Yoongi's POV
My heart fluttered wildly when he called me 'Suga'. But he didn't stop there, he teased me more. I knew I couldn't look at him anymore so I turned away. Maybe I should just show him my feelings now. Wanting to set my feelings free, I faced him with courage, held his shoulder and stared into those captivating eyes.
His breathing picked up just the slightest bit, cheeks turned red and burned but not more than mine. I took advantage of that moment to inch closer to him to the point where our noses touched.
But then he shut his eyes tightly. He doesn't know it yet and it's best if it stays that way. I controlled the urge to take him by the tongue and let him go. It would have been awkward if I didn't get an idea to bail out on the situation.
I started laughing as loud as possible and threw myself on his bed. He slowly opened his eyes and blushed even harder "Yoongi! I HATE YOU!" I grinned and ended up getting hit by pillows. I prefer it this way, I don't ever want things getting awkward between us.
-"Jimin, when are you going back to school?"
-"Umm...I'm starting in a week."
-"You know, Taehyung wanted to see you, he missed you, he was so sad that poor boy...."
-"Why?"
-"Cause he says that he's responsible for everything although I don't get a single thing he usually says..."
-"Oh"Jimin's POV.
"Cause he says that he's responsible for everything" What did he mean by that? But I was too much of a coward to ask. I knew they were all hiding something from me but did I have the right to ask after what I did to them? I looked at Yoongi, he was still lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. Yoongi has been my friend since elementary school. I still remember the first time Namjoon and Yoongi bullied me.
//Flashback//
-"Hey! Those shoes are ugly!" Namjoon laughed hysterically.
-"And so is your face!" Yoongi followed.
All that the 8-year-old, slightly chubby kid do was cry. He sat on the grass, too busy with crying to care about the end of recess. The two older kids had gotten to their classes. It was not until the end of the day when they realized the kid they had picked on earlier was nowhere to be seen. They were worried sick, not because of the kid himself but because they might be the reason behind it. So they started looking for him. One hour had gone by and they checked every corner of the school except for the terrace. However, they were not allowed to. Yet, they sneaked through the stairs and managed to get to the roof. As expected, a sob could be heard as soon as they opened the door. They looked around and found little Jimin with his head buried on his knees.-"Hey kid! I didn't know you were such a wimp!" Yoongi teased him.
-"Yoongi stop! You're only making it worse." Namjoon scolded him. "But kid, your shoes really are ugly. You should wear some converse." He smirked.
-"But I really hate Converse. They're so ugly" Yoongi mocked Namjoon.
-"Watch your mouth!" Namjoon neared towards Yoongi.
-"Or what, huh?"
-"Or I'll beat your white ass up!"
They both looked at each other, vexed.
While they were busy giving each other looks of 'don't-you-dare', Jimin broke out in a fit of laughter. "Gosh! Look at you two fighting over SHOES!" And suddenly all three of them started laughing. They laughed till they rolled on the floor or until a teacher came up and put them through detention for being found in a restricted area at an ungodly hour.//End of flashback//
-"Yoongi, I miss something."
-"What?"
-"I don't know Yoongi. It all feels so strange"Not long after that, my mom came home. She told Yoongi that he could leave because his mother might be worried. I noticed there was something wrong with Mom, her eyes looked red. "Mom, is something wrong?" I inquired sounding casual.
"Nothing baby. Aren't you tired? What do you want for dinner?" She avoided the question. "I feel fine. Please make something nice, I didn't like the hospital food." She only shot me a small smile and headed to the kitchen.
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Remember Me | JiKook
FanfictionForgotten are the memories of my world, lost is the purpose of my soul, yet you come and save me like I was born yesterday. Cringe but whatever. First stories always are.