Broken. Interest. Saved.
Echos of distant whispers travelled through the vast hallway as Min Yoongi shrugged his way through the piercing stares. He assumed that the news had spread itself far and wide by now, much like the Plague. The boy made his best attempt at ignoring the strangers by concentrating on his crutches, his arms tiring from the extra weight his backpack added.
As he approached his locker, he felt burning daggers being stared into him by Chase and the rest of his jock clan. Yet they did nothing to him, they merely glared and Yoongi thought if looks could kill he would be pale and lifeless by now. The glaring soon got boring and Chase huffed off, leaving his boys to follow behind him in hasty steps.
Yoongi sluggishly opened his locker and stared into it, searching for a textbook that he then remembered lending to the boy who he had called that day. The boy who saved his life. He reached into his locker to grab a few other subject notes. He shut the door quietly before being startled by Park Jimin towering over him, holding up the textbook he was looking for just moments before.
Park simply spares a small smirk while waving the textbook and chimes, "Looking for this?"
He feels a strange feeling in his chest, it makes him feel strange because just as his mind is calming, his heart picks up in its pace and something in his stomach churns. A surge of what seems like both relief and excitement at seeing the boy in front of him made Yoongi forget who he was for a second. And before he's even aware of the change in his facial muscles, Min Yoongi was wearing a grin that was now useless to hide from the shocked boy before him.
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Jimin noticed the stares around him but the first thing that surfaced in his thoughts were not his discomfort but his concern of how Min Yoongi would handle the stares himself. He returned the favor to the staring students by glaring at them each for two seconds before he came to halt at an opened locker that belonged to that bewildering boy. That wonderful, captivating, gorgeous boy -- who had a broken leg. The door closed slowly and Jimin put on his best cheery smile at Min Yoongi and spoke lightly, "Looking for this?" He waved the book that didn't belong to him around with a smirk and-
And he is completely thrown off his game. Jimin drops his hands to his side and relishes into the amazing and rare sight before him. Min Yoongi was grinning. Through that healing lip, through the stitched cut near his eyebrow, Jimin could not help himself but think that the shorter male was really playing sly. And fuck, he wanted to kiss Yoongi so badly. But, he just couldn't.
He caught his breath after what seemed like minutes of staring, though it was probably only mere seconds. He ran his fingers through his hair in reflex and cleared his throat before averting his gaze to something other than that bright teethy grin in front of him.
Jimin grabbed the backpack that Yoongi was clutching to his chest and shoved the textbook into it before slinging it over his own shoulder as if it were a routine performed daily.
"I-I can carry that myself, really it's fi-"
"And let you break your other leg? I don't think so," Jimin chuckled half-heartedly as he attempted to break the tension he was feeling with humor. The other boy simply glared slightly at him before sighing and giving into the fact that his arms were weak and tired. Jimin's confidence was building slightly back up at the submission of his crush. He smirked lightly at him before two much taller figures appeared, stalking towards them awkwardly.
Who the hell are these guys?
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As the blonde was ready to throw another mean glare at Park, he noticed that a strange scowl now replaced his cheeky smirk and Yoongi realized his two best friends were trudging towards them. Could he even call them friends? They didn't answer his calls that day, they didn't even bother calling back after that. As the four boys came to a stop in front of each other, it was the popular looking one that was first to break the silence.
Hoseok spoke with hesitance and care, "Yoongi... How are you feeling? Are your injuries serious?"
Yoongi gaped for a second before responding, "I broke my leg."
"Ah, yes, hahah, I can see that..." Hoseok trailed off guiltily.
He swallowed, wishing these two people in front of him would just release him and let him get as far away as possible. Because he should hate them, he should be mad that all they ever know how to do is shrug at him and squeeze his shoulder. But he doesn't hate them at all, he knows they're just as helpless and lost as he is. They simply just don't know the definition of the words comfort and support.
And a pang in his chest told him that he was actually physically hurting from this.
He wasn't hurting from things that his friends had done, he was hurting from the things they couldn't. He looked down at his shoes and felt his eyes betray him as they began to water. This was stupid.
Just then, as though Park Jimin was the god that answered his prayers, he coolly intervened the harsh and heavy silence that lay itself like a blanket over the wounds of their friendship.
"Yoongi, I'd love to stick around with you but we've got history right now. We better get going," he paused and then turned to Namjoon and Hoseok and hissed, "Call him when the both of you realize what it means to be a friend."
And Jimin walked, pushing past the two people he had never even met before but somehow understood their silent conviction. Yoongi spared his friends one more glance of sadness and distance before following the red-haired male that carried his bag to their next class in silence.
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a/n: Next chapter may be soft yehet. Ps I love reading all your comments ♡ﾞ
