IRL | JINKOOK ✅

chapter five

at lunch today, i was sitting with yoongi and namjoon as usual, but some kid with a black hoodie over his head looked like he was coming to our table to sit. but then he tripped and his lunch went everywhere, i just felt so bad.

i think he was that depressed kid everyone had been talking about lately. apparently his step brother told all of his friends that go to our school that the kid self harms. then it got out and now everyone in our school knows. i don't blame him for being depressed.

"i don't feel bad for that kid...he should take that damn hood off and watch where the fuck he's going!" i heard hoseok say from a distance. he was also a good friend of mine that i met in freshman year, but now he's turned into a rude stereotypical jock.

"yeah and maybe you should watch out for who the fuck you're talking about." i mumbled as if i was talking back to him. he was sitting at another table, but he was such a loudmouth that i could hear him yell from here.

"feisty, kook is getting feisty!!!" yoongi said with a chuckle. namjoon gasped.

"im sorry...it's just....they're so rude! i feel bad and want to stand up for him. i don't even know this kid's name!" i said to my two friends, picking up my hamburger and taking a bite.

yoongi gulped half of his chocolate milk carton before speaking. "i think it's seokjin or something."

"unique name. ive never heard of anyone with that name." i said.

"pick up your shit! you make a mess, you clean it up! little bastard!" hoseok yelled, which made the cafeteria grow silent as the attention was on his table now. his three friends chanyeol, tao and d.o started laughing in a taunting way.

the boy named seokjin stood up and wiped the crumbs and food off of his now dirty clothes and picked up his tray. he attempted to pick up all the food scraps scattered across the floor but instead got confronted by hoseok.

seokjin seemed to mutter something as hoseok grabbed his sweater collar and pulled him up from the ground. it sounded like he either said "ow" or "stop".

his friend chanyeol gasped and walked toward seokjin. "the bastard speaks!"

a wave of more taunting laughter came from their table.

"what wrong, huh? mommy and daddy are divorced?" hoseok said in a fake pity voice and he shoved seokjin to a nearby wall.

d.o budded in. "nonono, their dead for sure. i bet 100 bucks on it!"

"but maybe it's abuse....poor little boy, getting thrown around by his daddy?" tao said, getting up in seokjins face.

"this is so bad, oh my gosh." i whispered to yoongi and namjoon.

my eyes widened suddenly as they reached for seokjin's sleeve, and once they did, he started kicking and rejecting them from him.

"let's see the scars....maybe there's some fresh ones, hm?" hoseok teased as he yanked up the reluctant seokjin's sleeve.

from where i was sitting, i could already clearly count 7 scars. i didn't know it was this bad....i just feel so terrible about it! i want to do something so very badly.

"let him be, he'll just get more depressed and cut even more when he gets home!" said tao wth an evil like smirk on his face.

"perfect...!" hoseok chuckled, letting go of seokjin as the boy immediately dashed out of the cafeteria.

"i can believe him....i want to put him in a choke hold and make him suffocate!" namjoon muttered, glaring hard at hoseok's table.

"i know right..." me and yoongi said in sync.

i wanted to stand up for him, but i couldn't. i didn't want to end up like him either; depressed bait for hoseok' gang. it was really too bad, because the bullying level was just way too high. but there's nothing i can do to stop such horrible souls like hoseok, chanyeol, tao and d.o....