"friends" - a yoonmin ff ENG

partial ref

Morning comes around faster than I want it to. Today's the 10th day - The closing date.

I feel like crap and honestly speaking? I have no idea if this track came out the way I wanted it to. I don't know if Namjoon's gonna like it.

Mentally dead beat, I make my way to school. English and Chemistry is chill, so I just catch up on my sleep. When the bell finally signals our lunch break, I drop down on my couch at the library and fall asleep right away.

The first thing I see when I wake up are his blond hair.

Jimin.

When Namjoon smiles at me, I jump up, take my stuff and storm off with a "see ya later". I think I hear Jimin shouting after me, but I already run down the first flight of stairs. I don't wanna see his face right now. I can't.

He already told me everything I need to know. Now I know what he thinks of me. He thinks that I'm an egoistic and selfish asshole. He thinks that I only hang out with them to take advantage of their abilities to finish that one song.

He thinks that I don't even like them. Him.

Aish!!! This shit is pissing me off!

I mean, he's the only reason I slipped into this friendship-drama-bullshit, can't he see that?!

You know what? Screw it. Screw him! I don't need this shit!

In PE I just do my thing. Basketball is something I'm good at but right now, I just want to be left alone - so I cheat a lot, foul a lot. The only reason I'm still playing is because of the female referee. The red-head. And she's making me really really angry.

"Bitch, can't you see me fouling the others the whole time?! What kind of a fucking partial ref are you even? Do you honestly think I'd go out with you if you let me win like this?!"

Everyone stopped playing and gathered around by the time I'm finished scolding her. Everyone is staring at us and I hate it. Our teacher has his hands on his hips.

"Min Yoonig, what's this about?"
"Sir, I think the ref is partial."
"That's a serious accusation. Do you have any proof?"
"I was fouling the whole time and all she did was smile at me. Why can't she just fucking remove me from the field?!"

I feel like I'm literally fuming from anger. The teacher's mouth drops open. A student who's that good at basketball is begging to be removed from the field?

The red-head only fumbles with the hem of her shirt while looking at me flirtatiously.

"Y...Yoongi-oppa... I---"
"I LIKE JIMIN, FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Why can't y'all just leave me alone with your lovey dovey bullshit?!"

I throw the basketball onto the ground, making it jump into Jimin's arms. As I catch him staring at me dumbfounded, it hits me. My eyes widen and everyone - everyone - is staring at us.

Fuck. F U C K!
WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

"S-Sir, I'm gonna go now. I feel sick."

Our teacher just nods as I storm off into the boy's changing room. I change into my normal shoes and stuff the rest of my clothes into my sports bag. I can get changed at home.

On my way to the train station, my mind is occupied with one simple question:

Min fucking Yoongi, what the hell were you saying?!