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Heo Youngji became everyone’s favorite when she stepped in the first time in Yoongi’s school. He didn’t exaggerate it; because that’s simply the truth.  She’s a beauty but very shy. She’s textbook copier and socially awkward. Teachers loved her. His classmates too—loved to bully her. Maybe because she never once stood up for herself. Maybe because she’s desperate about making friends. Either way, Min Yoongi already vowed to his own self that he didn’t want to get associated with her in any possible ways.

Stuff like that was bothersome. Being a shining knight, he meant. Taehyung only ordered her around to do errands anyway, not physically hurt her. Yoongi comforted himself.

“Yah, new transfer student! Did you finish the math homework?” Kim Taehyung was loud—would always be—as he suddenly barged into the classroom after unnecessarily banging the door and slapping his bag on Youngji’s table.

She flinched.

Yoongi glowered. It’s still early morning yet the comforting silence was gone just like that. What a bothersome. Then he tried to resume his morning nap. No breakfast surely made him sleepy.

“I, I did.” Her voice somehow didn’t come out as frightened as Yoongi imagined.

“Then do mine too!”

Silence.

Yoongi opened an eye, peeked the clear blue sky outside, exhaling heavily. Finally peace. His mind was in peace. But strangely his eyes refused to close again.

“Yah, Heo Youngji!”

Still silence.

“How dare—“

Bothersome, bothersome. Loser. Ugh.

“Tune it out, will you?” One hand propped up to support his head, Yoongi sleepily stare at the scene unveiled in front of him. Youngji’s head was down, her shoulders were trembled in silent sob. Kim Taehyung turned his head from glaring at the pitiful girl and set his eyes on Yoongi’s lazy ones.

“Decided to become a hero, eh?” Taehyung smirked, hand stretched out and let his fingers tangled in Youngji’s brown hair. Yoongi thought her hair must be soft. He remembered someone with soft hair—golden, smooth and flowery scent. Ah, how bothersome.

Taehyung wandered his gaze, scanning the almost empty classroom if it’s not because three students decided to go to school too early in the morning and trapped here altogether. His smirk was never off.

“You can make noise outside. Anywhere but here.” Yoongi plainly said, eyes still bored on Taehyung’s expressionlessly.

“I can make noise anywhere, Min Yoongi.” The smirk was still stubbornly glued on Taehyung’s wicked face. He let go of Youngji’s hair and stepped closer to where the other guy seated. When his side profile brushed against her arm, she shivered and what a loser. Yoongi thought.

He stayed still when Taehyung was near—gaze steady and didn’t waver a bit. Taehyung snorted.

“What a bull!” He threw his first punch—

“P-please s-stop it! Here, I’ll do your homework too, Tae-Taehyung-ssi!”

—only to be stopped by Youngji’s pathetic plea.

The said guy looked behind his shoulder.

Yoongi let out an annoyed sigh. He kicked the table’s foot and got up, surprisingly made both Taehyung and Youngji jump out of their spot.

“What a bothersome.” With that, he left the class.

Only to be back after the lunch break, didn’t want to sacrifice his precious morning sleep with Math and Song sonsangenim’s burdensome explanation.

There’s melon bread on his table. A piece of note was beneath it—thank you—Yoongi read before crumpling it then throwing it off somewhere under the table. He caught a glimpse of brown hair and he shut his eyes tightly.

What a bothersome. What a bothersome. What a bothersome.

When he opened them, he saw a figure with beautiful golden hair instead of Lee ssaem writing on the board.

His breath got stuck on his throat.

Junhee.. His brain was so quick to interpret his imagination into one certain word.

Once again, Min Yoongi hated today.

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“Uhm,”

Yoongi halted his step, casted down a glance behind his shoulder. But he didn’t turn around to properly meet her eyes.

“Thank you for before.” Youngji softly uttered her gratitude, so pure, so innocent, so weak.

He scoffed, almost laughed.

“Don’t bother.” A beat. “I didn’t do charity for you. You think someone will stand up for you if you let them know your weakness?” A snort. “Once a loser is always a loser.”

When he brought his feet to resume the walk, his chest was tightened. He walked to the gate without sparing a glance to the crying-mute Youngji. It’s hard enough to deal with himself crying let alone comforting her.

Somewhere in the deep memory of his mind, the brain found the forbidden flashback as showing it mercilessly like a slideshow on his mind.

Choi Junhee. Wth her sweet, flowery-scented golden hair, with her beautiful appearance. And then Min Yoongi. With his messed up, unorganized life. He remembered how many octaves when he shouted at her, piercing his glare at her tender eyes. He tricked her. Telling her he could be her friend.

But what kind of friend was he that always made her cry instead of being someone who she could count on to?

The biggest bully of his school was his own self. Min Yoongi was the true monster. And the monster didn’t grow stronger once its prey was dead.

It got weaker. And suddenly became human.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

Yoongi punched the wall of abandoned store on his way, hard. He screamed loudly, until his throat felt sore and his lung fel