Marks || YM

Chapter 9: Yoongi

It's been about three weeks since Yoongi left the hospital.

He's been getting better very quickly and all the doctors are all very shocked at his recovery. Every time someone says something about his speedy recovery Yoongi always credits his soul mate because without them he would probably still be partially deaf.

Speaking of his soul mate, they have been messaging him more than ever.

They would usually talk about how Yoongi was doing, how his cuts were healing fast and his ribs stopped hurting. It was mainly just them checking up on Yoongi to make sure he was ok.

Yoongi would often find himself laying in bed when Jimin was gone (the doctors told him he shouldn't be walking on his own just yet) asking his SM questions. Just small things. Like his favorite food and color or how school was going. Questions like those he would answer but anytime Yoongi asked something about what he looked like or anything personal they said they had work to do or completely ignore him.

It was strange, Yoongi thought, strange that the other boy didn't want Yoongi to know things about himself.

The boy obviously didn't want to meet Yoongi and that fact, when he dwells on it too much, hurt a lot. All Yoongi wanted to do was meet him and learn more about him but the other person didn't want to do the same.

Now Yoongi is sitting in his bed, like always, working on some lyrics for a project due in his music class.

He heard the door shut and soon after Jimin walks in his room.

"Hey, Yoongi, are you hungry?" He sits down at the foot of Yoongi's bed.

"Eh, I could eat."

"What do you want?"

Yoongi, still watching his laptop, remembers the food Jin sent over, "Do we still have the stuff Jin sent?"

"Of course, he sent so much you'll probably still be eating it months after you're all better."

"Who said that was a bad thing?"

Jimin laughs, "You better watch it. If you aren't careful you're gonna get fat."

Jimin leaves the room with a smile on his face and Yoongi calls back, "Can't wait!"

Within minutes Jimin is walking back to his room again but this time two bowls in his hands. He hands one to Yoongi and then sits at the foot if the bed, in front of Yoongi.

"So, what are you working on now?" Jimin asks, eyeing Yoongi's abandoned laptop.

"Oh you know, the usual. In music, our end of the year project is to write and perform a song so I'm working on that."

"That's cool. How's it coming along?"

"Not that well. I keep getting sidetracked with a different song."

"Then why don't you work on that song instead? Just perform it instead."

Yoongi sighs, "I would but it isn't a rapping song. It's more singing. Like most of my stuff."

"Why do you keep writing songs that you want people to sing? Like, you rap. And while you do have songs that you rap to, the majority are songs you ask other people to sing to."

"I don't know. With rap, it's like you have to have a sick beat and shit but with singing, you can have classical music or slow music or poppy music. It's a range of things. Also with rap people expect you to have insults or some shit like that. I like writing about other stuff. I mean don't get me wrong, I have a lot of hate. I could keep writing diss raps but it's good to change it up." Yoongi explains.