Taehyung stayed bent over Jimin's trembling frame, wiping blood out of Jimin's face, but with no use. His own blood dripped down, mixing into the red painting Jimin in brutal colors. The blonde was sobbing uncontrollably, apologizing over and over to his best friend. This was all his fault. If only he had been stronger, if only he didn't have to use the bathroom, then none of this would've happened.

But the 'what ifs' were useless now, what was done, was done and now Taehyung had to deal with the aftermath.

He pulled Jimin away from the fight that was slowly favoring their side, Jungkook and the guys getting the upper hand.

"J-Jimin, Jiminie, you have to stay awake, p-please, god, I'm so s-sorry," Taehyung sobbed as he stroked Jimin's cheeks with trembling hands. The blonde wouldn't stop shaking. Jimin released another pained groan.

"I-I'm okay," he pressed out but the pained face he made was proving his words lies.

"I-I have to get h-help, g-get you to the Infirmary, y-you're bleeding–!"

"I'll heal... are you alright? Did they hurt you?" Jimin asked, trying his best to stay awake and stay in conversation. Talking with Taehyung helped, definitely kept him awake and he tried desperately to blend out the fighting noises in the background.

Just like right now, Seokjin had Beomseok pinned down and with one single, skilled punch, broke the guy's nose. Blood splattered and Beomseok howled. In the back, the other footballers got the upper hand as well and pressed the other three into the ground. The defeated party still fought, everyone except Beomseok who was crying underneath Seokjin, trying to reach out to clasp onto his nose but to no avail: Seokjin had him completely immobilized.

"You fucking bastard, Beomseok. That's for touching my boyfriend. The rest is for Taehyung. If you ever dare put your filthy hands on Jimin or Taehyung, I'll break the rest of your fucking limbs," Seokjin warned with a threatening snarl, his words filled with pure rage.

He was already swinging his fist for a second time when the screeching voice of a female teacher caused him to halt and turn his head.

"Stop! What is going on here? Seokjin, get off Beomseok! Jungkook, Yugyeom, Jaehyun! What is the meaning of this?!" She demanded to know as she approached them with fast steps. Seokjin quickly let go of Beomseok who curled into himself and clutched his nose, crying loudly. The other three were in no better state as they were released by the footballers. Jungkook quickly came to stand next to his best friend who was still huffing angrily.

"Beomseok and his fucking friends assaulted Taehyung and beat up Jimin. We gave back the favor," Jungkook spat through grit teeth as the teacher stopped in her tracks, her eyes darted to the kneeling blonde and his friend.

"P-please, we have to take J-Jimin to the infirmary! He's hurt," Taehyung pleaded with red, puffy eyes, tears mixing into the blood. His sweater was ripped on the left side, hair disheveled and there were bruises forming on his neck and cheek. Jimin looked no better, his one eyes was already starting to swell shut, he was bleeding from several cuts, one deep gash on his lip and he was holding his painfully throbbing side.

The teacher was clearly overwhelmed with the brutal scene and the fight she had just broken off, rubbing over her temples.

"I'll call the infirmary," she groaned before she turned to glare at the footballers. "But you, young men owe me an explanation."

°°°

"Make sure to keep them separated. I don't want another fight to break out." The female teacher instructed the school nurse who was very surprised and overwhelmed with the sudden business of multiple injured students. The group had caused quite a commotion, all of them with at least one bruise or injury, what a spectacle for nosy teenagers who had seen them walk to the school infirmary.

Taehyung had only reluctantly released Jimin; the boy had insisted on helping his best friend up but had been so shaky on his own legs that he nearly fell himself. Seokjin had rushed to his aid and gently taken Jimin out of Taehyung's protective hold while Jungkook rushed to his boyfriend's side.

The blonde had immediately curled into his boyfriend and started to heave out heartbreaking sobs, clutching onto Jungkook's dark sweater. A hand had pressed Taehyung's head into Jungkook's chest as he cooed assuring words at the trembling boy who was slipping into a panic attack.

"Tae, Baby, Baby, I need you to stay with me, okay? Jimin's fine, you can accompany him, nothing's going to happen to him," Jungkook had reassured Taehyung who curled his fists into the sweater, as if he wanted to disappear in Jungkook.

