Sexual Toy {Yoonjin}

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2 years ago.

It was another cold morning on the streets of Seoul; the strong wind beat against the window of all who lived there. The rush was constant, several people rushing not to arrive late in their assignments, college and even the college. Among these people was Seokjin; the same ran against time, in order not to arrive again late at school. The brown-haired one ran into everyone, muttering weak excuses because of decomposed breathing. Finally arrived, the courtyard was with several students, this indicated well that the sign had not yet played.

He searched around his group of friends, finally seeing his two friends there, talking with some animation. He decided to approach, attracting glances from both.

"Didn’t you arrive late today? What kind of miracle was that, Seokjin?" asked Hoseok with his cheerful and smiling eyes. I rolled my eyes and looked at him with a mock smile.

"Nothing you want to worry about, after all, miracles happen; look there Yoongi, is not sleeping in the middle of the courtyard as he always does every day." The pale looked at me bored, not taking long to show me the middle finger nicely; plucking scandalous laughter from me and Hoseok.

"That’s because he’s in love, Hyung." he said giggling. " Looks like someone defrosted our dear Suga’s ice heart."

My heart bent, suddenly a knot formed in my throat, and everything started spinning. My stomach wrapped, but I showed nothing. Just smile lightly, trying to be as friendly as possible. I looked at Yoongi smiling, as a gesture of comfort; however much he gave me was sadness.

"Well, finally! I hope you can conquer that person." I say as I packed my things, about the look of both. "I have to go to the library, the history teacher asked me for some books and I have to get them."

"Not all right Hyung, see you at lunch." Hoseok said and I smiled nodding. Yoongi just looked at me as if he knew I was lying.

But I hadn’t lied, really the history teacher had asked me that, but I didn’t want to be there. Knowing that he had fallen in love with someone is really sad, at least for me. That I was a fool to the point of falling in love with him.

I’ve known Yoongi since I was 6 years old, he was always quite cold and distant, and maybe these two adjectives contributed to my passion for the same. But in spite of everything he was someone I could trust with my eyes closed, someone who was always by my side. But I don’t think I stand a chance now. From an early age he always made me clear that he just wanted to make friends, never fall in love; but I think that’s not how things work. See, he fell in love. I may not even know the boy, because I know his preference, but I’ve never felt so insignificant. In years I could never shake that heart, and in a matter of days that boy did better than that; it was really frustrating.

I picked up the books and went straight to my office, not surprised to see Yoongi sitting in my wallet. I looked at him and rolled my eyes, taking my stuff and depositing it on the table. I was arranging everything with the same thing there, which made me a little difficult. Her glare at me was to cause some discomfort, giving me constant chills.

"What happened, Seokjin?" he asked me calmly or calmly. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, finishing organizing everything, being able to finally look at the same.

"Nothing you can or want to worry about, Yoongi." I said quietly, with a slight smirk on your lips. He frowned, rising up and slowly approaching with an unfriendly look.

"I’m not here to play games, okay? Tell me what’s going on!" he said between teeth, dangerously approaching our lips.

I looked at him indifferent, although we have known each other since childhood, Yoongi has never been satisfied to have friendship with me, being that kind indifferent; that for him, it does not matter if something happened to me or not. And that scene made me a little nervous.

"Since when do I not care, Seokjin?" he said in an arrogant tone, as if he had the right to question me.

"Maybe since the time we met?" I said sarcastically, being able to see her serious face turn into anger. I then sighed. The looking tired, I did not want to continue it, I knew that we would end up arguing for nothing; as was happening now. And he seemed to understand, looking at me and then turning away and leaving the room. I knew.

I was packing my things to go home, I didn’t leave the room during lunch; I didn’t want to look at the faces of those two, especially Hoseok.

As I was leaving my office it approached me.

"Hyung, I’m sorry... I just wanted to make him care at least a little bit." I said sadly, which was really rare.

"All right, Hobi; he never cared about myself, so don’t do it again, I think if he finds out he’ll ignore me even more." I said looking sincere to him. The same looked at me and nodded, Hoseok was the only one who knew of my love for Yoongi, and the only one who tried to bring us together in some way; however much his attempts were flawed.

"Alright Hyung, I’ll try not to meddle in your affairs anymore." he said smiling and I reciprocated the gesture. We then parted going in opposite directions, he going to his house and I going to mine. It was like my day here, full of disappointments.

Present.

I was in college, and I was studying law with Yoongi; Hoseok was studying dance, he was very good in this area, but we did not move away, after all we found ourselves on campus consequently leaving our friendship on the same level or even stronger. Already with Yoongi things did not go very well, he was still in love with the same boy; now it was colder, and moved far away from me and Hoseok, well, moved away more from me, because with Hoseok everything was normal.

I was on campus packing up my things, and that’s when I saw Yoongi walk through the gate with a downcast expression; I restrained my desire to go there, despite everything I still liked him, but I had to take a break. I looked away at my things finishing to arrange them, that’s when I noticed a certain movement next to me, the pale-faced boy was silent next to me, looking at me as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, only I ignored him strongly, just focusing on finishing packing my things, which was not long in being done.

We stood there for a five minutes, without saying anything to each other and with him still watching me, but it did not take long for me to feel arms wrapping me in a hug. Yoongi cried loudly on my shoulder, my eyes were wide, what had happened?

"He doesn’t love me, Seokjin!" Now everything made sense. After days, weeks, months and even years; he only came to me for comfort, and I as a fool, help comfort him, to gain in return only his ignorance, and today will be no different.

******

The days passed and Yoongi was needy, but still cold, thinking that deceived everyone.

At every moment he saw the thoughtful songs, after those tears he became colder, this time failing to talk to everyone; what was agonizing me in a way. At the end of classes I followed him to his apartment, which was not far from my home, I wanted to help him get this boy out of his head, even if it costs my dignity.

"Yoongi, we need to talk..."

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