To Busan and Back || YoonMin

-Chapter 8-

JAKE STOP READING MY STUFF

-Suga POV-

My eyes flicked from Jimin to the ground. I couldn't believe he was here. How much I missed him wasn't enough for words. So we didn't say anything.

Finally Jimin spoke up. "Annyeong-hashimnika, Yoongi-hyung." I was paralyzed by the politeness. Friends I thought. I thought we were friends.

"Jimin-ah, no need for such politeness! I really missed you!" I didn't bother asking where he was because he would have told me if he wanted to.

He looked around awkwardly. "Um, Yoongi I really need to go now. You know, to catch up on school and stuff." Not waiting for my response, he sprinted away. Cuts that lined his legs caught my eye. Blood was swelling from them as he ran, and I wondered how he could stand even walking.

Also. How did he get them? Making up my mind, I followed him. Not like a stalker! Like a friend~ Every time he glanced behind, I jumped into the nearest bush. Given, I did get lots of cuts and bruises, but it was worth it once I saw him go into his house.

As soon as Jimin got in, I jumped over his fence and looked around. A flower pot, rake, ladder, and sledgehammer(???). The hammer must be for stress relief or something. My hands laid on the ladder, as I lifted it up with the most strength I could muster. Unfortunately, that wasn't a lot, so the ladder tipped and smashed into the wall, making a loud bang.

-Jimin POV-

I jumped a little at the noise. My eyes were drawn to outside, and I looked out of my window. I couldn't believe my eyes. Yoongi! Was there! And he was using my dad's ladder and banging on the side of my house! Like what the hell?!

I ran onto my balcony and screamed, "Yoongi! What are you doing to my house?!" I breathed deeply, trying to not get fury get the best of me.

-Suga POV-

I looked up fearfully at Jimin. What was I supposed to say? That I was only checking in on him by breaking into his house and kinda-sorta destroying his wall with his ladder? "U-Uhm, your dad sent me to check on you?" I stuttered.

"My dad doesn't even know you!" he yelled back. His face was all red, almost seeming brighter than his fluorescent orange hair. My eyes flicked to the ground, as my face also got red. What was I doing?

Jimin had a look of pity on his face which disappeared as soon as I looked back up at him. He looked around, and finally said, trying to keep his voice low, "Come through the front door. I'll let you in."

I tried to walk nonchalantly to his front door, but I couldn't keep the happiness from my strut. My hand fell onto the doorbell, as it gave off a pleasant rring~. In no time, a bright orange little bunny (Jimin) opened the door, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me to his room. It was light blue with dozens of stuffed animals. It was almost as cute as Jimin.

He pushed me onto the bed all of a sudden. My heartbeat got faster, and my hands got sweaty in anticipation. But all he did was sit next to me.

"Yoongi-hyung, why are you wrecking my house?" He tilted his head to the side. I opened my mouth to answer, but he placed his finger on my lips. "Be honest," the short highschooler added.

"Well I was worried about you." I stated bluntly, in classic Yoongi style. But Jimin only looked more confused. I placed my hand on his newly changed sweatpants, and shoved them up, revealing a row of cuts and blood. His face turned red in embarrassment.

"Me? Why~?" he sing-songed flatly. My eyes flicked from his cuts to him obviously, and he let his head down.

"Go." Jimin ordered.

"Huh?"

"GO." I hurried out of his room, but only to hear him say, "and don't come back. I don't think I could stand it.."

-Jimin POV-

Once I made sure he was out of hearing range, I whispered, "and don't come back. I don't think I could stand it.."

I didn't know if I still loved Yoongi. I didn't want to hurt him. Because I had Jungkook now. And I loved him. That I knew for sure.

Or did I?