Heavenly Touch||YOONMIN

✧𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛✧

Yoongi POV

The sun beaming on my skin. I sat in the middle of the track field, sweat running down my forehead, wincing at the pain coming from my right ankle. 

Yg "Tch."

No-one stopped by, no one checked up on me, I silently stayed on the floor, holding back the tears of agony, as the others ran past me. 

Guess I can only help myself.

I painfully got up, my right leg trembling, bouncing my way to the teacher.

Yg "M. I think I sprained my ankle, may I go to the nurses' office?"

Teacher "Sure, go ahead," coldly he responded, not even taking a second to examine me.

Even teachers here know about the rumors, this is the shittiest place on earth I could be right now.

I looked back at the field, the other students were all staring at me, not a single one seemed concerned. They probably all see me as a monster, not feeling pain from my throbbing purple-tinted ankle, but I prefer this to be overcrowded by worried teenagers.

Once they noticed I was glancing back, they all went back to running...except for one.

I sighed.

I made my way inside the school, up the stairs to the second floor. Letting out low groans from the piercing ache coming from my ankle. Didn't even bother going to the nurse, an ice pack won't make any big difference. 

I found myself back to the empty homeroom, poorly erased chalk on the board from the class before. Books, notebooks, pens, and pencils, still taking up space on the desks. Chairs and desks misplaced from the commotion of students leaving.

I sat down at my desk, finally resting my burning ankle, the seat was cold. 

Looking out the window beside me, the rest of the class were getting into groups to play football. Glad I made it out of that situation, I'm always last picked, even so, I spend my time on the bench. It's not like the scaredy cat teacher will try to tell me otherwise.

I rested my head, the coldness of the desk surface and the warmth of the sun made me relax. Plugging my earphones, listening back to the sounds I made early this morning. I found myself quickly slipping into a slumber. 

Jimin POV

Team captain, always and forever. I was nominated as captain for the football game we were about to play. It was sickening, noticing their fake smiles of admiration. 

I peeped over my shoulder, catching sight of a recognizable figure inside our homeroom.

Jm "Teach, I forgot something back in class!" I spurted out, making up an excuse on the go.

Teacher "Of course, take your time M. Park," he grinned.

They'll let me do anything at this school just because my dad donates a lot of cash. What a bunch of money blinded fools.

I pointed out someone from the crowd of students, making them the new team captain, and ran inside the building.

I rapidly went up the stairs, slowing down to catch my shaky breath before entering the homeroom.

I steadily opened the door. The small figure of Yoongi, laying on his desk, was a sight to see. I approached him, standing in front of his desk.

I crouched down, resting my head on his desk, face to face to his uncovered face. Never had I noticed how soft he looked. The sun was caressing his fair skin, eyelashes long and dark. 

I analyzed him, I was curious about him, I was dazzled by him.

Without thinking, as if it was on instinct, my hand made its way to the young boys' hair. Stroking the fluffy black locks.

He looked like a puppy, so sweet, so innocent...but he also seemed in pain. A pain like mine.

Before getting lost in my thoughts, my hand was slapped away from Yoongis' head.

Yg "What the hell are you doing?" he growled.

Jm "N-nothing...there was something in your hair," I let out, clearly flustered.

Suddenly being faced with his strong personality, completely contradicting his gentle features.    I felt his eyes on me, it wasn't menacing but nowhere near nice either. Maybe did he like having his hair being stroked but won't admit it.

Yg "What are you doing here anyway...team captain," he mockingly said.

Jm "I came for something but I forgot what I came for," an excuse again.

He went back to sleep, just like that, not questioning anything.

Jm "So how's your ankle? Does it feel better? Were you faking to get out of playing football? Pretty understandable. I would've done the same-"

Yg "So when can I go back to sleep?" he mumbled, cutting me off.

I flushed embarrassed. 

Leaving, without any more words, as if I could add anything to him obviously telling me to get out. I closed the door behind me, my heart beating as loud as drums inside my ears, my unsteady breath, letting my heavy body slide down to the floor, covering my face.

That was so stupid Jimin! I screamed to myself internally.

At that moment... under the sunlight... he looked so peaceful, 

He was beautiful,

Beautiful...but lonely.

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( 860 words)

Wow, that was harder than expected to get back into the story but I made it!

Hopefully, I didn't lose any of my writing creativity...anyway, I think I have a clearer idea of where I want to bring this story! 

So stay tuned :))