My Bully (Yoonmin)

Chapter Sixteen

Jimin's POV

I felt my stomach tie in knots as I looked over to see him drawing. It looked almost exactly like me. Me of all people. He even drew part of the shirt I was wearing.

The class ended. Yoongi immediately crumpled up the piece of paper I can only assume was his drawing and stormed out of the class dropping it in the trash on his way out. I stayed back a bit waiting for most everyone to leave the class. I walked over to the trash and reached in, grabbing a small crumpled up piece of paper. I pocket it and walk to my next class. Once I'm safely seated in my desk, I pull the paper out of my pocket and uncrumple it. Sure enough, the drawing was a spitting image of me. I feel my face heat up and my stomach fill with butterflies. I fold it as neatly as I can, and stick it in my backpack. Does Yoongi not hate me?

"So...what is Yoongi's deal?" I look at my friends sitting around me during lunch. They look at me a bit confused as to why I cared. Namjoon is the first to talk.

"Well, Hobi and I used to be friends with him. Something in him snapped one day. He went from smart, shy, and insightful, to angry, rebellious, and a giant asshole." He looks towards Hobi who takes over.

"Yeah. One day we got into a huge fight with him and from then out, he wouldn't talk to us. He has become a pretty big bully here. A lot of the teachers are even too afraid to stand up to him. No one ever stands up to him, so he just continues to do it. I heard that the last kid who stood up to him, was found nearly dead behind the school. That might just be a rumor though." I looked at them curiously.

"What caused him to snap?" They both shook their heads. Namjoon spoke.

"No clue. One day he didn't show up to school for a few days and when he was back he was really sensitive and easily agitated. When he asked what was wrong he just got angry and stormed off. After a while we just stopped pestering him about it. It's like his heart just became stone cold one day." The two looked saddened by the topic of their old friend. I looked at my backpack thinking about the drawing. He can't be completely stone cold right? I nod.

"Yeah. Well, Yoongi and I got detention during class today for talking. So that's what I have to deal with after school." A sympathetic sigh breaks out across the table. Joon speaks.

"That sucks Chim. Usually teachers aren't so strict. Only kids who really misbehave get sent to detention. He must have had it in for you guys."