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It was second period already and Jungkook barely got into his science class before he was pulled back. He knew no one had the guts to touch him without his permission except for one person. Xeon. For some reason he hated him and made sure to make that obvious. Before his eyes could confirm the figure he was thrown across the hall, his back hitting against a wall. It hurt like hell but this wasn't the first time, you could say he's gotten used to it. Students around gasped while trying to scurry into their classroom, none daring to interfere.
A few friends were with Xeon and Kookie knew things were going to get ugly. Xeon didn't get his hands on what he wanted and now Jungkook was going to have to endure a beating and Xeon wasn't someone to stop when in a bad mood. There's many times Jungkook could recall Xeon getting blood out of him. Don't think Jungkook doesn't fight back, it's just that lately he hasn't tried anything since he's always outnumbered. Everytime he tries to get a hit in one of Xeon’s minions stops him. Before Jungkook can rise from the floor Xeon grabs him by his collar, lifting him easily.
“Jung-fucking-kook. You better have my shit you little faggot.”
“I-” Jungkook tries to tell him but he's pushed against the wall again.
“I swear to the big G if you try to make shit up imma make you eat some...try me...be my disappointment today...please do.” Xeon spits out, making Jungkook stay quite.
Xeon means what he says and he's always in a sour mood, if Jungkook confessed he would be throwing up for hours and definitely in a hospital. How he was going to respond he didn't know? It seemed like everything he said pissed Xeon off. Before he could open his mouth one of Xeon’s friends fell down behind him, attracting Jungkook's attention. It didn't take long for his threatening peer to look back. Once doing so he got a punch to nose by none other than Jimin, one of Jungkook's best friends. Xeon let go of Jungkook in response to the excruciating pain. Jimin may be small but his physique is of another nature, no one messed with him because of it.
While Jimin was beating the crap out of Xeon who tried his best to fight back Taehyung, Jungkook's other best friend was taking care of Xeon’s followers without much effort. Taehyung was less built but had great stamina and packed a good right hook which saved him many times. In fact Taehyung was bullied in the past as well but starting freshman year he decided he had enough of it and soon annoyed his challengers with never staying down. Soon every guy was on the floor, either curled up or wincing over and over and trying to get away. It was obvious that the duo wanted to cause major damage but they quickly turned their attention to Jungkook.
“Kookie are you okay?” Jimin asked, walking over and checking Jungkook.
“Yeah hun, are you hurt anywhere? Where did he hurt you? We'll kill the bastard.” Taehyung rambles while saying the last part a little lower.
Jungkook blushed from all the attention his friends were giving him, “I’m fine guys...” he tells them while removing their worried hands off of him.
“You sure Kookie-bear?”
Jungkook’s blush deepens at the nickname Taehyung’s uttered but he manages to respond, “Y-yes Taetae.”
“Good. Would you like to get to class Kookie-bb or do you wanna hang with us?”
“Uh-well-I...class.” Jungkook mutters, clearly flustered from their nicknames.
They both nod and guide him across the still whining punks on the floor. Taehyung is holding his hand while Jimin has a guiding hand on his lower back. He's gotten used to their skinship tendencies to a certain extent. His skin still got hot and often red whenever their hands went wherever they wanted though. They never seemed to be shameful or embarrassed which continued to stun the hell out of him. Taehyung knocked on the door to Mr.Kemmle’s classroom, Jungkook's Biology teacher. It opened after about two minutes, Mr.Kemmle looking a little annoyed.
“Jeon? Why are you so late?” his teacher requires.
“I was just…just-”
“Helping me. I had a few questions but he helped me understand the material better.” Taehyung cut in, saving Jungkook.
The grown man nods and moves slightly to the side, giving Jungkook permission to enter. As he did he glanced back, shooting his friends a thanking smile. They returned cheesy grins before the door closed on them.
“...kook and his boyfriends” a voice whispers after snorting.
Jungkook doesn't look in it’s direction, kind of afraid of what he'll start. As he slips in his seat he simultaneously feels someone creep over their desk, their breath hitting his neck. He's immediately regretting not taking the boys’ offer.
“Hey Kookie. You did the homework?”
“No Alana. I sat around and stared at it.”
“So spicy Jungkook. Love that about you.”
The boy grimances at her words. She's never failed to make him shiver with just her existence. Waiting for his second period class to end is pure torture, his patience runs a bit thinner than usual for the rest of his day. Truthfully, Jungkook couldn't wait to enter the gym. He needed to feel like he was doing something, anything, to let out his frustrations. If he lashed out at those he loved again he would never forgive himself. That's just how much Taehyung and Jimin mean to him. They were his brothers. That's what he told himself to control his thoughts.