"What are you doing!?" Jungkook screamed at the boy who was ready to punch Jimin.
But he held the boy's fist in his bare palm. His eyes were dark, so was his hair. His poker face that sends shiver down to three 8th grader's spine. His hand getting tighter on the fist as the boy screams in pain.
He tried to free his fist from Jungkook's grip but it seemed impossible.
"Let me go!" He cried.
"Then you better get lost before I get my uncle, principal Jeon." He growls before letting go of the fist as he watched the three boys runs down the empty hallway.
He turned around to face the small boy, who was still on the ground, tears running down his chubby cheeks, pink lips still in a pout, heart still beating.
Jungkook kneeled down front of Jimin. He took Jimin's glasses off as he wiped the fog on the glasses. He looked at the caramel eyes before putting the glasses back on Jimin.
He looked at Jimin's face one last time before getting up and walking down the hallway.