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Jin was not aware of the damp hair which glued to his forehead. He did not know if it was because of the cold sweats or single rain drops fell from the outskirts of the roof behind his school. All he was sure right now is, he scared.
Jin was cornering by five boys from his senior class. Two of them were guys from his neighbourhood, boys who envy him because Jin is that new kid in the block who has much handsome on his face than you, achieved a lot of attention from your girl crushes, and to make it worse, he can cook for the class competition, beated all his senior's classes with those delicious dishes of him last two months on the School Anniversary's Day.
How could he is not everybody's lover type.
It is the main reason why everybody hates Jin, or let say, it is this gang of men who felt defeated by him. Jin was living his life as normally as he could but looked like someone still feels irritated with that.
Its all Yoongi's fault... A random thought came crossing Jin's brain.
Jin remembered it all now. That chicken pow-pow boy named Yoongi who putted him in this condition. Yes, he was the one who tried to pull a fight with this group of angry bears and he was lucky Jin saw this from afar. Jin ran toward them and success to stop one of the boy who tried to punch Yoongi. And Jin was intended to cool them down, but the Yoongi chicken pow-pow boy just shrugged his damn shoulders and walked away like a holy angel he was.
He was leaving Jin with them, alone, and acted like it was already written in Jin's life paths to fight them.
That boy was going to be a dead ass, Jin fisted his hand at that thought. Yes, only if Jin could be still alive out here.
One of them clapped his hand, "Oh, he made a fist. Look like he is going to punch us one by one." A mock voice waking him up from his 'stabbing Yoongi' thought.
Some scary laughed were out from the boys in front of him, "lets see if he can make it after the second punch." One of them continued.
Jin's back was glued to the wall behind him, eyes weren't dare to leave the men and all senses in him were screaming, calling for a help.
The back of the school was empty, there was rarely people wanted to spend time here because the cafeteria was all interesting than this abandoned looked backyard.
The men started walking toward Jin in a second. The two man who Jin recognized from his neighbourhood were holding his arms, too tight until Jin grimaced when he tried to move them free.
"Hyung, wait..." the cracked voice was out from Jin. He was the victim here, he knew nothing about the previous problem they got with the chicken boy.
The boy was grabbing the collar of Jin's uniform, "what? You want to say your last wish, pretty boy?"
Jin gulped at that, he hate the nickname, especially when it was out from pervert looking senior.
"What is my fault?" Jin yelled.
They were all laughing, "you should not even try to save someone when you could not even fight for your own life."
And then Jin could feel his stomach pained, so hurt until he wanted to vomit. He did, but it was the red thing which ran down from the corner of his mouth, stained his white uniform.
Jin coughed, "...hyung."
Another hit, and another hit and now, Jin was not sure what was happened because he could not hear the laughs and the sound of skin hit stomach was missed too.
Jin could feel calm and tenderly feeling blanked him.
It was all peace before he felt a really sting pain on his stomach, again, pulled him from his dreamland and he could not take It anymore, so Jin yelped and jolt, opened both his eyes to meet the single smirk of the the boy.
"What are you... doing?" Jin choked by the pain as he tried to speak. His hand tried to find a clothe to grip on.
"I just want to look at the wound, but oh You awake--"
Jin grabbed the boy's neck in a second, choked him because he deserved more pain than Jin himself, but Jin stopped in the middle of what he did and groaned in pain when the boy pushed his wounded stomach down.
"Calm the fuck down can you?" The chicken pow pow boy slapped both Jin's weak arms from his neck and pushed Jin's shoulder down, back to the bed, but this time to Jin's surprise, he was all slow and soft.
Jin, still in grimace expression, looked up at him, his mouth was going to form some scold sentences, but failed to do it, so he was just staring at him.
Yoongi was looking back at Jin. His eyes then moved to everything around Jin's face instead of the eyes part then whispered, "what? Thinking about killing me in your head?"
"I could do better than that."
The chicken pow pow snickered, "ah, I wish so. At least you could do that to safe your own life."
Jin stopped his mouth to speak again, and looked away. Yoongi raised his brows at that before smiling like he understood everything,
"Are you... trying to become a goddamn hero for me, huh?"
And that was it, Jin had lose his patient long time ago when his eyes met this boy at the first time when he entered this school. Jin was introducing his name and this chicken boy was laughing, he was fucking laughing because of Jin's full name, and that was when Jin sure he never be lucky with him. The teacher made him to sit together and being called as classmate whenever someone asked who was Jin to Yoongi had irritated Jin more than all of the previous points.
