Troublemaker

"Are you trying to make Taehyung jealous?" Haerim scoffed, folding her arms rudely. She sounds so fucking stupid. Does she know that?

"Yah-"

"Stop it. I can't stand you anymore. Sora and I are officially together because we have mutual feelings for each other. Araso? Taehyung is yours, so stop being rude to Sora," Jimin said sharply.

"Hah, this is unbelievable. You're already on her side? Well, good luck with that," Haerim scoffed at Jimin.

"She's my girlfriend. If I don't side with her, then what am I? I'm not the type to dump her when things get out of hand," Jimin mocked, turning to raise his eyebrow at Taehyung in disappointment.

"I'm just afraid she'll keep on stealing my-"

"Don't touch me! I'm not an object! I don't belong to anyone! So stop saying I'm yours! Did you really think you deserved me?!" Taehyung angrily yanked his arm away from Haerim and pushed his way out of the crowd.

"Taehyung! Taehyung-ah!" Haerim chased after Taehyung as he stomped out of the canteen angrily. This is complicated...

"Kaja," Jimin exhaled, pulling me out of the crowd. People whispered and stared at us as we passed by. Sora... ignore the voices... don't listen to them. Jimin went to class after lunch, so I headed to the library to chat with Namjoon.

After School

I slowly walked out of the alpha building and onto the empty field. I turned around to search for Jimin, but he was nowhere to be found. Sighing, I circled the building. Taehyung's horrified looks kept on flashing in my head. Why was he so shocked? The way he yelled at Haerim was scary... I thought they were together...?

"JEBAL! I'M SO SORRY!" Someone screamed in pain from behind the building. Oh? What's going on?

"You think your apologies will make up for it?!" Minho growled at someone. I slowly walked towards the back of the building out of curiosity. And to my horror, a young boy was bleeding on the ground as Minho and his friends ganged around the boy.

"I promise I'll get you- ARGGHHHH!" The boy begged in fear, but Minho kicked him hard in the chest... sending the boy back onto the ground. Why is he bullying the kid?

"What are you doing?" I asked, casually approaching Minho. His head immediately snapped in my direction. I glanced at the familiar faces with my arms crossed. Hoseok too? I expected more from him. What is he doing with Minho anyways? Shouldn't he be with Seokjin?

"Ah... bloodsucker-"

"Say that one more time, and I'll make sure you'll regret it," I muttered, cutting Minho off... causing him to roll his eyes at me.

"What can you do, bloodsucker?" Minho chuckled, turning to face me with a smug smile. He panted against my face, then grazed his finger over my cheek, so I hastily smacked it away. I got the power, not him. Namjoon's words echoed in my head.

"How're the goods coming through Busan? Ah, I heard there was an issue with it, right? Maybe you should ask your parents for help," I smiled smugly at Minho. His face turned pale at my words. Namjoon told me all about Minho. He's smuggling drugs in Busan without his parent's knowledge.

"What are you talking about?" Minho gulped, turning to look at Hoseok and the other alphas in fear. Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but said nothing.

"You know what I'm talking about. Five thousand pounds of-"

"Don't you dare! I'll get you next time!" Minho grits angrily before stomping off. I guess knowing his weakness is a good thing. Use it against them. I turned to look at the other lower-ranked alphas with a questioning look.

"Wae? Ka(go)..." I nodded at them. To be honest, I'm so fucking nervous right now. I hope they can't see through me... and to my relief, they quickly followed Minho. I turned to find Hoseok staring at me. What does he want?

"You're scared," He smirked, causing my head to snap in his direction in shock. How did he know? Hoseok didn't respond and strode away without another word. I stood watching him disappear with my mouth hanging open. How the hell did he know I was scared?

"T-thank you," The young boy whispered as he sat on the ground, rubbing his chest in pain. Are they even human? He's bleeding... poor kid.

"Come on, let's get you fixed," I smiled, helping him up, and weirdly the boy refused to look me in the eyes. He was lean, tall, and pale. He had black bowl-cut hair. Is he scared of me? Am I that scary...? I helped the boy back to the alpha lounge. It was empty since everyone left already. I'm still waiting for Jimin to finish his work. He asked me to wait for him.

