"I'm chasing butterflies, so lost in dreams. I Follow your traces, show me the way, please stop me. Let me breathe..."

~Run-BTS

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Jimin punched hard. There wasn't an ounce of restraint, not that Yoongi expected there to be. But even though he knew his side of it was mostly acting, he was still angry when he backed away after Jimin's punch.

Yoongi wiped his mouth, having tasted a bit of blood, and the back of his hand came away with a streak of blood across it.

He hadn't even given a second thought to grabbing Jimin's collar and punching him back, and though he'd meant to use restraint, just because this wasn't a fight he wanted to fight, but he'd ended up putting full force into it, letting go of Jimin's collar just as he made contact last minute when he remembered he didn't want to fight.

Jimin fell to his backside, immediately looking up at Yoongi with enough venom that if looks could kill, Yoongi would be long past dead.

"You're sticking up for her? Didn't you just hear what she said?!" Jimin said from the floor. "You're defending this evil bitch?"

Yoongi grabbed his collar again, pulling him up. "What did I say about calling her that?" He said before punching him again.

Jimin took the punch without fighting back, instead looking back and spitting at Yoongi, the slightly bloody saliva hitting just under Yoongi's eye.

"You motherfucking--!" Yoongi started, then pulled Jimin around to slam his back into the lockers. Then he punched Jimin hard in the stomach, hearing him cough and gasp in response.

What am I doing? I shouldn't be using full force, this isn't my fight. But he was so angry, it didn't matter. It wasn't even about Jae-hwa, it wasn't even about Park Jimin, it was about the general rage he wanted to get out since everything. Since his mother blamed him for everything, since the fire, since he'd started running--Before all that even.

Jimin had had enough of sitting back and just letting himself be beat up, he grabbed Yoongi by the shoulders and kneed him in the stomach, which made Yoongi double over, gasping just as much as Jimin had been, but Jimin took the opportunity to push Yoongi to the ground, sitting on his stomach and holding him down by his shoulders.

"Don't you try to justify what your girlfriend did! Any moron can see Hana didn't deserve that! She never did anything to anybody!" Jimin lifted Yoongi by the shoulders and slammed them back to the floor with probably as much force as possible, making Yoongi see stars for a second. "If she thinks this is how she'll get to Taehyung, you tell her I will beat the shit out of her! You tell her I won't let her bully my brother!"

Why would I have to tell her, isn't she right--?

Yoongi looked up and around him. Jae-hwa was nowhere to be seen. Shit. Where the hell did she go? Yoongi looked back to Jimin, who was still furious.

Before either could say anything, Footsteps came running down the hallway, followed by a voice. "PARK JIMIN, GET OFF OF HIM THIS INSTANT!!"

Yoongi hadn't been out of this school long enough to forget the Principal's commanding voice, nor his heavy footsteps. And certainly not his face when he was close enough to see.

The principal reached down and grabbed Jimin by around the waist, yanking him up off of Yoongi's stomach. "I said get off, Park Jimin!" The principal looked unbelievably red in the face, his glasses looking on the verge of fogging over as he gripped Jimin by the wrist. "I'm doing your mother an enormous favor, Jimin, I don't have to be so open-minded about it, you'd think you'd behave at least on par with someone of...lesser upbringing."

"'Lesser upbringing'? Are you kidding?" Jimin argued back.

Yoongi sat up, his stomach hurting from when Jimin had kneed him. Sitting up, he could see Jae-hwa standing off behind the Principal, along with someone else that Yoongi didn't get a good look at.

"I'm far from kidding, Park, you're suspended, and I'll be calling your mother about this, and I can assure you, she'll be just as disappointed, for first punching a defenseless woman, and second, for starting some fight in my hallway like an animal!" The principal continued. "And since you want to act like a criminal, you can be brought home like a criminal."

Then, Yoongi could tell who Jae-hwa was standing with--a police officer, hands in his pockets, handcuffs on his belt, gun by his side.

Panic flooded into him for a moment, his blood running cold. He knew what that could mean, should have never trusted Jae-hwa, should have never trusted her with anything, I knew she would lie, I knew this was a trap, but I walked right into it anyway, like an idiot I just waltzed right in.

The police officer glanced over at Yoongi and frowned. He must recognize me. But what do I do? If I run that won't get me anything but guilty, even if he's not sure it's me, if I make a run for it, he'll know for sure.

"Just him then?" The officer said, clearing his throat looking over to the principal.

"Oh, yes, just Jimin, my boyfriend was only trying to help." Jae-hwa interjected.

Jimin shook his head. "I'm suspended for punching a defenseless girl, but Yu Jae-hwa almost broke a deaf girl's arm, and she gets fucking nothing?! What kind of bullshit is this?"

Jae-hwa immediately pouted. "Oh, but sir! I would never do that! I don't know where Jimin got the idea that I would hurt the baby of the class! She's already slow, I wouldn't dare!" Jae-hwa looked up at the principal, her eyes widening in innocence. "Kim Taehyung belittled her and made her take pictures half naked, if anything, he should be the one in trouble."

"Lies!! Taehyung would never do that!! Trace the text back, it goes right to Jae-hwa's phone!!" Jimin said, grabbing the principal by the shirt. "You have to see what she's doing! I don't know why, but she's making Taehyung look...She's making him... She's killing him... you can't let her do that! You said yourself, he's fragile, and she's trying to break him!!"

