The bell rang, the students and teacher walking out of the room. I waited for Hoseok outside, leaning against the wall.

"Well, where is it??" I heard a low and stern voice coming from inside. "This assignment is due in two days and I want it done by tomorrow, got that?"

I peeped into the classroom and saw Namjoon hovering over Hoseok. Hoseok sat at his desk, unblinking.

He growled. "I don't understand that crap. Will you do my assignment? Yes or no?"

Hoseok looked up, his hands shaking.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and flicked Hoseok's forehead, hard. Hoseok flinched and his lip quivered.

"Was that a yes?"

Hoseok stayed silent.

Namjoon sighed and grabbed the collar of Hoseok's shirt. "I am sick and fucking tired of your weird sign language. The only reason why I force myself to talk to you is because I need you to do my damn fucking homework. So my question is, will you do it?!"

Hoseok trembled and didn't answer. Namjoon growled and gave a sharp slap across Hoseok's face. Hoseok winced as a tear fell down his cheek. I could tell he was trying his best to act tough, clenching his jaw. Namjoon raised his hand, getting ready to slap him again.

"Hey!" I stormed into the room and glared at Namjoon. He stopped his hand. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh great, you're fucking her–"

I punched him straight in the jaw and kicked him in the gut. He doubled forward and leaned on a desk. I yanked the collar of his shirt and punched him in the nose. I pulled his hair and slammed his head into the wall. He fell onto the floor, glaring up at me. Hoseok stopped me from kicking the living shit out of him by holding onto my arms.

"Don't ever lay a hand on Hoseok. Got that!?! Or else," I scoffed as his nose bled, "things would get more bloody." He gave me the finger and limped out of the classroom. "Yeah, fuck off." I muttered.

Two arms snaked around my waist; I heard sniffling from behind. My shoulder felt wet from Hoseok's tears.

I turned towards him, my voice calm.He let go and slowly nodded, looking at the ground. I held his face and saw the huge red mark on his left cheek.

He shook his head. A tear trailed down his cheek and streams followed. His face twisted with sadness and fear as he covered his face with shaking hands.

"Hey, hey," I hugged him and patted his back. "I'm here, I'm here, you're okay." He tightly hugged me back, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "I'm here."

"Hey Yoo– Hoseok!" Jin ran towards us, Jimin following him. "What happened?"

Hoseok cried silently and let go to hug Jin. He held onto him tightly, his body shaking.

"Namjoon happened." I deadpanned.

"It's okay Hoseok." Jin softly pet his head. He held his shoulders. Hoseok nodded.

Jimin hugged Hoseok. "Aww, please don't cry!" Jimin grabbed a tissue box and handed Hoseok tissues. Hoseok wiped his tears and shook his head. "So, what did Namjoon do?" Jimin asked, his face turning serious.

"Basically abused him." I cracked my knuckles. "Next time I see him try to lay a hand on Hobi, I'm gonna–"

"You will stop him in a well mannered way." Jin said.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"I don't want anyone else getting hurt. This'll only make things worse." said Jin.

I sighed and nodded.

"If he does lay a hand on Hoseok, I'll have to stop Namjoon myself..." Jin sighed. "He seems to listen to me the most out of the three of us."

"But what if you get hurt??" I growled. Hoseok stood next to me, his soft hand holding mines. I relaxed a little. He always eased me whenever I'm tense.

"I'll be fine. He's never physically hit me."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "That guy always hits on you."

"Please, don't even talk about that. I-it's embarrassing....." His cheeks were faintly tinted with pink. "Anyways," Jin fixed his glasses. "We just have to make sure Namjoon doesn't harm Hoseok again. That's the last thing we need to happen."

I narrowed my eyes. I wanna fucking kill that son of a bitch.