21

May, 12

Our flight has now landed, please, take your belongings and continue to your next station.

"Ms. Kyunghee, may I?" The man said while lifting his hand out.

"You may." She gripped her bodyguard/manager hand as he took her small suit case. They headed out of their private plane.

"Korea... im back home..."

-May, 14

Yoongi was at home cleaning up, it was the weekends, sadly, Jin couldn't come over because of his college meeting. However, Yoongi's father was coming home.

After Yoongi cleaned up the house, he checked the time and saw that it was 2:45pm. He sat down and decided to take a nap.

He felt his eyes get heavier as the room began to close in.

-

May, 14

"Yes, tomorrow, the flight is only 6 hours. I'll be back soon." Mr. Min said to his manager.

Suddenly, mr. Min's phone began to ring when he entered his private uber.

His face was in shock. He shook it off and answered it anyway.

"So, you decided to call." He said.

"Yes, well, i am back in south korea now."

"What are you trying to ask?"

"I want to see Yoongi." She said, taking a deep breath in.

"There's a reason why i keep you away from him! You can't just go to America for a decade and expect to come back to see your son." He said.

"It's not like you're home with him either, don't think i don't see you on the news trying to become a senate and promoting your votes in different states and cities." She said.

"Atleast Im there for the kid on the holidays and his birthday!"

"That's not enough." She said.

"Please, just, let me talk to him." She said.

He took a deep breath in.

"I said No."

He hung up the phone. Yoongi's mother sat in her hotel room speechless, staring at the wall.

She heard a knock at the door.

"Kyunghee, your meeting is in 30 minutes, we need to get going."

"Yes, ill be right there."

Jin's POV.

I in the school's office, i sat there. This was for my college, i guess they sent someone to encourage me more to go to this Harvard school.

I fiddled with my fingers out of boredom. Suddenly, i heard the door open behind me and the sounds of heels walking up from behind me. Suddenly, i saw her.

She was a beautiful women, the type you'll see in a k drama, it was as if i was staring at a model. She looked like she was in her mid 30's. She was Korean, that means she must've lived here or speak korean.

"Hello Mr. Kim Seokjin, I'm Ms. Min Kyunghee." She put her hand out and i gently shook it.

"H-Hi, it's nice to meet you!" I nervously said.

She sat down at the principles desk, her smile looked familiar, it filled me with joy for some reason?

"I know you must be nervous Mr. Kim, this is a big deal since this college is in America. But lets start by getting to know eachother."

She stood up and looked around, every movement she made was like a step of an angel, i never seen such a beautiful women.

"I went to Harvard for medical and science research for 10 years. I have now became a fellow worker of the school system. I became successful in this college, to be honest, Harvard was a great school." She said smiling.

"Now, how about you, what are some facts about you?"

I nervously took a deep breath in.

"I skipped 2 grades in elementary school. I graduated from Crimson middle school and I now go to Bangtan High. I have a boyfriend that i love dearly and a mother that is very caring."

She smiled.

"You know, you are very intelligent for your age. I was just like you when i was your age. I skipped a grade in middle school. When i transferred to Harvard, I had a good time. the professors were nice and the students there are very charming. The food is really good. I was very happy to transfer to Harvard."

I looked down. Everything about this school was skyrocket. It dragged me in but then i wanted to stay in Korea.

"Is something wrong?"  She asked in concern. I looked up at her.

"It's just that..... I don't want to leave my love ones alone in Korea..." I said.

She looked down. She sighed and she looked up at the ceiling. Finally, when she brought her focus back to my eyes. I noticed that her eyes were watery.

"I could say the same..." she said, she looked down. She started to walk around the room. Her heels clicked on every step.

"I.... I had a son when i was intending a college in Korea. I wanted to succeed on a career of medical needs. I wanted to cure rare diseases. I passed my exams, getting more than 90% right. This gave me an opportunity to go to Harvard. When i was informed about this school, i knew this is where i wanted to go. This is what i needed. However, I couldn't leave my Husband and Son alone. I wanted to take my son with me to America, but my Husband said no and that it could be dangerous to go, including the fact i didn't make a lot of money in that time. My husband and I argued on this school. He didnt want me to go to school because of my son. But i did anyway. I loved my son, i haven't seen him for a decade... and I feel stupid and guilty for it."

I saw tears stroll down her face. I felt bad for her, i would give her a hug but like, i think she needs space. She grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes.

"Ah, my bad. I forgot, i'm suppose to be making you go to this school." She giggled. I smiled.

-

May, 18

2 men were seated at the table, one looked down for most of the time they were there. The other tried to get a response.

"Jimin, are you okay?" Namjoon asked.

"Im fine.... why do you ask..."