The Principal kept all elements of calm, not looking the least bit fazed by Jimin's abrasiveness. "Park Jimin. Suspended. The rest of the week."

"You saw what she did! How could you let it slide?!" Jimin had had enough. Though the principal was calm and reserved, Jimin was only getting angrier.

The police officer grabbed him by the wrist, wrenching him away from the principal with visible force. "That's enough kid."

The grin on Jae-hwa's face was oh so obvious. She'd either planned this out, or rolled with it and loved where it was going.

As the officer led Jimin away, she looked so happy and content, and even had the nerve to wink at Yoongi when she saw him looking.

She's the devil. What have I done? What have I done?

The principal nodded at her, obviously not having seen that evil impish grin she was giving Yoongi. Then, the principal straightened his coat before retreating back to wherever he came from.

When he was gone, Jae-hwa walked over to Yoongi, obvious bounce in her step, and Yoongi could only look up at her in something between disbelief and confusion. What's wrong with her? Why is she such a bitch? I didn't know anyone could be this hateful.

"Here's your money." She said, tossing won at Yoongi. "You did alright, but you looked like you were holding back. You hold back again, I hold back the money. And if you really want me to work hard to get that flight ban off you, than you'll work hard doing your job."

Yoongi felt like garbage, looking at all the bills laying around him scattered like he wasn't even worth the effort to hand money to.

"See you tomorrow at lunch, Yoongi-bear." Jae-hwa said, turning to leave.

Yoongi was dumbstruck for a minute, then spoke up, "Tomorrow?"

Jae-hwa sighed, then turned on her heel slowly, facing him again. "Don't be dumb, you have to do this every school day." Jae-hwa took a step closer and leaned toward him, making her cleavage more than obvious. "That wasn't the problem, that was his new guard dog, the problem is on house arrest, and if that dumb-ass wanna-be mom pulls through with everything, he'll be back, and he'll make my life hell." She stood up straight again, much to Yoongi's relief, her close proximity anything but enjoyable. "Your job, is to pick at him until he's gone, until he doesn't want to live, until he looks crazy enough to be locked in a 3 by 3 foot box, until he looks violent enough to be dangerous." She turned around. "Be here, Yoongi, or I call the police on you."

Yoongi watched her go quietly, slowly drifting his attention from her retreating figure, walking in heels to tall to be comfortable, down to the money she'd thrown on the floor around him, staring at it for a while.And slowly, he started gathering up the money, all of it, one by one, crawling around on the floor to get it all.

Inside he was furious, he was about to explode, he'd never felt so low, so much like dirt, his mother said it a lot, but he'd always just rolled his eyes at her. Because if he wasn't dirt, he wouldn't be crawling around trying to get every scrap of money off the floor.

It's not that Jae-hwa thinks I'm dirt--I think I'm dirt, I'm acting like dirt, just a worthless piece of shit. Yoongi swallowed, sitting by the wall, counting the money--20,000 won. It wasn't much, really, it wasn't a small fortune or anything, just enough to get him a few things maybe. But he needed every bit of it.

He could feel the anger building up under the surface, the frustration, the hopelessness sinking in, but all he did was sigh.He picked himself up off the floor, sticking the money in his pocket, and starting to make his way out of the school.

He felt so without dignity, so pathetic, nothing but a tool.

Somewhere inside, he wanted to just dig the money out of his pocket and throw it out on the sidewalk, ashamed for even taking it for what he did.

But he didn't. Each step he took in the pouring rain, each gray block of sidewalk leading out of the school, he somehow kept the feeling inside, walking back.

Back to what? He wasn't sure, he didn't want to go back to Namjoon's, not so he could be there with an 'I told you so.' or some philosophical rant about what was worth money and what wasn't, Yoongi was beating himself up enough, he didn't need the extra bullshit.

"Yoongi-Sunbae?"

He didn't look up at first, not in the mood to deal with anyone.

"Min Yoongi-Sunbae!"

This time he looked, he had to, the girl had ran to catch up to him, walking beside him. It was that girl, that girl he'd convinced himself who wasn't real, who must be a figment of his imagination, the ghost-girl who seemed so dead and quiet and empty.

She didn't seem empty now.

"Yoongi-sunbae, where are you going?" she asked, looking at him, but not really meeting his eyes.

He scoffed, quickening his pace, "Hell."

"Oh..." She said, obviously a little put off. Good. leave. Leave me alone. I don't want anyone to see this.

"Aren't you going to catch cold? In the rain and everything?"

"Who gives a shit?" Yoongi retorted, not necessarily angry, just stating a fact as if it was as plain as the weather. And it was. No one gave a shit.

Ghost-girl swallowed so hard he could almost hear it. "I...I know a place you could... take shelter for a while..."

Yoongi squinted at her, slowing his pace. "Where?

"She shrunk under his gaze, looking anywhere but at him. She's hella weird just like everyone else when she speaks, I almost prefer the silence. "I'll show you..."

"If it's money you want, I don't have money."

She grabbed his sleeve, not looking up at him. "No, Yoongi-sunbae, no money, you don't need money..."

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A/N:

Hullo~ ^u^ I found a free moment at 1am asdfghjklkjhgfdsdfghjk Staying up late is swag~~ ;)

...But then, weird typos and spelling mistakes happen, so tell me about those, if you see them? Hehehee~

~Neri~ (aYO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, NDJKJNDJKVNKA GE~ (my attempt at korean at 1am)