[yoongi-mood]

Jackson's POV

Everyone stands in silence for a minute staring each other down. It's like everyone has congregated here at once, the party inside halted as the real drama begins outside. I'm the first one to make a move, head-butting Hoseok so he'll get off me and I shake off the dirt on my new blazer. In my head, all I can think about is one thing.

It's about how much I want to punch Min Yoongi.

It's irrational and I know that, but just the sight of him standing next to Jimin who already looks like he's about to cry makes me want to choke him. The fact that he gets to be with someone like Jimin. The fact that he gets to be who he truly is.

And so I lunge at him.

This sets off a chain reaction all around me as I see Jungkook aim for Youngjae, his fist connecting with the boy's jaw. Yoongi doesn't react to my advances, instead he takes a step back and I can see he's trying to calm himself down.

"Jackson—"

I cut off Jimin's pleading voice because I don't need to be lectured right now. In fact, I'm tempted to take a swing at Jimin. He's the reason that I feel this way, if he didn't exist, life wouldn't be so fucking complicated.

It's not just him as a person. It's what he stands for. Why could he never just pick a side? Moreover, why couldn't he just pick my side?

But I don't punch him. How could I punch someone like Jimin? I stagger away from the pair, half-heartedly swinging a punch at Yugyeom who has just arrived at the scene and looks lost. I vaguely feel BamBam pull me into the auditorium, telling me that the police will show up if I don't leave Yugyeom and the situation alone.

I've given up my fight anyway. One look in Jimin's eyes and I knew I had lost it from the beginning. It was the disappointment in them that was the most painful; that was the part that cut me the deepest.

None of Hoseok's punches could hurt me more.

Yoongi's POV

"Jimin, are you okay?" I ask him slowly as the fighting in front of us dies down.

He nods before disappearing, walking back inside, leaving me to watch the last few punches before people grow tired and go back inside as well. I don't know why he puts up with Jackson's bullshit; how can you be friends with someone who hates everything you are?

Making my way back inside, I notice that Namjoon and Jin have remained largely unscathed and hidden during the battle. An unlikely couple, but they're super cute together. There is something reassuring in the fact that Namjoon can look past the hatred that radiates from the Straights and realize that love isn't about gender. It's about the person.

I see Jackson leaning against a wall, taking a swig of something before grimacing. He's watching the dance floor, and I see him shouting at Rosé and Lisa, who are innocently slow dancing together. Even though it's probably drunken nonsense, there is just something inside me that switches, and all of a sudden I find myself grabbing the boy's shirt and pushing him against the wall.

"Don't you fucking say another word," I threaten through gritted teeth, our eyes locked in an intense staring battle.

"Or what?"

"Or I will beat the shit out of you in front of this whole room."

"Why don't I fuck you hard instead, seeing as I'm sure you'd like my dick up—"

Jackson is cut off from his spew of hate speech by me kneeing him in the stomach, and he falls to the ground from being winded. Spitting at him, I walk away feeling like everyone's eyes are on me.

I'm knocked to the ground by Jackson jumping on my back, and he pulls at my hair like a child. We tussle back and forth until finally people pull us apart, and my heavy breathing and the blood pounding in my ears is all I can hear.

"You fucking disgusting creature," Jackson yells.

"You are exactly what is wrong with this world," I retort, "Why can't you just let people live how they want to? Love who they want to? It's because you can't even love yourself—"

Jackson swings a punch at me again, my words seemingly cutting him like glass. The crowd gathers around us, but they're not cheering. They look concerned. No one has ever seen Jackson look this angry before. I try and defend myself but I'm pushed to the floor, and nothing I can do will match the sheer rage of the boy.

"EVERYONE STOP!" A voice calls from the front of the room, and everyone's heads turn slowly away from the fight.

Because there is Jimin, microphone in hand, ready to finish this bullshit once and for all.

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jimin is ready to go off sis.

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