"What's your name?" I asked while dabbing the cotton softly against the bruise on his lips. The boy winced in pain, so I pulled my hands back. Did I hurt him???

"J-Jae Yangcha- I'm a rookie alpha," The boy answered, uncomfortably averting his eyes away from me. Ah... the ten new rookie alphas?

"Why are you afraid of me?" I asked while staring at him. The kid can't even look at me in the eyes... Wae?

"N-neh? You're the supreme alpha, of course-"

"Don't be. I won't hurt you," I smiled while applying a bit of cream on his wound. I understood what Namjoon meant... the powerless alphas will not last because they're too weak to defend themselves unless they find a strong ally.

"It's really okay. Them hurting me is okay, but I can't imagine what you're going through though. They say a lot of mean stuff about you. Isn't it scary to know your life is always at risk?" The boy muttered while staring at his hands. Awe... how sweet of him... I wish every alpha was this pure and innocent... but that's why he won't last... purity will be the cause of your death ... Namjoon's voice echoed in my head.

"Yah- being a punching bag is never okay! How can you say that?! You can't let people beat you up like this!" I snapped at Yangcha, causing him to flinch in fright. Oh - Mohyah? Did I scare him...?

"I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you-"

"Yah, don't be afraid of me. I was just joking!" I gasped, reaching out to comfort Yangcha, who was rubbing his palms together in fear. He won't survive... if he continues to be like this... that makes me sad... the goddamn society turns us into monsters.

"N-neh. I understand. Thank you for helping me," Yangcha broke into a weak smile and finally looked me in the eyes.

"Aniyo...it's nothing. Next time, when people hurt you, tell them I have your back, araso?" I smiled while ruffling his hair. No one deserves to go through such pain... not even Yangcha.

"Can I call you supreme alpha noona?" Yangcha cutely smiled at me. Supreme alpha noona? That's so cringy! I sniggered before turning to look at him dead in the eyes.

"Andwae! I don't like it. Call me Sora noona," I shook my head at him. The sadness in Yangcha's eyes slowly disappeared. Replaced by tiny sparks of happiness instead. Sometimes... All you need is someone to be there for you.

"N-neh, my parents will be proud to hear about you," Yangcha softly chuckled. He's about 16 years old, I guess... still has a baby face... too young... for this fucked up society.

"Noona..." Yangcha suddenly turned stiff and glanced away uncomfortably.

"Hmm?" I asked in confusion. Why is he suddenly like that again? Did I do something wrong?

"This is weird to ask... but can I have your number...? I-I mean people won't believe me if I just tell them you're-"

"Ah, you're so cute. Of course, give me your phone," I ruffled his hair, so he beamed excitedly and handed me his phone. I dialed my number on his phone. I turned on his camera, took a selfie with him, and then saved it on his contact.

"Thank you, Sora noona! You're the best!" Yangcha grinned and hugged his phone happily. I stared at him sadly. I hope you'll stay strong... I hope you'll survive this society...

"Oh- Sora," Jimin came bursting through the door but quickly turned the other way- the instant he saw me. What's wrong with him...?

"Oh! Isn't that Jimin hyung!? I've always admired him!" Yangcha whispered in shock as I eyed Jimin suspiciously. What's with him? Why is he looking the other way?

"I'll introduce you to Jimin hyung some other time. You should head home now. It's getting late," I smiled. Yangcha cutely nodded and walked out of the lounge while keeping his eyes on Jimin in awe. However, Jimin was still hiding his face from me.

"What's going on?" I asked and got onto my feet... slowly approaching Jimin.

"Don't come close to me!" Jimin suddenly snapped and covered his face. I stopped dead in shock. Why is he hiding from me?

"Jimin... What happened?" I asked, approaching him again. Jimin tried to walk away, but I caught his arm and pulled him back. He quickly turned away, but I managed to reach out and drew his face towards mine- Omo... What the hell?

"S-sora...," Jimin whispered nervously while chewing his lips.

"Jimin..." I whispered, staring at him with my eyes wide open. My heart twisted in pain. He got bruises all over his face. A split lips and a bloody bruise right next to his eyes. He must've gotten into a fight with someone.

