Sk-hate-r (Jikook) *COMPLETE

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"It's fine Jin. I can find my own way. Thank you." Jimin shrugged out of his hold and walked off. He kept flexing his shoulder, wincing every time he did so.

"Great! Just fucking great!" This would not be good for his dance classes. He would have to go home and ice it ASAP.

He dodged the cat calls and comments on the way he was dressed as he made his way out of the crowd. He wanted to text Tae, but he didn't want to ruin his night.

So he just walked back the way he had came. But he felt funny, like someone was watching him. He turned around and was met with a brooding Jungkook.

"Why are you following me?"

"Jin asked me to."

"Do you do everything you're told? I told you I'd be fine." Jimin said as he turned back around and started walking again.

He heard Jungkook scoff behind him, "Oh you're in for a rude awakening Freshman. You can't just dress like that and not expect to get into some trouble walking alone. You're fucking naive."

Jimin stopped and whipped around, "You guys just need to learn how to keep your fucking dicks and hands to yourselves!"

Jungkook raised a brow as he stopped in front of the smaller, "Maybe you should wear more fucking clothes and stop exposing your body like it's a trophy!"

Jimin swallowed. "You're such a moron! I can dress how I fucking want!"

"Be my guest Tiny! But when you involve my friends in your stupid battles because you don't know how to defend yourself, then I have to pick up the pieces! If you're gonna dress like a hooker at least know how to handle yourself!"

Slap!

Jimin's palm burned as it connected with Jungkook's cheek. His eyes burned as he blinked away tears and his shoulder burned from the fucking punch he had gotten!

"I'm not a fucking hooker you asshole! And I'm not tiny! You fucking hater! Just leave me the hell alone!" Jimin heaved, his chest rising and falling from anger.

Jungkook's jaw ticked as he fisted his hands in his pockets. "Gladly." He turned and walked away.

The tears that Jimin were trying so hard to keep at bay came rushing down his face. He quickly turned around and ran all the way to his dorm.

--

"Did you take him to his dorm?" Jin asked. He was outside the Student Union Circle with Namjoon and Yoongi.

"Yes."

"Why is your jaw so red?" Namjoon asked curiously, seeing the bright red mark over Jungkook's cheek.

"Because he slapped me."

"What? What did you do Jungkook?" Jin folded his arms and looked at him expectantly.

He knew better than to ask why he was the one to be blamed when he was the one who had a mark on his face. "Look, he slapped me and I walked off and he ran. But I followed him all the way to his dorm okay. He's safe. Now can we get the fuck out of here?"

Jin threw up his hands, "Unbelievable." He walked off, knowing they would follow him. He would have to nurse Yoongi's split lip, and bruised knuckles and now a bruised jaw. "Well hopefully he's okay because I couldn't find his friends anywhere."

"He's friends with Hobi?" Yoongi asked as he stepped forward.

Jin nodded, "Yea. He came with Hobi and his boyfriend. But they left to go dance right before you came over."

--

Taehyung hadn't returned home that night and he hadn't responded to any of Jimin's texts either.

The blond fell asleep with an ice pack on his bare shoulder.

"Jimin? What the fuck happened to you?"

Jimin frowned as he stirred in his sleep. He groaned and turned a little, feeling something slip from his shoulder.

"Jimin?"

He blinked his eyes open. Taehyung was looking at him, worry all over his features.

Jimin sighed, "I'm fine Tae."

"Where the hell did you get that fucking bruise?" The blue haired male pointed to Jimin's bare shoulder that was now covered with an ugly blue and purple bruise.

"Well when you and Hobi ditched me I got punched by Pete!"

"What the fuck?" Tae sat beside Jimin on the bed. "Why didn't you call me?"

"It's fine Tae. Jin and the other guys were there. He wanted to dance, I said no and he thought I was just playing hard. One of Jin's friends, Yoongi, punched him and took him away. But not before he punched me." Jimin explained. He sat up on the bed, placing the now bag of water on the night table next to him.

"Fuck! I shouldn't have left you alone. I'm sorry. I didnt even get to tell you I crashed at Hobi's. How did you get home?"

Jimin waved his hand, "I made it. That's all that matters. It's fine Tae. But I think I'll sit out parties from now on."

Tae nodded.

Jimin could still see that he felt bad though, "Tae it's okay. I'm fine. You should be able to hang out with your boyfriend without having to worry about me. It was just one bad experience. It's cool."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." Jimin gave him a wide smile.

Tae smiled, "Alright. I'll go get you another ice pack and make breakfast."

Jimin smiled and nodded, giving him the bag full of water, "Thanks Tae Tae."

For the rest of the weekend the two friends just chilled together, watching movies and doing a little studying.

On Monday they made their way to their lecture together, Jimin skating beside Tae.

He was in a blue sweater, black jeans and his lace up boots. He hated how Jungkook's words haunted him, making him want to change the way he dressed. He didnt want people to think of him as a hooker or someone who was flaunting his body just to be seen.

Tae had looked at him funny when he had seen his outfit, but shrugged it off.

Jimin loved accentuating the curves of his body. He didnt usually wear oversized clothes when he was going out, so it seemed a bit strange. But Tae thought maybe he was just going with the flow of the school since no male dressed like Jimin did. To be honest, he was a bit relieved.

"I know you don't like third wheeling but Hobi and I were going to hang out at the mall after this. Want to come?" Tae asked when they settled in their seats for the lecture.

Jimin shrugged, "Yeah, sure."

"Chim are you okay?"

Jimin looked at his friend, "Yes of course. Why'd you ask?"

"You just seem more quiet than usual." Tae shrugged.

"Oh. Um, my shoulder just hurts a bit. I guess I'm just worried about my dance class later."

"Oh. Maybe we can go to a pharmacy and get something for the pain after this."

Jimin nodded, "Yea. Sounds good." But Jimin's shoulder barely hurt at all. His mind was consumed with the fact that maybe people were viewing him negatively and he hated it. He found himself looking around the room, but found that no one was really looking at him.

Maybe it was just all in his head and Jungkook was just a stupid hater.

But truth be told, Jimin felt guilty for slapping the man regardless and he wanted to apologise. He hoped he'd see him soon, so he could get the apology off his chest and get on with his life.