admit, it sounded really catchy. "Whatcha doing there, Yoongi?" She questioned, generally interested. "What?" Yoongi looked up to his teacher like a lost puppy. "What are you doing?" She asked again. "Uh, nothing. Sorry if-" "It sounds like a beat to a song. Is a song stuck in your head?" She laughed, wanting to make conversation. 

"No, I'm making one. I'm writing a song, and trying to figure out a beat." Yoongi told her, looking back down at the two pieces of paper with notes and lines of words. "That sounds extremely stupid now that I say it out loud. F*ck thi- frick this crap." He added, correcting himself. "No it doesn't-" "Please don't lie to me. I hate liar's. Meaning I hate myself, but that's not the point. Look- I don't need a teacher-student relationship, so just, you do your thing, and I'll do mine." He interrupted her. 

There was a moment of silence, and Yoongi began writing more songs. "Well, I hope your parent's like it. I have a feeling you'd be a good song writer." His teacher smiled at him. Yoongi glared up at her, without raising his head completely. "My parent's are dead." He told her in a tone that made it seem he didn't care. "Oh...Oh my. Yoongi, I'm so sorry." She spoke sadly. "Don't be. The only thing they were interested in was how much alcohol was in Everclear, and if 6 bottles could last them the next hour. We never had a good bond, so I'm relieved I'm not scared to go home anymore." Yoongi told her, looking up completely at her with his arms crossed under him. 

His teacher was silent. Of course, there were always student's with unhealthy relationships with their parent's, so it wasn't a huge shock. It still made her sad though. 6 bottles an hour? "Our new guidance councillor is a fantastic listener." Was all she could say. If anything along the lines of 'I'm so sorry' came out of her mouth, she was going to start crying. 

"No. I have my best friend, and my sister. I don't need to talk to anyone." Yoongi spoke firmly. "May I ask where you go after school?" She asked. "My friends' house. It's none of your  business, really." Yoongi answered. "But I always receive your parent's signature's for field trips and things-" "It's called copy, paste, print. They were sober enough in 3rd grade once, and I got them to sign for a field trip. I cut it out, scanned it, then printed it out. That's how I got their signature for everything. I know it's illegal to force someone's signature." Yoongi explained.

"Actually, they started drinking again in 2nd grade. Not 3rd- my bad." He corrected himself. Another sad, long silence filled the room, and both of them got back to doing their own thing. "I can't believe Mr. Yang did that to a student. I hope that student is okay." His teacher spoke up after 8 minutes of silence. 

"I can. He did it to my best friend. Don't mention his name, or I just might punch the wall." Yoongi told her, continuing to write things down. "Oh my." Was all his teacher said. It hurt her to know this happened to kids and people. And to know some things that happened to Yoongi were things she hoped weren't the cause of his silence. 

2 minutes before school opened, Yoongi was finished with his lyrics, and he had the main beat nailed in his memory. He practically jumped out of his seat when Jungkook slammed his hands on his desk. "Do you want me to have a heart attack, b*tch?" Yoongi scoffed quietly, not really asking. "Yes, because I want you dead." Jungkook spoke deeply, staring into Yoongi's eyes. He grabbed Yoongis' arm tightly, pulled him up out of his chair, and dragged him into the hallway. "Get off, b*tch." His teacher heard Yoongi scoff under his breath. 

As soon as they were out of the sight of the classroom doorway, Jungkook was about to punch him when they bumped into someone. Jungkook tripped over his own feet, and fell onto the person. A familiar yelp was heard as Yoongi hit his head off the floor. "You f*cking b*tch- watch where you're going!" Jungkook shouted at the...boy underneath him. Familiar orange hair cleared through Yoongis' vision, and his head became dizzy. "Leave him the f*ck alone. You're here to fight me anyway."Yoongi scoffed, sitting up as his vision began clearing a bit. "P-pl-please, n-n-no-no." The persons' voice trembled as he began crying. 

Jimin.

"Nah, I don't want you anymore." Jungkook smirked, punching Yoongi away. Yoongi heard another yelp as Jungkook's fist plunged between Jimin's eyes. "Leave Jimin alone, Jungkook." He spoke with pure anger, getting back up to push Jungkook off the poor boy. Blood already dripped down Jimin's face onto his neck, and tears were already gushing. Yoongi shoved Jungkook off of Jimin as he punched his jaw. Jimin scrambled over to the side of the hall as he curled up into a ball. 

"Don't defend that useless slut!" Jungkook yelled, punching Yoongi in his mouth, busting his lip open. He kneed him in his dick as hard as he could, and choked him as he pushed him off. Yoongi yelped out in pain as Jungkook rolled on top of him. Jungkook's knuckle cracked as he punched Yoongis' chin upwards. His jaw slammed shut, causing him to bite his tongue and cheek at the same time. Blood slipped out between his lips from the sudden, forced movement of his jaw, and pain stung him like a knife. "Don't call him that!" Yoongi yelled at Jungkook, immediately spitting blood onto his face. 

Jungkook scoffed in disgust as he got off of Yoongi, and charged at Jimin. Jungkook slammed Jimins' head against a locker as hard as he could, and punching him in his leg. Jimin cried harder in pain, and tried to push Jungkook off. Yoongi grabbed Jungkook by his hair, and slammed him onto the ground. Jungkook cursed in pain, and Yoongi stood protectivelly in front of Jimin. 

They were too focused on each other to notice their teacher standing outside her door, witnessing the entire thing. 

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