Heavenly Touch||YOONMIN

✧𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚢✧

Jimin POV

Walking down the empty school halls, I felt peaceful. The raindrops gently sliding down the clean windows.

It was a common practice of mine to step out of class whenever I experienced any kind of discomfort or just boredom in general. Teachers let me do anything, it's as if I was a king in a dictatorship.

Suddenly, out the window, I saw someone running in the front yard of the school. I rested on the window frame, analyzing who was coming in so late.

After a quick glance, my eyes open, my mouth gaped open. It was...Yoongi?

This feeling, I wanted to run towards him. Maybe I should bring him an umbrella or a towel, he looks drenched. Doesn't he take the bus or his parents could've driven him here?

I started stumbling down the staircase, making my way to the front doors. As I approached, it's as if an invisible force stopped me in my tracks. My legs were stuck to the ground, my body twitching but not advancing.

Regretfully, I backed away. It probably isn't the best of ideas to get close to him.

I remorsefully head back to class, my feet dragging on the school tiles.

Sitting quietly at my desk, I watched as Yoongi entered the class. His face was red, his hair wet and clothes dripping.

I look away...

*Bell ring*

Jk "I'm so tired!", loudly complained the younger.

Tae "That's cause your dumbass was still up playing LOL at 2 am", scolded the other.

I gaze as both of my friends bicker over Jungkook needing more sleep to become taller, eating my lunch made by my mom. A bento box, rice, diced fish, fresh fruit, and veggies.

Lost in my own thoughts, I was cut off by Taehyung suddenly stealing my fruits.

Jm "Hey!", I immediately shout.

Tae "Gotta stay on your toes", mischievously giggled the boy.

Back in class, I talked with my two friends, patiently waiting for the teacher to arrive.

As Jungkook spoke, sitting at his desk beside mine, I could see in my peripheral vision, Yoongi soundly asleep on his desk.

He looked as peaceful as last time. The afternoon rainy clouds seemed to tenderly rock Yoongi to sleep. I was hypnotized by him. He must be having a great life to sleep like this. Maybe his dad isn't as obsessive and crazy as mine...

My heart started pounding, the blood in my veins boiling, my head felt dizzy. I don't know what's happening. The image of my dad invaded my mind, the words he screamed at me so many times. Why is this happening?

The rumbling in my stomach made it clear that I couldn't stand this any longer. Quickly, I stood up, excusing myself from my friends.

Jm "Sorry guys, not feeling too good", I blurt out leaving the class towards the bathroom.

Yoongi POV

Everyone had left for lunch, obviously, I stayed seated in class. First of all, I was too tired to get up, second, my ankle was still hurting, and third, I hate the people at this school.

As time passed by, I decided it would be best to spend my time doing something productive. Taking out my notebook, still damp from this morning's rain. I start writing down some lyrics. Not for any song, in particular, I just let my hand do its own thing really.

Scribbled words, badly erased ones, the blank paper was already filled.

Before continuing, I stare outside. The sun was hiding behind grey clouds. For I wished a thunderstorm would come around.

Abruptly taking out of my thoughts, the school bell announcing the end of lunch break rang.

I put away my notebook and writing material. Still looking out the window, at my desk, I lay my head on my crossed arms. Without realizing it, my eyes grew heavier, my vision blurred and my mind faded.

Though, after what felt like an eternity, I was awoken by people talking. I didn't bother to open my eyes, nor was I interested in who was speaking. I did recognize that voice.

This angelic, soft-spoken voice, unexpectedly left the classroom, leaving the air empty of its beauty.

I slowly open my eyes. Jimin wasn't in his seat anymore. Not that I would care...well that's what I initially thought.

Watching the clock tick, I couldn't help but start worrying, Jimin still hasn't come back.

Yg "Sigh.."

I seriously cannot believe I'm doing this right now. I repeat to myself as I slowly get up from my chair, heading out the door at the back of the class.

Just like a ghost, no one bothered looking in my direction, not even the teacher to ask me where I was going. Honestly, I was relieved no one asked where I was going. Admitting to going to find Jimin was the last thing I hope would come out of my mouth.

Trailing my feet down the hallway, I contemplate the grey coloured sky, how much I wanted to go out to smell the fresh air of the rainy day. Though, I had something to take care of first.

Silently, I push open the door of the boys bathroom. The room was quiet, I initially believed, before I started to catch the sound of swallowed up tears. I knew those too well.

Walking in front of the stalls, I spot the expensive looking shoes under one of the doors. It was also the only one in use. This adds up, Jimin was crying in there.

Softly, I knock on the door.

Jm "Yes..?", he whimpered out.

Yg "Are you okay?"

Jm "Oh it's you...Yeah, no I'm fine", he baffled, obviously lying.

Yg "Do you really think I'm that dumb? Open the god damn door", I let out, not as rudely as it may sound.

I hear the sound of sniffing, movement, and finally, the door unlocking.

Seeing him, red and puffy eyes, sitting calmy on the toilet, paper in his hands, looking at me like a lost child. I avoid his stare, dammit why is my heart fluttering.

Yg "What are you doing?"

Jm "Letting some emotions out..."

Yg "I see. I'll leave you to it then", I said with an indifferent tone, even thought I wasn't indifferent at all.

As smoothly as I came in, I exit the bathroom, reganing my seat in the homeroom. Still unnoticed.

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I know, I know...I haven't posted in months😭
School is literally sucking the life out of my soul, for some reason though I regained some inspiration for this story!
Hopefully I update soon💀
I promise this is getting somewhere