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"hobi~~~!" hoseok winced at the voice in his ear, trying to push the over enthusiastic boy away from him so he can at least stop pressing into his bruises.
"no, for the final time yug. you know i don't do parties well!" he hissed out, turning his head so he wouldn't see the tall boys pout.
he had been trying to convince hoseok for the last ten minutes to attend a party with him, but it wasn't just any party. it was 'bts's party, probably the most popular and most feared group in the school. it consisted of six boys, one of which already graduated, but no teacher dared to tell him to leave or stop coming. granted, he only was around during their lunch or one of the members breaks.
he had made sure to avoid them, and it seemed to work because not one seemed to know he existed. but maybe it was because everyone didn't really pay attention to the small, timid shy boy. he spent so much time hiding in the shadows you would think he was trying to merge into one.
"pleasee! you need to get out of that damned house from time to time! i'll be there too i just dont want to show up alone!" he continued his begging, and the librarian had now resorted to glaring at the pair, hoseok flushing and lifting the book he was trying to read to cover his face.
"jesus, fine. just- please stop and let me study!" hobi groaned out, shrinking down in his seat at the loud cheer his obnoxious friend let out.
"and please shut up before-!"
"excuse me boys, but i'm going to have to ask you to leave." a firm voice stated, and hoseok dropped his book to only see the librarian staring down at him.
"fine! we were just about to get lunch anyway, old hag!" yugyeom stated, and hoseok could only stare horrified as his friend grabbed his hand and began dragging him from the room.
it wasn't the first time yugyeom mouthed off, he was undeniably sassy and no school teacher or person of authority could ever put him in his place, but it was the first time he dragged hobi into it, and the boy made a mental note to apologize after seeing how red her face was. but before she could argue, they already turned the corner and were on their way to the canteen.
"please never do that again" hobi could only mutter, while yugyeom let out a chuckle.
"live a little, my seokie baby!" he cooed loudly, and hoseok blushed while ripping his arm from his hold and storming ahead, ignoring how his friend resorted to laughing loudly now.
before they knew it, they both arrived to the cafeteria, and yugyeom dragged his friend once again towards a large table that was open, plopping him in a seat.
"alright, im going to go get some food, do you want anything!" he exclaimed happily, but his eyes held such a dangerous look it made him shiver.
he always demanded the boy to eat, and if hoseok even thought of saying no, well, the boy could only grimace at what would happen.
"um, maybe a apple?" he stated unsure, but he guessed his friend was satisfied with the answer as he nodded before running off to fetch their food.
it hadn't been maybe more than 2 minutes before someone spoke up, making him jump and look towards the source.
"yah, get lost kid,this is our table" a deep voice boomed, sending chills down his spine.
he instantly scrambled up, ready to run before another voice spoke up; yugyeom, and he knew it would only go downhill.
"excuse you, who are you to be kicking us from this table?" his best friend spoke with a calm voice, but it held a malicious tone behind it. hoseok could only look between the two with doe eyes.
"please, you should know who we are." the blonde haired boy spoke again, smirking with a cocky tone.
it took him a few seconds, but after scanning their faces his heart dropped. standing in front of them were the boys of got7. also known as the bts boys best friends, and hoseok knew where ever got7 were, bts weren't far behind. he felt his face pale and blood run cold at the thought of seeing the group face to face, and moved to grip yugyeom's sleeve, tugging it. he though his friend would get the message, but it seemed to only spur him on.
"oh yeah, you're bts's bitches, right!" yugyeom smirked, sounding just as cocky as jackson, the one identified to have confronted and speak to them first.
hoseok tugged harder "excuse me?" yeah, they were royally fucked.
yugyeom stared them down defiantly, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'you heard me, bitch'
hoseok tugged again, more weakly before letting out a tiny 'yug, please' before he looked down at the shaking boy. "this doesn't mean you won" he spoke, no, hissed out, before grabbing the smaller boys wrist and dragging them away.
the group could only watch in wonder and curiosity, shocked someone had actually dared to openly speak back to them. they were interrupted by their thoughts by the famous boys themselves walking up to them, all but namjoon taking their seats.
"who was that?" he gruffed out, looking at their shocked faces.
"no idea." jackson spoke, but bambam interrupted him.
"i do" he gained their attention."his names yugyeom, i have some classes with him." everyone moved to take their seats now.
"and the other boy?" namjoon asked, eyes still trailing where the two headed off, but found them nowhere. he didn't manage to see their faces, which disappointed him cause it took a lot of balls to openly disrespect them, especially to their faces.
everyone stared at bambam expectantly. "no idea" he looked towards jackson, lips pressed into a line.
•••
hoseok stared at himself in the mirror, the midnight blue crew neck clinging loosely on his torso, paired with black skinny jeans with two slits in the knees, leaving them exposed. his dark brown hair was styled messily on his head, slightly wavy and his part in the middle made two strands for a heart he couldn't bother to brush away. he finished the outfit with his high top vans, before deciding to throw on a white turtleneck underneath the sweater to high the faint marks still staining his skin.
he made sure to conceal any bruises that were visible, mainly focusing on his face before he deemed himself ready to go. texting yugyeom, he left quickly and began walking to his destination, where yugyeom would pick him up and they'd be able to travel to the party together.
soon enough, they were both together and at the party, yugyeom shoving through the crowd with a quiet hoseok desperately gripping his back as to not get separated. his plan though, seemed to fail as a body came flying into him and he was quickly detached from his only support. he doesn't know how the body managed to stumble with him into the kitchen, but that's where they ended up, hoseok maneuvering his body so the drunk boy would fall into the counter instead of press him into it with him.
