𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐀

sì

-jimin pov-

The silence between me and Yoongi was screaming, I tried to look anywhere but him and I was too scared to say anything or move for that matter, I shouldn't have come here I should've stayed home and done the project by myself or I should've just said yes to Yoongi's ex, if I had done that I wouldn't be in this situation.

"So I'm correct?"
Yoongi stated scribbling on a pice of paper.

"What? No!"
I replied trying not to sound obvious.

"Right, don't play dumb with me, I've already told you that, this is only going to work if we tell each other the truth."
He scoffed, making eye-contact with me.

"I don't even-even know wh-what you're t-talking about."
I stuttered, tears were slowly forming and I was about to break down.

"For christ's sake, this isn't something to cry about, just answer the fucking question."
He whispered.

"What question?"
I inquired confused at the situation.

"I'll just take this as a yes, so are your parents okay with this?"
He questioned slightly smirking.

"I didn't come here to talk about my private-"

"It is not even private Jimin, if I know that you are homosexual then the whole school probably knows."
Yoongi calmly said.

"How did you find out?"
I questioned, my heart was racing and I wanted to choke him on the spot.

"I have my sources, and you shouldn't trust your friends they are not who they say to be."

"R-right."

"Okay, we should get started-"

"No, you know what it is okay, I'll just um go home and work on this you, you can rest or whatever."
I replied standing up to grab my things, before Yoongi pulled me back down.

"Ow! What was that for?"
I shouted.

"You imbecile, do you know what time it is?"
He questioned.

"No-"

"It is nearly 8:52pm, look how dark it is outside, this street doesn't have much lights and a person your age shouldn't be walking through the streets by themselves."
I stared out into the streets, dumbfounded by what Yoongi had just said, I had stayed at his house for a very long time my grandma was probably about to call the police by now.

"Wh-what do I do?"
I asked Yoongi, worried about how I was going to get home.

"My mum is not going to drop anyone off, so I'll have to walk you home."
He sighed standing up.

"Come on, hurry up we don't want it getting any darker."

The walk towards home was very quiet and too awkward, i wished that he hadn't come with me, I would've probably been able to cry all the way home.

"Why are you coming if you told me that people my age shouldn't be walking the streets alone?"
I asked Yoongi who was right beside me, he stopped and looked at me to answer the question I had just asked him.

"Yeah well I'm not homo am I?"

"What does that have to do with anything?!"
I shouted causing the dog in the house that we were standing beside to bark.

"Everything."
He laughed walking again.

"You are so rude! I hope you die soon!"
I replied running after him only to crash into him and fall back.

"Don't stop in the middle of the pathway, I could've been seriously-"

"Shut up, you talk too much."
I looked up at him and judging by his voice he was mad, I couldn't see his face clearly so I couldn't make sure.

"Isn't it such a coincidence that you happened to stop right in front of smashed glass?"
I questioned feeling a wet substance running down the palms of my hands.

"You can walk the rest of the way home, I'm going back."
He replied walking past me, as soon as I couldn't hear the sound of his footsteps, the tears came rushing down.

"Why?"
I whispered trying to wipe the tears away.

"Crying isn't going to help."
I didn't bother to turn around and look at Yoongi.

"Why did you come back?"

"I forgot to tell you to meet me at the shopping centre tomorrow, I want to finish this project."
He replied.

"Ok."

"Jimin?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry okay?"

"Sure I'm sorry too."
For a while Yoongi was quiet and so was I, however, he didn't leave I didn't think he had the heart to.

"I like green tea cake."
He whispered.

"I bet you it will taste nice."
His words made me light up inside, I knew he was just trying to make me feel less like shit but a part of me beamed.

"It does! I have made it before and it tasted amazing!"
I replied, filled with excitement.

"Cool, I'll see you tomorrow then."
He replied.

"Sure, okay."
I got up and looked down at the palms of my hands.

"It's just a little graze, it will heal."
Yoongi stated looking at my hands.

"Yeah, it will heal."

"Right, bye."

"Bye."
Was all I managed to say before racing back home, as always I sat on my bed and thought about my day, it was the first weekend where I was not sitting alone in my large yet empty room, and for the first time in years I felt overjoyed, but Yoongi is only just a classmate, not a friend but an apprentice and that's all he was.

Or so I thought.

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Sorry for the short (and pretty crap) update,
The next one will be longer I promise,
I hate sport ;-;

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