Jungkook’s POV

My breath shuddered as the intimidating brunette stared me down. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing, ignoring the silent judgement I was receiving from the driver’s seat. As I calmed, the car jolted to a sudden stop, making my chest ache and neck burn as my seatbelt dug into flesh. I opened my eyes to glare at him.

“Red light.” He explained coldly, a smirk flashing a split second before he composed himself. I groaned unintentionally, annoyance getting the best of me.

“If you have something to say,” I spat, “Then get it over with already.” My voice stayed firm, but quieted, “It’s not like I asked you to get involved.” I glanced at him for a reply and was met with a glare.

“I know that,” He grimaced, contemplating. His eyebrows stitched together, “I’m just debating whether these bruises are worth it or not.” I shot him a look of confusion, not quite understanding what he meant. He read my expression and grinned. Before I realized what was happening, the car was being parked on the side of the road.

“Um. . .” My voice trailed off in panic, “What are you doing?”

Yoongi’s POV

I held back laughter as his eyes widened in fear. My mouth almost opened to comfort him before I decided against it. Instead, I thought back to the pain I just suffered. . . a little tease wouldn’t hurt. I let silence fill the car, adding onto his panic. Keeping my face unreadable and still, I watched him from the corner of my eye. I felt a twinge of guilt, however, as he tried to unnoticably slide closer to his door. I sighed as I locked it.

“Okay,” I said, holding my hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll stop.” His attention snapped to me.

“S-stop?” He stammered, “Stop what?” I noticed his hands come together nervously.

“Scaring you.” I grinned. He got quiet for a moment, processing my words. I laughed silently as his eyebrows furrowed in realization.

“You did that on purpose!” he shouted. His eyes squinting further in anger.

“Well, duh.” I replied evenly, raising an eyebrow at his furious state. “Calm down.” I commanded firmly, meeting his eyes as he spoke.

"Why should I?” He asked, the ice in his tone rubbing me the wrong way.

"Because,” I growled, “Your bothering me.” Fear momentarily filled his eyes before fading to annoyance.

“Well, sorry,” he replied sarcastically, opening his mouth to say something else.

“Apology accepted.” I cut him off. He shook his head but remained quiet. “Are we done here?” I asked impatiently.

“Where?”

“In this argument."

“Oh,” he paused, “Sure. . . I guess.” He muttered. I smiled.

“Good.”

Jungkook’s POV

I returned the expression before I could convince myself otherwise. Mentally kicking myself for the kindness. I forced my grin into a scowl, earning a laugh from the stranger. Ugh.

"What’s your name?” I questioned, annoyed at his cryptic appearance.

“None of your business.” He snapped back.

“Great name,” I rolled my eyes, “Why are we parked?”

“I just wanted to talk.”

“About what?” I asked icily.

"How old are you?"

". . .13." He frowned.

"How old are you?" I smirked.

“17. Who was he?” My body stiffened as I tried to think of a reply.

“None of your business?” I deadpanned, angry at myself that it came out as a question. I cleared my throat and tried again. “None of your business.” I said with force. I watched nervously as the brunette angered.

“Fine.” He spat, letting me release the breath I was holding. He needed to stop. “Was it your fault?” He questioned yet again. Come on.

“No. No, It wasn't my fault." I sighed angrily. I faced him, seeing pity in his stare. "Leave me alone. . .” I groaned. Our eyes met and I glared at him, warning him to back off.

“Suit yourself.” He sighed as he turned up the radio. I closed my eyes as Chestor Bennington screamed at me through the speaker.

Yoongi’s POV

“Is this it?” I asked, cautiously pulling into an unfamiliar driveway.

“Yeah.” He replied quietly, avoiding my gaze. I frowned as I unlocked the door.

“Don’t do anything stupid, kid.” I said quietly.

“Whatever.” He muttered, pausing. He briefly faced my direction, his expression softening. “Thank you.” He added a respectful bow before closing the door, shocking me with his sudden politeness. Guilt quickly washed over me.

“No problem.” I muttered to myself as he limped away.

Jungkook POV

“Woah, Kook. . . What happened?” Tae held back laughter as he studied my wounds from his doorway.

“It's not funny and I don’t want to talk about it.” I snapped, staggering towards him in annoyance.

“Um. . .What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, raising his voice. He blocked the entrance with his body. I stared in disbelief. Betrayal making my head spin.

“Coming inside?” I asked, my voice cracking. His behavior scared me as I looked behind him to the house I considered home.

 “Not like that, Kookie.” He warned slowly, my attention turning back to him. “You’ll get blood everywhere.” I let his words sink in, my heart dropping instantly. The pain of his words stung worse than any injury my father could give. I began to whimper shamelessly.

“But, what-“

“Figure it out.” He said coldly, leaving me crying on his doorstep.

Yoongi (Third Person POV)

 “Yoongi!” Mina’s hand flew to her mouth, dropping her clipboard.

 “It’s okay,” He panted steadily as she rushed him into an empty office square. “It’s not. . . as bad. . . as it looks.” His voice shook, unconvincing to them both. His breathing felt heavy as she helped him onto a firm bed. The crisp paper was uncomfortable beneath him.

“Yoongi?” She asked, worrying as his eyes tried to focus. He looked up at her and smiled weakly as his vision filled with spots.

 The last thing he heard was his name being shouted before his head met the unforgiving floor.

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