Why Am I Like This

Chapter 9

Jimin disappeared into the corridors and broke out into a sprint. Opening a door he ran into the dance studio. He slid down the mirror and sat with his head on his knees. What are you doing Jimin? There wasn't even anything to panic about.

After a while he raised his head to look at himself in the studio mirrors, well at least you're not crying. He pushed himself off the floor, I should probably head back, people don't spend this much time in the 'toilet'.

Nearing the courts he took a deep breath in and out.

"Jimin I thought we had lost you, forever!" Taehyung ran towards Jimin and smothered him in a hug.

"Let the boy go Tae, you're going to kill him in a minute." Jin intervened. Taehyung released Jimin from his grasp and placed himself back down next to Jungkook, lying with his head in Jungkook's lap.

"I o-only went to the toilet." Jimin replied.

"He thought he'd weirded you out, so you ran away." Hoseok teased through laughter.

Taehyung pouted, "Hey! It's not my fault. I'm just different."

Jungkook stroked Taehyung's hair as he smiled down towards him, "We know Tae."

Jimin bowed, "Ah, sorry for making you worry. I, um... got lost, but I know my way now."

"There's no need to apologise Jimin." Jin's soft words made Jimin feel at ease as he sat himself down between Hoseok and Jungkook.

"Did you see Suga on your travels?" Namjoon asked.

Jimin started to worry, where the hell is he? He should be back by now.

A hand ruffled through Jimin's hair and Jimin tensed, "Yah, I can hear you guys from miles away." Jimin relaxed after recognising Yoongi's voice. looking up to Yoongi he smiled.

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!" Jin began to yell again.

"I just wanted a bit of quiet, Jeez." Yoongi rolled his eyes as he moved to sit beside Namjoon.

Yoongi glanced up and smiled a small smile in Jimin's direction. Jimin returned it by smiling the widest he could.

Yoongi's gaze settled onto the ground, ah, this kid. shaking his head, he couldn't help but smile again.

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As soon as the bell rang, everyone ran for the school gates. Jimin hung back as the sea of people pushed through the doors. Strolling down the corridors, he spotted Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi standing by the gate. "Jimin! We hoped you hadn't left yet. Do you want to walk home with us?" Jin asked.

"If that's okay." Jimin looked towards his feet as they started off down the street.

"Hey kid, I was telling them about this morning when you were pulling funny faces on the train." Yoongi joked. Jimin turned a bright shade of red.

"W-was I." Jimin stammered and hid himself in his shirt collar.

Jin sighed, "Suga, stop making the boy feel uncomfortable. How many times are we going to have to talk about this?"

Yoongi leant close to Jimin's ear, "There goes Jin and his 'motherly' instincts once again." Jimin couldn't help but giggle at Yoongi's remark.

Yoongi quietly whispered insults that were aimed at Jin to Jimin and he couldn't help but smile. They boarded the train and a silence started to creep over them. Jimin couldn't help but smile to himself again, it's crazy how in just a day everything can change.

Before the train had arrived at their station, they said their goodbyes. They all knew how busy the train station could get at this time. The train doors opened and they split ways. Jimin pulled out his phone from his pocket and plugged in his earphones. Pushing the earbuds into his ears he clicked on his favourite playlist. He decided to walk the long way home so he could listen to his music longer. Strolling down the street towards the alleyway that led to his street, Jimin stopped in his tracks. "Suga?" He asked surprised to see the latter. Yoongi looked up and his eyes widened. Jimin noticed the cigarette between Yoongi's lips and quickly blurted out his next sentence, "I won't tell the others."

"Thanks." yoongi replied, "You live around here?" Jimin nodded and pointed to an apartment block midway down the road. "Huh, cool." Yoongi kicked the dirt at his feet. Hesitatingly, he inhaled sharply and turned to Jimin, "Do you wanna meet here tomorrow morning?"

"Y-yeah." Jimin stammered as he started to walk towards his apartment block. Turning to look at yoongi he bid his goodbyes, "Bye and, um... enjoy the rest of your day." Hurrying along he gave no time for Yoongi to reply.

Yoongi smiled at Jimin with a small sincere smile, "Bye Jimin." He whispered to himself.

Throwing the cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath his shoe he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. Forcing his feet to walk in the direction of home he checked his messages.

Jin and Namjoon greeted him as he walked through the door. Grunting in response he headed for the bathroom. He grabbed his towel and threw his bag into his and Namjoon's shared bedroom. Yoongi locked the bathroom shut and turned on the shower. Clicking a playlist on his phone, music blasted from the speaker as he placed it upon the shelf above the sink. Stripping off his clothes he threw them into the washing basket. He peeled off the bandages on his hands and stared at the wounds on his knuckles. Yoongi stepped into the hot stream of water, a hiss escaped his mouth as the wounds on his hands stung. He scrubbed his hair clean, sure to make it so the smell of cigarette smoke was non-existent. Exiting the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and placed another on top of his shoulders. Picking up his phone, he unlocked the door and made his way down the landing to the bedroom. He rummaged around in his draws for some clean clothes. Pulling on a plain white oversized shirt and some black jogging bottoms, Yoongi traipsed downstairs to find Jin lying on the sofa tangled in Namjoon's arms. Jin heard the stairs creak and he popped his head up, "Suga?" Noticing Yoongi's unbandaged hands his motherly instincts kicked in, "Do you want me to re-bandage your hands before I leave?"

Thinking for a moment he replied, "Yeah." Yoongi sat on one of the chairs at the dining table. His hair dripped onto the towel on his shoulders almost soaking the white shirt underneath.

Jin pointed to the towel, "Come on, give it here." Yoongi handed it to him and lowered his head, "I can't believe you still can't dry your hair on your own." The boy was met with silence.

Sitting in the chair next to Yoongi, Namjoon joined them, "You did good today. Thanks for giving the kid a chance, I've a feeling he's gonna play a big part in our lives." Yoongi looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, "Don't think I didn't see you smile earlier." Namjoon teased whilst Yoongi looked at him extremely unimpressed.

Jin smacked Namjoon playfully, "Oi, stop teasing him." Taking the first aid kit from the counter, he placed it on the table. Jin cleaned the wounds and re-wrapped Yoongi's hands whilst the latter sat there still looking unimpressed at Namjoon. Jin finished tying the last bandage and ruffled Yoongi's hair, "You deserve to be happy again."

Yoongi's eyes met with Jin's, "Thanks. I mean it... I act like an ass but I really do appreciate you guys."

Namjoon wrapped his arms around Jin's waist, "We know."

Jin, with Namjoon still attached to him, put the first aid box back and gathered his things together, "Well, I better get going."

"Really? Now? Can't you stay, please?" Namjoon pleaded.

Jin sighed, "I would but all my stuff is at home."

"Tomorrow then?"

"Fine."

Namjoon smiled and kissed Jin on the top of his head, "I'll see you tomorrow then." Jin promptly left and the two boys headed to bed. Turning off the light Namjoon shuffled back to his bed, "Night Yoongi."

"Night Joon."