DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

58. Backfiring

A/N~ I feel like I should maybe put a warning that this one's heavy. I've heard that the early chapters of this book actually made some people cry, and I know that sometimes parts of the story can get pretty depressing. This is probably one of those times, so please read with caution. 🖤

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And ran, and ran, and ran.

And, of course, Jimin did too.

As soon as Yoongi heard the sound of their footsteps combining against the gravel, he quickly cut through an old apartment complex in the hopes of losing track of Jimin. And for a split second, it actually seemed to have worked.

After running for what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped to breathe, leaning his back against one of the stone pillars and squeezing his eyes shut. His throat was on fire, waves of heat flowing throughout his body. The only sound now was his heartbeat, threatening to give him away if it hammered in his chest any louder. But even more deafening were Namjoon's words ringing in his ears like a bell, over and over again.

Because in the end, he'd been exactly right.

It was all backfiring now.

He should've listened. He should've told Hoseok the truth. He should've done so, so many things, and yet he chose to do absolutely nothing. When he thought about it, Namjoon had every right to be concerned about him. It was sickening. He was sickening.

"Yoongi?"

Jolting backwards, his eyes flashed open, Park Jimin standing directly in front of him. He could feel Jimin's eyes watching him carefully, ready to bolt after him if he started running again.

"Yoongi," Jimin sighed, leaning a hand against the wall and trying to catch his breath, "please, I really need to just talk to—"

Still, he took his chances, sprinting away and leaving the other in the dust again.

"Yoongi! Jimin called after him, chasing him through the maze of apartment buildings. "Stop being a dick!"

Yoongi's eyes searched furiously for somewhere he could hide, somewhere Jimin couldn't get to. But the only thing standing before him now was the complex's pool, completely deserted since no one dared to swim in this city's icy cold weather.

Surely Jimin wouldn't follow him if he jumped in it, would he? He couldn't be that crazy.

Wrong. Jimin was absolutely insane.

Yoongi squeezed himself through the pool gates, finally feeling grateful that he was born a stick for once in his life. Without thinking, he threw himself into the freezing cold water, his body instantly aching from shock.

And when he came back up for air, he immediately knew he was fucked.

Jimin might not have been born a stick, but he'd been blessed with the kind of strength Yoongi didn't have. Right before his very eyes, he watched in half- fear, half- amazement as Jimin hoisted himself up over the brick wall, tumbling down into one of the bushes and brushing himself off like it was something he did every day.

Yoongi looked behind him, wondering if it was too late to try and make a run for the nearest exit. However, as soon as he felt the splash of Jimin running and jumping into the pool, he had no choice but to admit to himself that it was too late; Jimin had won.

"Min Yoongi, you listen to me right now!" Jimin snapped at him, the venom in his voice forcing Yoongi to turn back around. "Stop trying to run away. It's pathetic."