Yoongi

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Yoongi was a high school nightmare.

He was always sitting in the back of the class, skipping classes, and showing up with bruises and the lingering smell of gasoline on his jacket. Teachers preferred to ignore his antics, and students preferred to ignore his caustic taunts. But the one who got the most flak was Jimin—the straight-A student, the school's favorite, the "perfect one. "

Yoongi bullied him, not loudly, but precisely: short phrases, sharp pushes in the hallways, trips on the stairs, smirks that made Jimin's ears burn. He endured. Always endured.

But the ball became the point of no return.

After the party, the school was empty: the buses had left, Jimin's phone was dead, and his patent leather shoes weren't cut out for the long walk home. He stood at the gate, clutching his jacket, when the familiar roar of an engine broke the silence.

Yoongi.

The motorcycle stopped next to him. The helmet lifted slightly, and a lazy gaze slid over Jimin—crumpled, tired, and too handsome in the yellow light of the streetlights.

"Lost, straight-A student?" Yoongi chuckled.

Jimin swallowed. Asking him was humiliating. Scary. But he had no choice.

“Give me a ride… please,” the voice wavered, revealing more than intended.

Yoongi chuckled, looking him up and down with disdain.

• And why should I help someone like you?