"And I'm okay too, we're all fine," Jungkook had whispered. After that, Taehyung's trembling had finally ceased enough for the football captain to pick Taehyung up, making the boy wrap his arms and legs properly around him.

The two groups strictly stayed separated from each other through the teacher, scolding them loudly. Seokjin and Jungkook carried their boyfriends towards the infirmary and reluctantly put them into the head nurse's care who had called for the other nurse on break.

"Stay still," the nurse currently tending to Jungkook's bruised cheek commanded harshly and yanked his head back into the previous position from which he had tried to escape. She dapped the disinfectant with a soft cotton ball over the bruise and Jungkook bit his tongue to suppress his hiss of pain.

He had only sat down when he was sure Taehyung was in his sight, eyes never leaving his boyfriend who had disappeared into his head, staring blindly ahead as he was treated by the head nurse. She had finished treating Jimin, the most acute case. Seokjin hadn't left Jimin's side, now having his boyfriend curled around him. Luckily, Seokjin was barely injured but his eyes still spoke murder as he glared at Beomseok and his whining and complaining friends. Another male teacher had joined the big group and stood watch. The tension was still so thick, one could cut the air with a knife.

"You'll pay for this, Jeon," Beomseok grunted.

Yugyeom and Jaehyun spat insults at the infuriating other while Jungkook openly sneered at Beomseok.

"For punching you in the face? You deserve it, asshole. That's what you get when you assault my boyfriend."

"That's enough, Mr. Jeon," the male teacher said harshly, throwing a warning glare into Jungkook's direction. The football captain huffed and averted his eyes, back to his Sweetheart. The head nurse was gentle with the unresponsive, clearly traumatized boy, asking him careful questions that were answered with little shakes and nods of his head.

Jungkook was finally released as the nurse simply pressed a cold pack into his hand for his bruise and he got up quickly to walk over to Taehyung.

"Taehyung, can you tell me who was the one who touched you?" The nurse was just about to ask Taehyung carefully, her eyes warm and pitying. The blonde was still in distress, flinching away from any touch, especially worrisome when she had treated his nose and checked him for other bruises in a secluded area.

The recliner Taehyung was currently sitting on was separated by a curtain from Beomseok and his group so Taehyung wouldn't have to see them, something Jungkook in a clear state of mind had insisted on.

"Can't you see he's in no position to respond? Let him breathe for a second, he was just assaulted," Jungkook jumped in protectively, fingertips stroking over Taehyung's hand. The blonde tensed, eyes closing for the split of a second before he visibly relaxed, recognizing the familiar, comforting touch.

Having permission to touch his boyfriend, Jungkook carefully sat down to Taehyung's side and pulled the boy close. Taehyung's eyes now fluttered completely shut as he curled in on his boyfriend, sniffling quietly.

"I'm sorry you're in distress, Taehyung but I have to ask these questions. We have to understand what happened to know how to react. I want to help you feel better, dear," the nurse said kindly but Jungkook's protectiveness once again flared up.

"Leave him alone, he already went through so much–"

"Mr. Jeon, please, your aggression is not helping, I understand you're worried for your boyfriend, but–"

"Beomseok," Taehyung suddenly whispered the name with a shudder, voice barely heard, "Beomseok hurt me. H-he slapped me a-and he tried t-to have... s-sex with me."

"I'm going to kill him," Jungkook seethed with barely held back rage as he saw red once again. Taehyung whimpered, pressing himself against the blue-haired.

"D-don't leave m-me. I'm s-so scared," Taehyung whimpered, new tears forming in his eyes. "I-I still f-feel h-his hands," he choked on a sudden sob, hiding his face in Jungkook's chest. The nurse released a noise of pity. What a horrible thing to experience.

"He was assaulted before; can't you fucking see that it's not acting? So stop asking him uncomfortable questions" Jungkook hissed at the nurse who got up to her feet.

"I'm just doing my job. I'll take my leave," she said, having gotten the needed information for the next steps necessary.

What a coincidence, that this specific corridor had CCTV cameras installed, the head nurse thought to herself. She would ask the school's secretary to get the evidence. The headmaster had already been informed.

Another teacher entered the school infirmary, looking at the group of students with hard eyes.

"The headmaster wants to see you. All of you."

~

My poor baby tete

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