"relax!" a voice boomed in his ear suddenly, making him jump and whip around.
it was some senior, but he barely got to observe before a cup was being shoved into his hand, a foul smelling drink making him scrunch up his nose.
"drink and let loose, you look like you need it!" he yelled above the music, and before hoseok could decline the drink and give it back, the boy disappeared, leaving him standing there.
he couldn't do this. saying a silent sorry yugyeom inside his head, he began heading to the door, pushing his way through the crowd of people, throat closing up at their closeness. he began to move more frantically, gripping the cup he forgot he had harder now as he went to shove his way through two girls, but they moved before he could even reach out, and ended up throwing himself forward to nothing.
or so he thought.
his body collided with another, the forgotten alcohol drenching the persons pristine white shirt, and hoseok could see it was a dark alcohol now. he froze, shocked when he caught sight of the boys face.
he just spilled his drink on jeon jungkook.
the said boy let out a loud cry, attracting attention to the pair, and people gasped as they took in the sight. he didn't even look up from his shirt, gripping the soaked fabric as if he'd just gotten shot. hobi could faintly hear him whisper 'my favorite shirt' and he would have laughed if it were someone else, hell, he was begging to pray that this wasn't actually happening to him.
hoseok choked on his spit, let out a distressed sound before he did what he did best in situations like this, turn and run.
everyone watched the brunette leave, before turning back to the boy with a now large stain drying on the bright white fabric. mummers began as they saw the tears gather in his eyes, and they all sent a silent prayer to hoseok when the young boy turned and ran off, most likely to the group that were waiting for his return.
•••
namjoon was livid, of course, when the small boy came running into his arms, tears streaming down his face. it was as if the world stopped, and everyone in the room stopped, staring at the two with wide eyes, the rest of the bangtan boys included.
yoongi was the first to react, looking at the sea of people who were all silent "who fucking did it?!"
"what happened, baby?" namjoon whispered to jungkook, who gripped onto his jacket like his life depended on it.
"i- i was g-going to get a d-drink like i told y-you b-but before i could make i-it some guy r-ran into me and spilled his d-drink on me! h-e didn't e-even say s-sorry just l-eft!" the boy cried out, "this w-was my favorite shirt h-hyung now i-its ruined!" he wailed now, and everyone felt their blood boil at the said guy.
how dare he just humiliate their kookie like that and not even apologize.
namjoon handed the boy to tae now, and stepped up beside yoongi, his glare sending ice through everyones body.
"i need the name of the fucker now " he spoke so calmly with a deadly tone some people felt sorry for what was going to come to the boy, others breaking sweat at the mere though of being on the receiving end of the man in front of them.
a girl came into the room, her posse following her, looking nervous as ever.
"we saw who it was" she stated, shaking a little at the deadly attention on her.
"who?" their voices came put scarily in sync, and it was a wonder how the girl hadn't fainted yet.
"jung hoseok"
•••
coldness.
that's the only thing he can feel, after running three blocks from the house that the party was held in, and while it was a low temperature weather wise, he was shaking from the coldness in his veins, from the fear of what would happen next.
who knows what will happen in school. he'd become a punching bag for sure, maybe the whole school would be on it, after all it was jeon jungkook, the name itself had everyone wanting to protect the boy. and here he went, spilling the revolting drink on a shirt that probably cost more than his life, and running without any apology. to be fair, his throat was still closed at the fact he was in such a confined space, and he didn't want to be dragged back to the rest of his boys and pumbled to death, but looking back it was so stupid of him.
he was close to hyperventilating now, and didn't notice the multiple footsteps headed his way, until it was too late.
"oh seokie~~" his eyes widened as he looked up from where he was crouched, so see five members of their schools football team grinning down at him.
"heard you had a little run in with jeon, and that you made the poor kid cry" his blood ran cold as he froze, staring at the group with wide eyes. he knew where this was going, standing quickly.
"no, no no no no, please no!" he cried out, backing away, unfortunately into an alleyway with a dead end.
"you know bts doesn't tolerate someone messing with their group, so they asked us to come teach you a lesson" his main offender smirked, looking at him like he was a piece of meat.
"please, plea-" he was cut off by a punch.
"why beg when you didn't even apologize?" a boy spat at him, knocking him off his feet, and soon enough he was being kicked all over, crying out.
they continued their assault, leaving no place untouched before backing away from the bloodied boy. hoseok laid on the group in a heap, eyes squinted as he'd been hit in the head too many times to count.
"i hope you take in this lesson well, jung" the captain spat, smirking down at the boy. "next time, we might have to ask for something int return" he gave a predatory smirk that left hoseok numb, panic overtaking the haze in his mind.