"It's nothing- don't worry about me," Jimin tried to shrug it off with a smile, but I quickly turned his face towards mine again. He stood staring at me in silence.

"Come here, don't hide it from me," I sighed, pulling him into the student lounge. Jimin quietly watched me fix his wound. So this is why it took him forever to show up, huh?

"Aren't you going to ask me who I fought with?" Jimin gulped, so I paused to look him in the eyes. I'm worried about you...

"You can tell me when you're ready," I shrugged and resumed dabbing on his wound again.

"Are you mad at me?" Jimin questioned, grabbing my hand to stop me from touching him.

"Aniyo... Why would I be? I'm worried. I don't know why or how you got into the fight- but you must've had a reason for it," I sighed, reaching out to apply the cream to his face.

"AH-" Jimin suddenly whimpered in pain... scaring the shit out of me. Oh god... it must be painful!

"Mianhae! Does it hurt?" I quickly got up onto my feet anxiously when Jimin fell back onto the couch... rolling back and forth... screaming in pain. My heart started racing in panic when Jimin wouldn't stop howling. Wae? Why is he in so much pain???

"Ow ow ow!" Jimin howled with his hands pressed against his face. My hands started trembling. Oh god, it's my fault... W-what did I do to him?!

"Jimin-ah! Jimin! Gwaenchana?! I'm sorry!" I gasped, attempting to pull him into a sitting position. I should call for help! Tears started to form in my eyes as Jimin's face twisted in pain.

"It hurts! Sora! My eyes hurt because you're so pretty!" Jimin cried, and before I even knew it- Jimin grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me down towards him. I stumbled and landed right on top of him. The pain on Jimin's face faded away... replaced by a smirk instead. I stared at him with my eyes wide open. M-moh? He's not hurt?

"YAH PARK JIMIN-" Jimin leaned upward to press his lips against mine. This is so not funny!! I resisted him, but he wouldn't let go of me no matter how hard I smacked him, so I gave in. Jimin smiled as he caressed his lips against mine, causing my cheeks to heat up. He reached out to cup my cheeks... kissing me deeper. He slid one of his arms around my waist and across my back. Shivers ran down my spine when his fingers grazed my ear.

"It's inappropriate to do this at school," I smiled, finally pulling my lips away from his. Jimin grimaced and attempted to kiss me again, but I pushed him away and sat up to fix my shirt. My cheeks flushed red when I realized I was sitting on his lap. Oh god... this is embarrassing.

"W-we better go," I stuttered, trying to get off him, but Jimin pushed himself up and drew me towards him again. I gave him a quick peck before getting off his lap... smiling like an idiot. My heart is out of control! Why does my heart flutter so much? Ah... I'm going crazy!

"Araso- Kaja jagiyaaa~" Jimin chuckled and got onto his feet with me. I patted my shirt and hair to make sure it wasn't messy before walking out of the lounge with Jimin. The school was pretty empty since everyone left. We got into the car, and the driver took off towards the Jeon's and Kim's mansion.

"Do you want to eat ramen tonight?" Jimin grinned at me with a dirty expression on his face, causing my cheeks to heat up. I never knew he was this dirty-minded!

"A hot and steamy ramen sounds good to me," I smiled, wiggling my eyebrows until Jimin burst out laughing at me. We almost got to the front door when Jungkook came bursting towards us.

"Where have you been?" I asked curiously.

"Home, of course. AND YOU FUCKING-"

"ARGGHHH! MOHYAH?!" Jungkook slammed his fist hard against Jimin's cheek... sending him stumbling across the ground. I turned to look at Jungkook in horror. Why did he punch Jimin? Is he out of his mind?!

"JIMIN GWAENCHANA?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I snapped at Jungkook angrily, but he took a step forward and pushed me away before grabbing onto Jimin's collar. My blood started to boil as he threw another punch at Jimin's face. WHAT THE FUCK?!

"WAE?! WHY DID YOU DO IT?! YOU'RE HIS FUCKING FRIEND!" Jungkook roughly thrust Jimin away, sending Jimin stumbling backward.