And now Jin was sure he was blinded by the emotion when he pulled the boy in front of him by the collar, pulled him hard and tackled him until he was under him and Jin was sitting on his stomach.
Yoongi's hair was a black mess, his small eyes were opened wide, if that could be possible, his red small mouth hanging open. Yoongi could feel the beat of his own heart all over the body.
Jin was the opposite of him. His eyes were all steady and firm, roaming inside the dark spark of the boy's eyes, his teeth gritted to hold him in patient from doing something he did not know what was it.
What did Jin want to do? Choked him? Slapped him? Punched him? Jin was not sure but he wanted to hurt him more than that.
"If you had asked me to stay, I would've." Yoongi whispered.
It came without a warn and it silent something inside Jin's head. Yoongi looked calmly up at Jin, who had red ears of surprised.
What?
Jin was not sure if his ears were function right. But all he knew was something soothing his anger and he could feel if his hands around the boy's neck became loosen and loosen.
Jin moved his hands to the space on the side of Yoongi's head. He looked right at him, still wondering.
"What do you...mean?"
"Hyung... I have said it to you, I could do this, but you were the one who pushed me to the side and said you could handle them by yourself. You were the one who shooed me."
Jin clicked his tongue, "But why did you pick a fight at them?"
Yoongi looked away from Jin, looked to the window far on the right side of the bed. Then he pushed Jin off from his stomach, and he got up and sat on the bed. Jin on this side was look pained again, held his stomach with a bit shaking hands.
Yoongi jumped from the bed and walked toward the window before turned around again toward Jin and screamed, "its all because of you!'
"What...why you keep blaming me with all of this!"
Yoongi tugged at his messy hair, "You... I can't stand it when they mocked you, called you pretty boy like you are their toy!"
Jin smirked but then stopped to touch his face, "...am I not pretty?"
"You... damn... " Yoongi took a deep breath and tried to continued his words but none was out.
Yoongi wanted Jin to know if he was prettier now when he acted silly until he can't stop thinking to punch him instead so Jin will turn ugly and Jin will stop haunting his head every time.
But Yoongi was all silent looking back at Jin who looked to His side in embarrassment.
Jin surprised at yoongi's reaction, it supposed to be a dry joke, really.
Yoongi let his fingers ran along his wild messy black hair that he knew he need to cut soon, tugged at them, again and again, as he raised his voice again,
"You... you are not their toy!"
Jin looked around and raised his arms, "Stop it, you make it sounded like I'm their toy now." It started to annoy Jin.
"I won't let it!"
"Just shut up!" Jin raised his hands, again.
Yoongi put his hands on his waist, "You can't control me!"
"You both shut up!" There was a voice came from the back of the curtain that divided Jin's bed with others.
And they earned twice hits on the back of their head. It was the Nurse and she was so mad.
"If you are fine now, go out from this pharmacy. There are a lot of people who sick and I need to take care of. Get out!"
They were pushed to the outside of the pharmacy.
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The main corridor was already empty now, or at least it was what Yoongi thought as both of his hands were on Jin's waist holding him still as Jin stumbled walk on his side, one hand hung down around Yoongi's neck.
But soon the sounds of few people's steps caught their attention, Yoongi surprised and pushed Jin away a bit from him, but before any damage happened, Yoongi could pull Jin back to his body. Instead of a thanks, all Yoongi got were a death glare and 'you piece of shit, you know that, Yoongi.' Scold.
A group of boys from their junior class, who were Jin's juniors actually, came toward them with their concern and shock expression. They pulled Jin to a big group hug before made him to stand firm in his position as They inspected the wound under the eyes, on his collar bone, and on,
Jin cut them up, slapped the hand that trying to touch the wound under his eyes, "What the fuck... hey get off of me, you shit, go away!" Jin hit them one by one on their head as he moved and tried to release his body from them.
Yoongi was standing behind them, his cheeks were pink because of things he did not understand. The crunch feeling inside his stomach drove him crazy to the point he wanted to pull jin away from those stupid attention seekers and bring him home alone.
The way jin hit them all gave a satisfying sense to yoongi until jin called him.
"You better to bring me home." Jin looked at him from his shoulder, the boy still trying to walk alone.
With a pleasure, yoongi thought.
"Of course," he said.
Then they continued to walk as what yoongi imagined as a dream comes true, because now he could hold jin in his arm, and nobody complaining about that.