"shit, he'd probably beg for it like the slut he is, you know how he gets around" another boy joked, and they all laughed while agreeing, before turning around and leaving.
"leave it for next time, boys" he could faintly hear, before he blacked out.
•••
it'd been a week since the party, and in the mean time jungkook forgot what happened, like usual. the other boys didn't, though, but every time they'd ask if the guy who left their youngest in tears, he was never at school. for the whole week, the boy hadn't shown, rumors of his transferring and even killing himself spreading through the gossip filled school. no one blamed him for not coming, everyone knew as soon as he stepped through the school gates, bts would be notified immediately and he wouldn't even make it to his locker before being cornered.
yugyeom was the most upset. he regretted not stalking the boy who refused to give his address to him, and finding out where he lived himself so he could at least make sure the boy was still alive. the football team wasn't exactly quiet with what they did, and painted extremely graphic pictures that left him sick.
when he first found out what happened, it was only after the football teams ensemble left the party, 20 minutes after to be exact, when he overheard how dead hoseok was. he immediately left, searching for his friend but exploring every street in a four block radius, he came up with nothing. the boys phone was turned off for the start, and he wasn't active on anything.
he despised the group for what they did. over a shirt? they act like they couldn't buy 52 more of the same shirt with all the money they had. and seeing how quickly the youngest got over the incident made him even more livid. they did all of it for the problem to be forgotten not even 6 hours later.
bts were too busy to continue waiting for the boy to show any longer, proven on that friday afternoon when they were in their warehouse. you see, not only where they the baddest group in school, but they were also the most feared gang in korea. the only reason they attended school was to keep a low profile, even though they all didn't need it, namjoon especially. he was educated about this lifestyle since he was young, his father being an old gang leader himself.
so forgetting about the 'hoseok' boy while they made their way to to their latest hit, a man who gambled and loaned to much money from them and was way past his deadline to pay them. so they decided to pay him a visit, and give him a harsh awaking of how things work in the gang world.
arriving at the house, they all clambered out of their armored van, walking up to the dingy house that looked like it was on its last few years of support. walking up to the door, jungkook gave his hyungs a bunny smile before turning and kicking it straight off its hinges. they didn't call him a muscle bunny for nothing, even if he was the youngest and most babied.
giving a low whistle in appreciation, namjoon stepping in first, and frantic footstep were heard heading their way. the man barely had time to register what was happening before the barrel of namjoon's gun was against his forehead.
freezing, the man glanced around, face paling. "w-wait! please wait!" he cried out
namjoon clicked off his safety "why should i" he growled out.
"we extended your time as far as we could." seokjin spoke next, walking up to the pair. "a month is a long time to collect our money, more than enough time" he smiled sweetly,"so where is it" his smile dropped, blank eyes staring into the scared ones in front of him.
"please, i-i don't have it, but!" he squeezed his eyes shut "i can give you something to make the money though, its all i have right now!" he pleased, and namjoon tisked, making the older man let out a cry.
"what is it?" V was the one to speak up from his place in the door way, eyes trained on the road outside, as if daring a car to come down it. he turned to face the shivering man.
"its in the closet, please, i've already made a bunch of money this week from him but i tried to gamble it to double it to pay you guys back-" i man rambled on, striding to the closet and gripping the key around his neck the just noticed "but it backfired, that's why i don't have it with me now! you guys are better gamblers so you could get the money i owe in no time with your earning!" he stated, ripping the door open and scuffled with something, before all their jaws dropped when the man pulled out a body, not an object.
hoseok whimpered, his fathers hands tight'y fisted into his hair as he dragged him from the closet he'd been banging and screaming to get out of earlier, relief flooding his veins as he fell onto all fours.
"get up bitch! you're making me look bad!" his father hissed, and he let out a wail when he was being yanked up by his hair and pushed forward, but his knees gave out as he fell onto them, looking up at who he was being offered too with blurred vision.
the gang could only stare in shock at the frail boy in front of them, and jungkook gasped at the oddly familiar face. it couldn't be-
"hoseok you piece of shit-, im sorry" the man raged, confirming jungkook's suspicions. "he looks to be in bad shape, but that's how his clients tend to leave him, hes a real pain slut" the man chuckled growing nervous at the silence.
the said boy slumped forward, not believing who he saw in front of him. he was being sold, that registered, but to them? his whimpers brought the team out of their daze, and namjoon didn't lower his gun.
"how old is he?" he growled out.
"h-hes 17" impossible, he looked like a twelve year old with how tiny he was right now. "i know he looks like damaged goods, but give him a few days and he'll be back in business, i don't think he'd mind going again now with how he was practically so eager to be fuck'd this whole week.
taehyung felt sick, staring at the slumped boy with an unfamiliar feeling settling in his chest. yoongi was livid, staring at the old bastard with rage.
"and how exactly did you get him?" he said, but they all knew the answer, it was staring at them from the frames adorning the walls.
"hes my son-"
Bang!
hoseok slumped forward more, body going limp. beside him, his father fell with a bullet between his eyes.
everyone made eye contact, knowing exactly what eachother were thinking.
we have to protect him