Yoongi and Hoseok had made history at St. John's Catholic High School.
It wasn't a good one either.
By the end of the week, everyone knew. Now, no one could look at them without getting suspicious of their whereabouts, and everywhere Yoongi turned, there seemed to be even newer eyes monitoring his every move. If he went into the bathroom, every guy quickly dispersed. If he was a couple of steps behind someone to get to a door, the door was purposefully shut so he wouldn't be let inside. All his teachers now looked at him differently— not like before, where they still held onto that tiny hope that Yoongi hadn't changed.
Word had gotten to Namjoon's parents, and as it turned out, they came down on Namjoon too, asking him if he was one of them. Namjoon had vehemently denied the allegations, and his parents had given him the same ultimatum as they had given Yoongi years ago. Because of it, Namjoon had to distance himself, and Yoongi found himself in the same position as Hoseok all those years ago. Namjoon still texted him, and it was like their relationship hadn't changed, but Yoongi could feel his absence in the school halls. Even in classes where they were sitting together, Namjon made sure to avoid Yoongi's gaze, only talking to him when he explicitly had to, and when he was offered a chance to move seats, Namjoon took it.
It hurt.
Knowing that Yoongi was now Namjoon's secret hurt more than Yoongi had ever thought possible. It took all of him not to spill over crying about the whole ordeal. He didn't lose Namjoon— he had been lucky in that sense. But his friendship was one he loved having at the school, and now all he had was Hoseok. But Hoseok wasn't there all the time, and there were situations where it couldn't be helped, and when Yoongi was alone— that was when everyone decided to strike.
"We always knew there was a reason you protected the fag months back."
Yoongi ignored Joshua's words as he walked toward his locker. The action only seemed to anger Joshua, who pulled hardly at Yoongi's backpack to force Yoongi to notice his presence. When he didn't, Joshua placed his hand on the back of Yoongi's head.
"You're one of them, too," Joshua sneered, pushing Yoongi towards the lockers. His head hit the lockers with a loud clang, pain searing the damaged area. Yoongi's eyes watered, but he said nothing, though he did attempt to move Joshua's hand out of the way. "It's no wonder your parents disowned your sorry ass."
"Leave me the fuck alone," Yoongi finally snapped. "It's not your fucking business."
Joshua grinned maliciously. "Of course it is. You cost us that win, but better that you did. Wouldn't have wanted a perverted thing like you to help us win. What did you do instead? Hang around with your boyfriend? Bet you did more exercise than all of the team combined."
Yoongi wrinkled his nose. "You're disgusting. You wouldn't appreciate me asking you about all the girls you've run through this past month alone. Get the fuck out of my face."
Anger flickered across Joshua''s eyes, quickly morphing into one amusement. "Satan Himself must have possessed you, Yoongi. Don't worry; we have the perfect remedy."
Now Yoongi had been used to his teammates throwing liquids at him— especially after a win. But, none of them had ever dared to drench him on school grounds, much less in their school hallways where it would be an insane mess for the janitors to clean up. Until today, at least.
The cold water hitting his head left him spluttering, drenching him from head to toe. Joshua and the others laughed around him, and Yoongi kept his eyes firmly shut until the final drop of it finished soaking him off. It didn't help that the hallways were air-conditioned, so now he was even colder. All he could hear was everyone's laughter at Yoongi's expense— cold, wet, with all of his belongings, now soaked. He couldn't even text anyone because Jess had ruined his phone a while back, and he hadn't been able to get a phone yet (to which Hoseok's mother had assured him she would get for him later in the afternoon free of charge).
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Paradise in You | sope
Fanfiction❝They look at us as if we're some strange specimen they can't figure out... like we're ridden with diseases that they have to cure- going as far as to compare us to murderers to satisfy their homophobia. But, we're just like them. Nothing's changed...