"Well, you've been staring at your drink for almost 30 minutes and you haven't said anything."

Jimin finally made eye contact with Namjoon.

"Let me guess, is it that punk?" Namjoon asked.

"He's not a punk. Stop saying that." Jimin said. Namjoon looked down.

"Jimin, it's been over 5 months since they started dating..."

Jimin looked back down, Namjoon saw that Jimin couldn't let go of Yoongi at all. He knew that since Yoongi is dating Jin, it'll only end up messing Jimin up.

"I want to ruin them." Namjoon looked up when Jimin said this. His eyes were big, the fact that Jimin would say something like that is like a bullet, painful and deadly.

"Jimin, why don't you date V? Didn't he confess his feelings to you last week?" Namjoon said.

"I rejected him." Jimin said.

"Why? Why the hell do you want Yoongi so much?" Namjoon asked.

"Because.... Yoongi is the best looking guy at our high school. It's like being seen with him is like standing next to a idol. The fact is, ever since Yoongi met Jin, the rumors about me and him dating died out, people would always say we would look good together if we dated.....

It was so much easier to get Yoongi to be mine.... now.... now.... now...."

Namjoon noticed Jimin clenching his fist tightly. He saw Jimin's face turn red.

"Ever since that bitch came. It's like hell only exists now. He took away heaven and left me with hell! He was a damn snake! He lied! A liar! A fucking damn liar!!!"

Jimin's eyes were dripping down with tears. Namjoon sat there and watched him cry his feelings out.

"When he came! It was like he forced Yoongi to be with him! I know he had to!!! He probably switched all of his classes to match Yoongi's!!! The worse part is that he acts fucking innocent as fuck!!! But really! Inside! He's nowhere near fucking innocent!!!

He needs to go!!! They need to go!!! I want them to be sick of eachother already!!! Damn it! It's like Yoongi must have been mind control! Because i know he wouldn't pick a ugly ass bitch over me!!!! I know him too well!!! I SHOULD'VE ENDED HIM IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL!!!"

Jimin eye's were full of rage. Namjoon looked at Jimin, he knew Jimin since middle school. He knew that feeling when you want to have something but can't, he also knew that feeling of having a good background.

Jimin looked down, face red, eyes were flooding, his make up smearing.

"I should've push his head into the concrete.... i should've have had..."

-

"Hey Orc!!!" Jimin called out.

Jin heard him but didn't budge to turn, he started walking fast. He knew he was about to get beat up again.

Jimin quicken his pace.

"Hey!!! Turn to me when i call you!"

Jimin gripped Jin's backpack and turned him around.

"I don't want any problems today Diminie." Jin said.

"Shut up! You know what you did wrong!" Jimin growled.

"What did i do?"

Jimin squinted his eyes at Jin. He was disgusted by his childish behavior.

"You're not allowed to talk to anyone! Didn't I tell you that?!"

Jin looked up at Jimin's deadly eyes. Jin gave no response. This resulted to Jimin pushing him alittle to snap him back.

"Hey! Don't act like I didn't see you talking to that Suga kid! I saw you Orc!"

Jin looked down, he felt pressure beginning to be put in his chest. Like as if he was adding pounds to a weak crate.

"Im sorry..." Jin quietly said.

"Sorry isn't enough! You know what i fucking want." Jimin said.

Jin kept his focus at the concrete floor. He felt like just wanting to go to sleep, but never wanting to wake up...

"Hey! Look at me when i talk to you!" Jimin pushed Jin to snap him back. Jin finally got tired of the same bullshit. He got tired of being called an Orc all the time.

"Stop!" Jin yelped.

Jimin's eyes widened in anger.

"Stop it?! Check who the fuck you're talking to?!"

Jin began to slowly walk backwards, but it was no use, Jimin was taking a step forward.

"What makes you think for a damn second that you can stop me?!"

Jimin got up in Jin's face, Jin felt his heart thumping faster. He felt like just zoning out. But he remembered what Suga told him. To stand up for himself even if it's that terrible.

"Because.... you're nothing but insecure... that's all...."

Jimin's eyes widened in anger, Jin was regretting what he just said. Jimin, out of anger, punctured his fist into Jin's stomach, making Jin yell out and fall to the ground. Jimin got on top of him and started punching him.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU FUCKING ARE!!!" *punch*

"TO SAY THAT I!!! *punch* AM *punch* INSECURE?!" *punch*

Jin started to feel the world closing in. Every punch was like a bullet.

Jimin gripped Jin's shirt, pulling him in closer to him. He gripped his hair, he saw blood draining from hid nose. Jimin sat there, thinking to himself if he's going to slam him...

Before he could even slam his head against the concrete. He felt the grip of someone grab him from his stomach, soon he was lifted.

It was the police....