Yoongi's Point Of View

I can't believe my best friend has been bullying my soulmate for four years, is he insane? Ooh I'm gonna hurt him, regardless of our friendship, he hurt my other half. Repetitively. And drove my him to being depressed and suicidal. This must end, now! I angrily thought, waiting for Hoseok to walk to us.
After a few minutes, he showed up; his face worried why I would need to talk so urgently. "Hey Yoongi, what did you.." he cut himself off, noticing Jimin holding Yoonie.
"What is the queer kid doing here?" Hoseok spat, disgust written on his face. "Oh that's it!" I screamed, uppercutting Hoseok. "Ow! Hey Yoongi what's wrong? Why are you hitting me for?" Hoseok spoke, his pride and jaw bruising. "What's wrong? Why am I hitting you? Jung Hoseok! You idiot! For the past four years, yes four years I know how long you've been doing this. You've been hurting Jimin so badly emotionally that he's barely stayed alive. You and I both know how bad it is to feel that way, don't we? To feel hated for something we can't control. To feel immense fear and have everything resurface, just by the mention of their name. Remember? All of the days we spent crying in my room, comforting each other? All of the tears we wept, the names we cursed for making us feel that way? That is exactly what you're doing, Hoseok. You're making him feel exactly how we did, just days ago. And you have for the past four years, Jung Hoseok. You've became everything you and I despised. Honestly Hoseok, I'm disgusted in how you've been treating him. My best friend would've never done such a thing. My best friend would've never became this, this monster!" I exclaimed, getting my point clearly across.
"Haha, you're standing up for the queer? How pathetic. You're supposed to be the school's bad boy, and you're standing up for this? It's just a stupid, queer foster kid. Oh wait, your soulmate is a guy, that makes you queer to! Oh the school is going to love this! Our toughest boy, a queer! A gay! This is perfect, I'm gonna get a front row seat to you two being destroyed. And I won't even have to lift a finger. Priceless!" Hoseok laughed mockingly.
I looked to Jimin, "Jimin, we are at a diner do you want something to eat? Something to drink?" I inquired, hoping he would get the memo to leave Hoseok and I alone outside. "Yea, I am getting pretty hungry now, it's about the time dad and I have dinner." Jimin spoke, thankfully catching my drift. He walked into the diner and ordered pizza.
"Now that we are alone, let's go away from the glass. The things I'm gonna do to you shouldn't be seen by Jimin. He would hate me. He actually asked me not to get physical, but you and I were friends. At one point." I growled and rolled up my sleeves. "Woah woah now cowboy, hold your horses. A few words to a kid isn't enough to dissipate our friendship right?" Hoseok spoke, getting scared. "A few words, Jung? A few?! You brought him lower than we were, this isn't friendship anymore. This is you making an enemy. Watch your back, Hoseok. You're lucky I can't  do anything to you, Jiminie is waiting for me in the diner. I don't want to leave him alone for too long, he may get bullied." I spat, turning on my heel.
    I made my way back to the front door of the diner and walked in. Looking around, I couldn't see Jimin. He has bright pink hair how can I not see him?! I thought frantically. I walked farther into the diner and finally saw the bright pink hair of my soulmate. Oh thank god he's alright I realized. Before walking to Jimin I checked my hands for any sign of blood on my hands again and rolled my sleeves back down. "If he bothers you again I'll beat him blue. I swear I will." I fumed, sitting down across from him and his bear Yoonie.
      "Yoongi, I asked you not to get physical. Fights don't solve anything, they usually just make matters worse." Jimin spoke quietly so no one else would hear him. "Sometimes fights solve and stop problems. I'm hoping this one will end your torment, Jimin." I replied.

         Jimin's Point Of View
"Jimin, I am so so sorry for not stopping him sooner. I tried to keep Hoseok out of trouble, but it seems I only put him in more. I'm sorry for letting him hurt you. I'm sorry for everything he's done. He might not be sorry, but I am. He brought you down lower than we ever fell, and he became exactly what we hated. He became a monster, our nightmare. I'm so sorry!" Yoongi sobbed, tears streaming down his usually stony face.
      He's crying? He's actually apologizing for things, he didn't do? For something he couldn't have controlled? "Yoongi, you didn't do anything wrong. It was all Hoseok. What he did was unforgivable, but Yoongi you didn't do what he did. It is okay, I will be okay. Hopefully." I muttered the last word. I moved to sit beside him, grabbed a napkin and wiped his tears. "I'm okay Yoongi, please stop crying. It's hurting my chest seeing you cry this hard." I whispered to him as I fixed him up. He still continued to weep, but he grabbed me and held me close to him.
   "I'm so sorry!" He whispered brokenly. I rubbed his back, hoping to calm him down. After a few minutes he finally calmed down. "Do you want me to order you something to eat or drink? You haven't had anything since cotton candy an hour or two ago, you have to be hungry by now!" I exclaimed, hoping to bring the mood back up. "Please? A coffee sounds great right about now." Yoongi sniffled. "Alright, I'll go order you a coffee and a muffin, I'll be back in a bit." I spoke, going towards the worker behind the counter and then ordered. After a few minutes the order came out and I took it back to Yoongi.
      "Here's coffee and a muffin!" I exclaimed, almost falling but catching myself before I spilled the scalding coffee. I quickly sit the snack and drink down before having a second chance at destroying them. "You were serious about the muffin? Thanks Jiminie!" Yoongi smiled and began eating his muffin.
        "Yoongi, you're my soulmate. But that doesn't mean you need to fight my battles. I appreciate that you've stopped him, I really do. But just know I'm not some "damsel in distress," I can take care of myself. The only reason I allowed Hoseok to keep his torment was because I knew he had something worse going on at home. I was letting him use me as an outlet, even though it was hurting me immensely. I just didn't care, until about a year and a half ago, the words started leaving daggers. But even though it hurt, I didn't want to stop him. What if he killed himself because he had no outlet? What if he killed someone else? I wouldn't have been able to live with either if I knew I could still be his outlet. I'll be okay, Yoongi." I promised and threw away my trash.

      Yoongi's Point Of View
     Dang,I just got told off. He's right though, he's in control of his life. He doesn't need help fighting external battles. But what about internal? Hold on, I just met Jimin a small while ago, why am I already so protective? Why am I so attached? Emotional attachment only ends in hurt and pain. I do not care about Park Jimin. I dont care about how small he looks next to the bear I won him. I don't care if he does get close to...Junglebook? I don't even know the boy's name. He can help himself, he's perfectly capable. I. Don't. Care. About. Him.