Stripper. (Complete)

"Leave me alone!"

Namjoon was shoved against the lockers, punched in the gut.

"You little pussy! Thinking you can just egt away without your beating huh?" The mint haired boy said.

That's Min Yoongi. The scariest out of he group. He may be short and look cute with his slightly feminine features and body, but he can sure pack a punch.

Namjoon groaned in pain, he soft black hair covering his eyes.

"L-leave me alone..." Namjoon mumbled, trying to get away from him.

Yoongi shoved him back into the lockers, looking up at him with a smirk.

"You think you can leave so easily, do you?"

Namjoon lightly shoved him in the chest, sprinting away with all his might
"Yah! Go get him!" Yoongi yelled, pointing at Namjoon.

They began running after him, glares fixated on him. Namjoon gasped and panted as he rounded a corner, hiding in a bush and covering his mouth.

"Where did that little shit go?!" Jin said, kicking a nearby wall.

"Calm down Hyung. Your scaring me." Jimin backed away from Jin.

"Sorry Jiminnie. It's just so annoying at how he can get away so fast! We were right behind him!"

Hoseok patted his back, looking closly at the bushes.

Namjoon cursed silently, jumping g out of the bush an onto the street, dogding cars and jumping rocks.

"What the hell?! How the fu- GET BACK HERE!"

Namjoon ran all the way to his apartment, but they were right behind him, yelling and cursing at him.

Namjoon jumped into an abandoned car, covering himself as much as he could.

"Fuck we lost him!" Hoseok kicked the same car he was in, causing Namjoon to flinch.

"Namjoon-hyung! I'm home! .....who are you?"

Jungkook walked into the parking lot.
Namjoon and him always met up at this same exact car everyday after school.

"You. Is Namjoon your brother?"
Yoongi walked up to him.

Jungkook gulped.

"Y-yeah."

"That little cunt. I knew he was hiding something!" Yoongi scoffed.

Namjoon decided to end this and hopped out of the car, startling everyone.

"Jungkook get in the house. I left snackes in there frigde this morning so they should still be good." Namjoon said, turning Jungkook by his shoulders and walking him towards he creeky stairs.

"No tell me what's going on! I'm tired of you keeping secrets!" Jungkook yelled out, yanking away from Namjoon.

"Kookie they are just some bullies at school. It's fine. Now can you please--"

"Is this why you come home everyday with injuries?! Hyung we can't keep buying first aid kits! Tell them to stop!". Jungkook glared at all of them.

"I try Kookie. They don't listen. Now please go upstairs."

"No."

"Jungkook--"

"I know your hiding something. Tell me when we get back inside." Jungkook mumbled before turning and hurrying up the old stairs and to the apartment.

Namjoon sighed.

"Yah--"

"Just leave. I don't have time for any of your shit right now. I have a job to get to."

"Namjoon--'

"Just leave me alone! All you do is bring more pain! I'm having trouble just trying to feed the both of us, but with you idiots taking my money, I let myself starve and give the food to Jungkook!"

"But--"

"Just leave me alone." Namjoon said before running up the stairs, jumping over the large gap between the stairs and the hall.

Yoongi and the others stared at the door after it closed, wondering what in the world did they just witness?

"Um....let's get to my place." Yoongi mumbled before jogging away, the others following.

Namjoon sighed as he leaned on the door, closing his eyes.

"Hyung."

Namjoon looked at Jungkook.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Jungkook--"

"I know I'm young and rude and selfish, but that doesn't mean you can't tell me the truth. If I tell you everything, you tell me everything."
Jungkook said softly, sitting on the couch.

"There's just some things I rather not tell you yet. It's very.....not....good(?)"

"What do you mean Hyung?"

"Just wait till I'm ready. I already have enough judgment in my life right now." Namjoon said before heading to the kitchen, ruffling Jungkooks hair as he passed.

Jungkook stared sadly at the back of Namjoons head, Wondering if he should do something.

But he couldn't think of anything.

Not yet at least.