Ch.51
Seokjin's P.O.V.
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All the first years didn't want to get a ride from me. Yoongi didn't hesitate to leave for the warehouse. It's technically his house so I knew I wouldn't be going there any time soon. Lunch was really awkward. He didn't bother to look at me. Not even in the class we share. As soon as our teacher said we had to find a partner, Yoongi left the classroom entirely. He never came back and frustrated our teacher to no end. I ended up doing the project alone. The most annoying part was my teacher assigning Yoongi as my partner since we always team up. That meant he's going to still get a grade based off my work. This school is loaded with bullsh*t.
I tried not to get too angry. (F/n) came to me last night to talk about the fight. She didn't want me fighting with him anymore because we graduate in two weeks. It's hard to believe I'll be leaving this place now. I used to feel imprisoned here, but I almost didn't want to leave so I could stay with everybody. Now that I'm going to become a model, the idea of leaving doesn't sound so bad. The only thing I don't like is the fact that Yoongi hates me. He can be frustrating like that, but (F/n) told me she had another job to do. My best guess is that she went to talk to Yoongi.
It did get me thinking, but today proved that her work was fruitless. That was to be expected. Yoongi is a stubborn as a rock. Even though he's done all this awful stuff in the past, I've forgiven him without much thought time and time again. I didn't understand why he couldn't do that for me. Is he just that bad of a friend? Maybe it's good for me to go to Australia and cut out all the toxic stuff from my life. Though I didn't want to leave my little sister, Jiwoo alone with my parents, I knew she would be fine. Mom will take care of her and it's not like our father ever paid any attention to his kids.
Jungkook and Jimin followed Yoongi off to the warehouse. I thought Taehyung would go with them, but he didn't. (F/n) trailed behind the silver haired boy. Did they want me to drive them home? That wasn't the case either. Taehyung told me not to worry about it and (F/n) stayed by his side. That's weird. I didn't think about it for too long though. Namjoon and Hoseok joined me in my truck. Do they want to be dropped off at home or to the warehouse? Either way, I'm going to just go home. Yoongi won't like seeing me in the warehouse. I know if I go, there's going to be another fight. Going home is my only option and not a thrilling one.
"So where do you guys want to go?" I drove off campus, glancing at the second years. "Home? The warehouse?"
"I'm not going home." Hoseok shook his head.
"Going to Namjoon's?" I asked, slowling down for a red light.
"Nope. I'm not going home either." Namjoon smirked. That's confusing. I raised a brow at the two who seemed to be enjoying themselves. They acted like they knew something I didn't. "We're going to your house."
"WHAT!?" I abruptly stopped the car.
Our bodies flung forward, but we luckily didn't get hurt. The seatbelts kept us from flying off. My grip on the wheel tightened as I looked at them with a glare. They're crazy if they think they're allowed in my house. I don't have a problem hanging out with them, but there's no way they're coming inside. Dad would get furious to see outsiders, but still wouldn't have shame to yell at me in front of them. Hell, that thing might even beat me in front of them from how aggressive he's been getting lately. Just thinking about that thing makes my blood boil. Hoseok laughed in his seat, grinning at me and Namjoon who sat in the passenger's seat as always. Next time he's going in the back.
"We're hanging out with you, Seokjin hyung!" Hoseok cheered.
"No, guys. You aren't coming over to my house." I shook my head, driving forward when the light turned green. "That's not happening."
"As the leader, I planned a meeting with you at your house with my right-hand man by my side." Namjoon suddenly made up.
"As the eldest, hell no." I scoffed.
"C'mon. We don't have to go to your house, but we need to talk to you." Namjoon frowned.
Hoseok nodded his head like it was really important. What were they thinking? I'd rather drop them off at the warehouse with Yoongi. I knew the second years would want to talk to me about the fight. Hoseok was already giving me puppy eyes to convince me. That Hoseok! I sighed again, driving in the direction of my home. We won't go inside, but we'll stay in the truck. Everything we discuss is not going to leave the truck. At least that's my plan. They're only going to get the same information (F/n) got out of me yesterday. It's not like I don't want to make up with Yoongi. It's just complicated.
Hoseok got really excited when I gave in. He jumped around in the backseat, making Namjoon laugh. I tried to focus on the road, but I occasionally checked on Hoseok through the rearview mirror. The red head was having quite the time back there. Shaking my head, I turned into my street and parked on the opposite side of my house. There's no way I'm going to park in the driveway. The thing will know I'm back and he'll get angry at me for staying outside for too long. One time I slept in the truck instead of going inside and he threatened to lock me out of the household if I was going to continue acting ungrateful. What exactly should I be grateful for?
