Yoongi wasn’t loud when he got angry, which honestly made it worse.

Most people expected yelling or throwing punches right away, but with him it usually started small. A sharp comment. A look that lingered too long. His patience thinning so quietly that nobody noticed until something finally snapped.

Today it happened in the music room after school. The producer from another class kept talking over him during rehearsal, changing beats Yoongi had already finished and laughing every time someone pointed it out. At first Yoongi ignored it, headphones around his neck while he messed with the soundboard like none of it bothered him.

Then the guy deleted one of Yoongi’s files by accident. The room went dead silent.

Yoongi stood up so fast his chair scraped harshly against the floor. Before anyone could react, he shoved the other guy away from the computer hard enough to make him stumble back into a desk.

“What is wrong with you?” someone muttered.

Yoongi dragged a hand over his face. The anger sat weird on him, restless and sharp, like he physically didn’t know where to put it. “Don’t touch my stuff,” he said flatly.

The other guy scoffed, saying it was just a file, acting like it wasn’t serious. That made the air in the room shift again.

For a second it looked like he was going to walk away. Instead, he stepped forward and swung once quick, enough to knock the guy’s head to the side and send him stumbling back into the desk again.

The room erupted immediately. Someone yelled. Chairs scraped. A teacher shouted from the doorway for everyone to stop. Yoongi didn’t look shocked at what he did. If anything, he looked more annoyed at himself for letting it get there.