𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 | PJM. JJK✔

chapter 17

"W-what do you mean?" Jin asked, fumbling with his fingers.

Jimin took a deep breath and decided that simply elling the boy the truth was their best option. He didn't want the kid to get bombarded by their principle out of nowhere, so it was better if he could get some time to prepare himself.

"We saw you and mister Namjoon," Jimin stated, looking Jin up and down. "We filmed it, and we're going to the principle to make sure that son of a bitch goes to jail for a long time."

Jungkook joined Jimin with a curt nod, throwing his arm around Jimin's shoulder. "Yeah, and don't worry. I'm sure your parents can get you some good counseling since you're basically traumatized now."

With every word Jungkook and Jimin spoke, Jin seemed to pale another shade closer to white.

"You can see this as us making up for how we treated you before," Jimin added. "We really are sorry about everything and we wanna put it behind us. We have bettered ourselves, you see?"

Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other and smiled proudly, but when they looked at Jin, they could see the boy's eyes twitch.

He was glaring at the two students, intense hate burning in his eyes.

He balled his fists, his nails digging into the palms of his hand. "Put it... behind you?" He asked through gritted teeth, his arms shaking as his muscles flexed.

Jungkook and Jimin gulped simultaneously.

"W-well, yeah," Jungkook muttered. "I mean, we're not bullying anyone anymore. And we wanna make things ri-"

"A broken nose," Jin said with a trembling voice, peering through the raven bangs that fell before his eyes. "Two broken ribs, three teeth punched out of my mouth, the same wrist broken twice, my bike set on fire twice, my lunch stolen every day for the last three years, no friends, complete isolation, countless therapy sessions, forced into mutism..."

Jungkook and Jimin slowly let go of each other's hands.

"And you..." Jin said, a small, twisted smile beginning to edge up his lips. "Want to put it behind you?"

"A-Alright, listen," Jungkook said, daringly stepping forward. "This won't be enough to make up for everything but it can be a start, right?"

Jin latched onto the collar of Jungkook's shirt, and bulldozed the student backward against the wall in a way he had never even dared think of doing before.

Jungkook wheezed as the air was knocked out of his lungs and the back of his head hit the tiled wall, but he waved his hand at Jimin to stand down when the boy already balled his fists into his fighter stance.

"Jeon Jungkook," Jin said a guttural tone. "The boring, pathetic boy who's perfectly happy being his boyfriend's little punchingbag. Doesn't it ever get tiring? Having to follow him everywhere just because he has your balls clutched in his hands."

"I'm going to bash his brains in on the sink Jungkook."

"No," Jungkook said, glancing at Jimin with a stern look. "I deserve this... we deserve this."

"I'm only going to say this once," Jin said, pressing Jungkook harder against the wall. "If you two tell the principle about mister Namjoon and I, or show him the video, I will bring my father's gun to school and shoot myself in the head in front of everyone."

Jungkook's eyes fluttered. "Jin..."

"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" Jimin roared, easily dragging Jin away from Jungkook by his sweater.