dreamer → sope.

28.

yoongi huffed, as he walked into school with seokjin and namjoon. the oldest had made yoongi walk with him and his boyfriend, so he couldnt change his mind. but seokjin was lowkey scary when he was angry, so there was no way yoongi would try to change his mind. 

"joon, did u ask him if he could meet us?" seokjin asked, giving a side-eye to yoongi. the younger was too absorbed in his self-pity to realize that seokjin had even said anything. namjoon looked over at yoongi hesitantly, "yeah, he said he'd meet us there." 

seokjin smiled widely, his plan was going to plan and he had never been happier. 

"yoongi," seokjin stated. yoongi didn't acknowledge the older, causing seokjin to go over to him and slap his across the back of his head. yoongi stumbled forward in surprise, "what was that for?! dude?!" yoongi exclaimed, getting himself steady again.

seokjin burst out laughing, shaking his head as he recollected the sight of seeing yoongi fall. "yoongi, we need you to come to joon's locker with us, we, uh, need to get something." he said, glancing a look at his boyfriend who was texting him. 

yoongi shrugged, it wasn't like he had any choice, seokjin would make him come with him. yoongi honestly wondered why the fuck he was still friends with seokjin. of course, he was fun to be around sometimes, but he was also very moody. 

"what do you need to get?" yoongi asked, mildly interested. namjoon looked at seokjin, and seokjin looked at namjoon. "binders." "notebooks." they both said at exactly the same time. yoongi raised his brow, "what is it? binders or notebooks?" 

"both." seokjin answered resolutely, not paying much attention to yoongi's brow raise. 

the three of them walked to namjoon's locker, spending the time in silence, since yoongi decided that maybe spending just wallowing in his self-pity would make him feel a little bit better. 

"oh no!" seokjin stated, dramatically when they reached namjoon's locker. "joon and i need to go give in our essays! could you please go get the things out of his locker, yoons? you already know his locker code. okay, thanks! bye!" seokjin screamed, walking off with namjoon before yoongi could even speak. 

yoongi rolled his eyes, seokjin really owed him after this. the boy walked over to the locker, quickly putting in the locker code. of course, it jammed and wouldn't open up properly. "fuck," yoongi muttered, bashing the lockers door. 

"y'know, i dont think its gonna open if you do that." someone spoke from behind him. yoongi quickly turned his head, he swore he nearly got whiplash. the male smirked at him, moving yoongi out the way, so he could fix the locker.

yoongi stood to the side, his fists clenched as anger bubbled up inside of him. no way did he get to just stroll in and act as if nothing happened; something did happen, and he had to realize that something happened. 

"fuck off," yoongi said through gritted teeth, he was so close to beating the shit out of him. the male stepped back, surprised. "woah, i was only helping you."

"i dont fucking need your help. you cant just stroll back in here as if nothing happened! something did fucking happen, so take notice of it. stop pretending as if everything's ok!" yoongi took a breath, letting his tears flow. "you don't have the right to make me feel like shit, and then talk to me as if we're talking for the first time. you're not fucking allowed to make me feel like i'm the problem! fuck off, jung hoseok! stop making me feel like this! y-you fucking hurt me." yoongi finished screaming, before walking off in the opposite direction. 

hoseok just stood there confused. 

what the fuck?