Unbuckling my seat belt, I adjusted myself in my seat to look at the pink hair and red hair. They both had a plan in mind. Namjoon is smart, so I didn't understand why he would be doing something like this. Usually it was the first years pulling stupid stunts like these. Maybe Hoseok convinced him to do this. They should've seen from the fight that it's not going to be cleared up that easily. Today also proves my case because Yoongi kept his word. He wants nothing to do with me anymore and will act as if I don't even exist. I'm not a member anymore to him. That pained me to think about. I still want to be a part of the gang. I still consider myself as one of them, but he doesn't see it that way. Why? It made me want to shout in frustration.
"I think you know what we want to talk to you about," Namjoon started.
"It's pretty obvious." I leaned against my chair.
"You know that Namjoon wants you to officiate his wedding with (F/n)!?" Hoseok shouted as my eyes widened.
"Wait, what the hell!?" I turned to the leader who shook his head furiously.
"That is not happening!! Hoseok is just crazy!" Namjoon playfully smacked his friend. He shook his head at Hoseok's nonsense while Hoseok seemed pretty proud of himself. My heart was pounding against my chest. Why did I believe him? My first thought was why was (F/n) going to marry him? She is too young. They're also not the legal age to get married so why wasn't that not my first thought? Hoseok grinned and crossed his arms.
"I didn't like you thinking you knew what we were going to talk about." Hoseok shrugged.
"Well is it about the fight with Yoongi?" I asked.
"Yep!" Hoseok grinned.
"God, you are crazy." I laughed. "There's no way (F/n) would marry Namjoon."
"...it's not crazy," Namjoon mumbled.
"Do you think she'll marry one of the first years?" Hoseok looked at me with curiosity. Those options were still not that satisfying to me. If those are (F/n)'s options, I know I'd be disappointed.
"That doesn't matter." I shook my head.
"He's right. We're hear to talk about the fight." Namjoon put us back on track.
Hoseok calmed down and stopped acting hyper. I listened to what Namjoon had to say. It only reminded me of (F/n)'s attempts to get through to me. She did make me think about talking to Yoongi. The thing is that I know how Yoongi is. We've known each other for the longest time out of all the members. Yoongi and I have only been friends for two years out of all the years we've known about each other. We're kind of like opposites. He had a negative and dark reputation following him when he first talked to me. I had this reputation around me that I didn't even have to work for. My looks were what made me popular. It was all superficial and that gang changed that for me.
The gang has been here for me for a lot of things. It's the main reason I feel alive and like a functioning human being. Yoongi asked me to do a deal out of no where. Doing the deal gave me such a rush that I had never felt before. I liked working with the other members. They didn't care about my reputation at school. To them I wasn't an object to stare at. That's so important to me. Just having them call me their friend means the world to me. I've never told them that. I only ever told these thoughts to Yoongi when we were going to become third years. Taehyung had joined our gang, making everything feel more complete.
Namjoon told me about how Taehyung felt when he saw the fight. I felt bad for the little kid. The second years cared about him in particular. They found him and insisted that Yoongi and I help him out. When Hoseok told me about the situation, I thought they were just getting attached to a homeless. I soon learned that wasn't the case when Namjoon got out of the truck to find Taehyung passing out near a payphone. We all connected on a level most people don't on the first day of meeting each other. It made me feel disappointed in myself for attacking Yoongi. I tried defending myself and making him understand, but that didn't work at all.
Yoongi and I embarrassed ourselves in front of all the members. I should't have punched him or brought up his past. He said things he shouldn't have too and did regrettable actions with me. We were both to blame. Nothing was one person's fault. I'm mature enough to realize that. The only problem is that Yoongi will probably never come to that conclusion. I'm left alone to grow up while he's staying stuck. It's not only frustrating that he won't understand, but that he still acts like the world hates him. Hasn't the gang taught him that he's cared for and doesn't need to have trust issues like this?
"The fight isn't just between you guys. It affects all the members." Namjoon stared me in the eye. Sometimes he left me shocked from how mature he was himself. Namjoon had a lot of qualities about him that made him admirable as a leader. That's why I listen to him despite being his hyung.
"Especially Taehyung." Hoseok looked out the window. "Y'know how we get a little protective over him."
"He's like your child. I know." I chuckled lightly. "He's not even the maknae and has a better living situation now."
"He used to be the maknae." Hoseok pouted.
"And yeah, he may have a better living situation now, but I still have to take care of him. Y'know?" Namjoon tilted his head. "He doesn't look both ways before crossing the street sometimes, so I have to keep him in check."
"He holds Taehyung's hand!" Hoseok snickered, getting a quick glare from his best friend.
"Wait. Are you the reason Taehyung always holds my hand before crossing the street?" My mouth opened wide to see Namjoon blush. "Namjoon, no! He's a first year in high school already! You baby him more than I baby Jungkookie!"
