stay. | yoonmin [disc.]

seven; pretty boy.

[an: for this chapter I'm just using the times for my break lunch and class times that I have at my school because I don't know what korea's timings are, sorry if it doesn't make sense]

10:46am

"Hyung!!" Jimin came bounding down the hallway through the crowds of students littering the hallways, after class had just ended and the half hour break began.

Yoongi knew that voice, he'd know that voice anywhere. Yoongi's normally dull expression slightly lit up.

"Yah! Park Jimin!" Yoongi playfully slapped Jimin's shoulder when he had finally arrived at Yoongi's side, "You didn't message me last night! I was worried!" Yoongi -somewhat playfully- scolded.

"Sorry hyung, I just didn't know what to say." Jimin looked down and tightened his grip around the books he held close to his chest.

Yoongi slung his arm around Jimin's shoulders and began walking south through the hallways to the basketball courts.

Once they reached the the end of the hall, Yoongi pushed the door open and lightly pulled Jimin -who was still holding his books in a death grip to his chest as if his life depended on it- through with him.

Tears threatened to spill and cascade down Jimin's cheeks. He hated disappointing people. He hated people getting mad at him. He hated it. He didn't want to seem like a failure. Even just the smallest thing could set him off.

There were two basketball courts, back to back, both with a grand stand.

The sun shone brightly in the morning sky as Jimin and Yoongi made their way to sit in the grand stands of the left court and sat on the bottom row.

Jimin stared at the outermost line on the court, too scared to look at Yoongi. Yoongi was the only person he had left; the only person who didn't hate him and think he was a waste of oxygen.

"I'm not mad, Jimin." Yoongi finally spoke.

"Jimin. Look at me."

As Jimin looked up his tears spilled over and ran down his cheeks. A look of distress flushed over Yoongi's face before he shifted over and pulled Jimin onto his chest. Jimin dropped his books and began sobbing into Yoongi's dark blue blazer as he grabbed a fistful of Yoongi's white dress shirt.

"Yah! Pretty boy's crying again!"
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sorry I haven't been updating much, I'm so stuck for ideas, and just hella procrastination though

also didn't proof read so if it's really shitty and doesn't make sense, I'm so sorry!

I hope this is okay though. I'm staying up for Yoongi's birthday (2am my time) it's currently 1:30am

I might write another chapter and get it up within the next half an hour^^

I got in a fight with my best friend tonight, I literally hate myself so much omg
I self harmed a lot too which doesn't help the self hate rn

love you all
xx Z