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15••You okay?

Yoongi

'Bastard...' I thought to myself as I walked to school, hands shoved deep into my pockets. Ji was a nice person, but her boyfriend? Complete asshole. And that's the truth! I'm not trying to steal his girl or anything, jeez. She's allowed to have friends. I sigh, shaking my head. Why did I care so much? It's not important. I barely knew her. She was annoying anyway, always hyper, so all over the place. There were more important things than some young girl. Even it was a nice, kind, pretty girl...

Ugh.

Go away, Ji.

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I looked up as I walked into the school, glancing around. As usual, the halls weren't very crowded. Everyone was congregated in the cafeteria, waiting to be dismissed to their lockers. I slowly made my way to the cafe, somehow already tired of what was bound to be a long day. Like most nights, I'd stayed up late, trying to finish a side project of mine. Not for school or anything- just for myself. Smiling slightly, I replayed the rhythms in my mind. They fit together perfectly.

Suddenly hearing the sound of running feet, I glanced up turning around just in time to be assaulted with a hug from a neon thing.

Okay, that's harsh. Sorry. Not.

"Hoseok! Get off me!" I yelled, trying to shove the younger boy off of me. He laughed, jumping away before I could kick him. "Why so serious, Yoongi? Smiillleee~" He teased, poking my nose. I crossed my eyes to look at where he'd poked, wrinkling up my nose. "Eww, you touched me." I replied, using a completely faked American accent. At that, he giggled, raising his eyebrows mischievously. "Your nose has been blessed by the sunshine!" He declared, running off.

'Maybe this day won't kill me, after all.' I thought, letting out a small sigh of relief.

"So, hyung, why so sad today? Did you not talk to your ggiiiiirrrrllllfriiieeeennnnd?" He asked, eyes glinting.

'Or maybe it will...'