"I don't do it on purpose!" Namjoon defended himself.
"Do you hold Jimin's hand too?" I questioned with a serious voice.
"Only when I'm with Taehyung because he gets jealous." Namjoon tried making excuses. I know how those two would fight over being his favorite. Jimin and Taehyung are best friends, so they tease each other a lot when it comes to Namjoon. Hoseok couldn't stop laughing at how red the leader's face was getting. "H-Hey! You always buy Jungkook food!"
"But he doesn't ever pay me back! At least Taehyung idolizes you guys!" I scoffed.
"Aw, you know Kookie is thankful though." Hoseok smiled. "The first years are all so adorable and very sensitive. Seeing their hyungs fight is like watching their parents fight. Taehyung taught me something about forgiveness that I won't ever forget." Hoseok glanced at Namjoon who gave me a soft gaze.
"All of them are like orphans. They don't have parents." Namjoon shrugged.
He had a point there. That was something the first years could relate too. I felt like that was the main reason they were stuck to each other like glue. Jungkook was disowned for the stupidest reason, Jimin's parents are never around, and Taehyung lost his mother and considers his father dead. Though he's most likely alive, Taehyung refuses to acknowlegde his existsence anymore. He may have his grandparents, but it's not the same as parents. He still loves his grandparents and they care about him deeply too, but its just not the same. That's why us older members began acting like their parents. It's a weird habit, but we still see each other on the same level though. Like brothers.
"Are you trying to make me feel guilty?" I sighed. "I didn't start the fight."
"We know that, Hyung, but you did let the anger get to you." Hoseok reasoned. "You tried to keep calm. We saw that. In the end, you told Yoongi some nasty things and even punched him."
"I only got his shoulder..." I uttered.
"I don't care if you missed. Either way, you attacked your brother." Namjoon made me shut up. "We're going to fix this problem tonight. I know (F/n) talked to you."
"She did?" Hoseok turned to face his friend. Namjoon kept a stern expression at me.
Nodding my head, I told them exactly what happened last night. I was at home after Hoseok and Jimin dropped me off. Only a few hours passed and I was starting to calm down. It was really hard with an alcoholic shouting at me. That thing pushed me into the wall that night. He got annoyed with me for my tone of voice. He didn't care when he pushed me into a bunch of crap. I brought down a bookcase, chair, and almost the small kitchen table we own. It didn't help that there's trash all over the floor. Then he ordered me to fix the mess I supposedly created. I wanted to ignore the pain so I weakly put everything back in its place. What's the point though? I preferred it when he just yelled at me. Lately, he's been making his anger physical. Mom refuses to do a thing about it and blames me for treating him cruelly. That I deserve it.
When (F/n) came, I wasn't in the best mood. I was tired with life. Australia sounded like heaven to me. An escape from that house. I didn't want to be anywhere near it that I forgot my first ever escape. The people who helped me forget. (F/n) arrived by the time the alcoholic was passing out. Seeing her brought me into realization that the gang existed. How could I be happy though? Yoongi basically tried to kick me out of the gang. She didn't let me think like that anymore. (F/n) did her best to comfort me and get me to understand not just Yoongi's point of view, but of the other members. Just like what Namjoon and Hoseok are doing right now for me.
But I was rude. What a sh*tty thing for me to do to her. After I did it, I immediately regretted it. I asked her if she still had a crush on me to make all the things she said pointless. She's such a good friend and a sweetheart. Then I hit a soft spot with the worst intentions. Luckily, (F/n) called me out and didn't back down. She even stopped me when I implied having sex with her. How classy am I? There's a lot that I share with Yoongi. I seem to be numb to female affection and he's numb to most people. There's only a few people in our lives that we can truly trust. I feel like now, I should understand that (F/n) is somehow I shouldn't toy with. She's a great friend.
"Wow, (F/n)'s so thoughtful." Hoseok rested against Namjoon's chair. "(F/n)'s such a good friend to us!"
"I know I told her to wait, but it's been getting to me too." Namjoon ran a hand through his hair. "You guys are graduating soon."
"Yeah..." I wanted to hit the horn on my truck. "Do you think Yoongi is willing to talk to me now? I mean, you saw him today."
"Are you willing to talk to him? I mean, I saw you today." Hoseok raised a brow. How could these second years be so understanding and mature? They took my words and made me realize how ridiculous I truly am. They're putting all this effort and doing this because they care. I really can't let these guys go. And lord knows how much I appreciate Yoongi as a friend.
"(F/n) talked to Yoongi too," Namjoon said as I put my seatbelt back on. My mind was made up. "I think we can get him to talk too."
"Yeah! Let's go to the warehouse." I turn my key, taking the truck out of park. I looked over my shoulder to see the pink hair and red head grinning. "I'm ready."