"WHAT DID I DO WRONG!? HE STARTED IT! I THOUGHT HE LIKED HER- BUT HE WENT BACK TO HAERIM LIKE A FOOL!" Jimin roared angrily at Jungkook. He's talking about Taehyung... but why are they fighting...?

"BUT STILL- HE WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND!" Jungkook bellowed at Jimin in rage.

"HAH! WHY DO YOU CARE!? GO BACK TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND! THIS IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Jimin furiously glared at Jungkook and rubbed away the blood running from his nose.

"YOU-"

"ENOUGH! BREAK IT! COME INSIDE THE MANSION!" Mr. Jeon appeared looking frustrated with his hands on his hips. Jimin and Jungkook shot each other a sharp glare, then stomped into the mansion after Mr. Jeon. It seems like we're in trouble. I quietly walked in... seriously... What is wrong with Jungkook?! He's getting on my nerves.

Mr. Jeon sat down on the couch... breathing heavily at the alphas. I turned to my right, and my heart stopped beating. Taehyung was sitting on the couch with his arms spread over the couch and legs crossed. He was emptily glaring off into the distance. His face. I blinked in shock before turning to look at Jimin and then back to Taehyung. There were bruises all over Taehyung's face too. A deep cut on his cheekbone, purple eyes, and a bleeding nose. My jaw dropped open in horror... Jimin got into a fight with Taehyung. Oh my god... Why are they fighting each other?! They're friends!

"Sora, I'm very disappointed in you. You're the supreme alpha, and your safety is our priority. Why did you sneak out of the mansion? Please value your life!" Mr. Jeon sternly stared at me in disappointment. My heart sank at his words... I stared at him with my eyes wide open.

"H-how..." I whispered in shock. No words came out of my lips... I was speechless. How did he know...?

"Jungkook saw you the other night, but that's not important. Sora, you've been in danger before! You can't keep on risking your life!" Mr. Jeon's words flew right out of my head. Fire erupted in my chest... I slowly turn to look at Jungkook in rage. What. A. Fucking. Asshole.

"M-moh?!" Jungkook snapped as I continued to glare at him. So it was him?

"Sora, listen-"

"It was you, huh? You reported it?" I gritted, cutting Mr. Jeon off with flames in my eyes. All my life- I've never wanted to kill anyone as badly as I want to murder Jungkook right now.

"Hey! I'm doing it for your own good! ARGGHHHH-" before Jungkook could finish his sentence, I launched toward Jungkook. He screamed in panic and tripped over the couch.

"OOOOWWW!" Jungkook cried when he collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud. Nothing mattered anymore... All I wanted to do was to kill him.

"SORA-"

"ARGGHHH- YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! WAE?! WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!?" I angrily jumped onto him and smacked his chest in irritation. DUMB SHIT! FUCKING PIECE OF TRASH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! I'M SO FUCKING ANGRY!

"BOTH OF YOU-"

"OOOWWW- STOP IT! ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Jungkook screamed, roughly grabbing onto my hair- pain shot through my scalp. HOW DARE HE PULL MY HAIR!!?

"ARGGHHHH! LET GO! YOU STUPID SHIT! LET GO!" I screamed, clawing my nails into his chest. I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE. WHY DID HE HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING?! WHY WON'T HE LET ME BE HAPPY!?!

"NO, YOU LET GO OF ME!" Jungkook howled in pain as I dug my nails deeper into his chest. Jungkook thrashed so hard, I flew off him and onto the carpet. He swiftly launched on top of me and pinned me down with his strong arms.

"GET OFF ME-"

"HAH, NO- ARGHHH FUCK," Jungkook let out a painful howl when I kneed him hard in the balls. He fell off me and grabbed onto his crotch in pain. I tried to grab his hair, but he caught my arm and shoved me away. FUCKING ASSHOLE! FUCKING ASSHOOOLEEEE! He hastily pushed my face away when I tried to reach him again. I fell hard onto the floor as he rolled on the ground in pain. 

I WON'T LET HIM LIVE! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! ARGHHHHHHH! ANGER EXPLODED THROUGHOUT MY BODY. I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THIS DUMBASS! ARGGHHHHHHHH! JEON JUNGKOOOOOOK!