the last | yoonmin

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{Yoongi's POV}

"Depression, OCD, they keep coming back again from time to time"

school...isn't my type.

it's just torture for me.

i wouldn't be "alive" if jimin was here.

jimin was my boyfriend, someone who i cherish so much.

do you know how many times i get made fun for dating someone like him? dating a guy? well, yeah jimin deals with them.

those just end up getting punched in the face right after i told jimin.

jimin loves me, cares for me even if i don't want him too.

i walked down the hall, passing by the looks from the other students.

not to mention, i have ocd. and people judge me for that. my desk is organized and my work is too.

the other boys in my class are just so messy and their desks have scribbles all over.

everyone calls me a girl for being ocd. but, boys can be ocd, too.

why? i can't have things in perfect order?

what's so funny about that?

i entered the classroom and i looked around.

the classmates started to tease me and call me slur names. but it wasn't them i was focused on. jimin's seat was open.

usually, he is the first one here, oddly he's not.

i placed my books down on my desk and placed my bookbag next to my desk.

something wasn't right.

something seems mysterious.

"yo, yoongi! looking for your boyfriend?"he snorted.

"where is he?"i growled.

"heard he's up on the rooftop...WITH A GIRL!"they cackled.

"the fuck, you're just spilling out shit."i responded, opening up my books.

"alright then, can't wait to hear him break up with you when he comes back in."they smirked, as they high-fived other.

i didn't believe them at first, but after a few minutes they manage to get through me.

i stormed out of the classroom and headed for the roof.

i ran up the stairs, until i arrive to the rooftop.

i closed my eyes and hope that whatever my classmates told me was not true.

i arrived at the top floor and kicked the door open.

i stood in astonishment.

"jimin...what is this?"i questioned, tears overwhelming me.