Not Today || Yoonmin #Wattys2017

He's Cute

Jimin's POV
The next few days at school was even worse than they'd been before- by Friday if had about enough.
It was almost like Yoongi had me on GPS; everywhere I went, there he was. Either talking to one of my friends, walking his way by with Hoseok trailing not far behind, or waiting in front of my class.

"Yoongi what do you want?" I sighed, opening my locker and shoving a few of my books in.

"To be honest, I'd love it if you and your mum would leave me and my dad alone." He said disdainfully. I scoffed at his mock sweet smile and fluttering eyes.

"God, you're so fucking arrogant." I spat, slamming my locker shut and peering up at him.

"And your family's a pain in my ass."

"Technically, asswipe, my family's your family now." I sneered, attempting to end it there.
However, the bastard decided he wasn't done and harshly tugged me by my arm, slamming me into the lockers. 

"You will never be my family, kid." He glared, pinning my arms above my head. If I wasn't so sure we hated each other, I would've sworn I saw him staring at my lips in stead of my eyes.
Once again, I simply shoved him off me- also not failing to notice the small crowd we'd collected during our little scratch- but this time I shot back.

"Believe me, if it was up to me, I'd have told my mum not to marry your father. But unlike you, I'm actually glad that they're happy again.
Even so, I don't think I could ever -ever- bring myself to say I'm related to an egotistical, self centered, prick like you.
That's the difference between you and I, Min Yoongi; I live with shit like this, you just sit around and bitch about it, listening to your crap screamo music because those people can express their feelings through music and all you do is try and take it out on me and my mother. So go fuck yourself, hyung." With that, I spun around and walked to my last class.

After school, I decided that going to Taehyung and Jin's place would be a bit more comforting after the whole ordeal that went down in the hall.
I was practically fuming when we started our way to the house.

"Chim, you okay?" The tan boy beside me asked. At the same time I glanced out the window to find Hoseok leading yoongi out of the school, arm around his waist.

"Perfect." I bit out.

"You sure?" He asked, eyes crinkling with worry. I took a deep breath and averted my gaze, focusing on going to Tae's house and possibly spending the night.

As soon as we reached the house I sped into the living room and jumped onto the couch, throwing a blanket over my body and curling up into a ball.

This is fine. You're good I assured myself, tucking my knees under my chin.

"Jimi- uh. Are you really sure you're okay? You've been acting off the whole way here. Did something happen?" Taehyung asked. I didn't move, I didn't say anything. I simply just closed my eyes and tried to pretend that I didn't exist.

"Chim, get up. I think Jin has guests over. He made some chocolate croissants, I stole a few for us." He sat down beside me, patting my backside comfortingly. "C'mon, what happened?" I sighed and curled into myself a bit more- if that was even possible at this point.

"I got into a stupid fight in the hall with Yoongi. He was being an ass and spewing that bullshit about how we're not family, again." I could feel my lower lip quiver and my eyes burn. Taehyung sighed lightly, rubbing my calf through my blanket shield.