To Busan and Back || YoonMin

-Chapter 26-

JAKE STOP READING MY STUFF

-Jimin POV-

"Tao, who are those brats?" I asked my senior. He continued staring at the students flooding into our school.

I huffed and walked up to one of them. A short girl with dark brown hair, who was looking at the ground nervously. "Hey," I prompted her, pushing her shoulder.

"Ah!" She said, startled. She bowed, and cleared her throat. "Yes, seonbae?"

"What are you doing here?" I snarled. "Some foreign exchange thing?"

"U-Uh.." She stuttered, her cheeks flushing.

"What?" I hissed, grabbing her collar. The girl struggled and tears were falling down her cheeks. Someone shoved my shoulder away, and the poor girl ran away into the school. You can't hide forever.

"Stop, Jimin," Jinyoung ordered me.

"Or else what?" I retorted, making my way towards him. Some nerve he had.

"Or else I'm going to break your stupid face! What happened to you, Jimin?! You used to be so nice, what's wrong with you now?"

My eyes narrowed. "It's not what's wrong with me, it's what's wrong with the world!" Scoffing, I stomped away.

Tao placed his hand on my shoulder. Surprisingly, I saw emotion brimming his sleep-deprived eyes. "Yoongi is coming here."

I swatted his hand away, whipping around. "Shut up, I don't care about him!"

Tao sighed. "You'll understand someday." And with that, he seemed to wisp away into the crowd.

Sighing again, I walked coolly into the school. Today was getting to be really stressful. But Tao's comment about Yoongi pricked at my mind.

He's not here. I don't even know where he went.

Making my way into a random room, I shut the door closed and sighed. The hard wood creaked as I sat down on the desk. Tiny footsteps sounded, and I turned my head to see who the intruder was. The door clicked. Someone had locked us in.

He seemed as surprised as I was. And I was mindblown. Tao was right.

"Jimin, I can explain." Yoongi said confidently.

I whacked the table I was sitting on aside, causing it to fall. "I don't want to hear it, Yoongi." Although he had changed so much from the last time I saw him, I could recognize his perfect thighs and usual bored look.

I guess we both had changed. "Jimin," he spoke tentatively now.

"Shut up!" I screamed, and grabbed him by his black locks. Yoongi's head crashed into the wall as I hurled him sideways.

I threw my arm across the table, knocking every down on it. Water and papers scattered around the room. I felt Yoongi's hand grab my shoulder, begging me to stop.

My shoulder shook him off, and my arm pushed his away violently. Screaming at the floor, I crumpled onto the ground weakly.

Yoongi launched himself forward and held my shoulders, trying to end the disasters. It melted into a one-sided hug, and I could feel his tears fall down my back. I laughed horribly, and laid my head onto Yoongi's shoulder before shoving him away again.

His tear-struck face banged against the wall painfully and he looked at me desperately. I stumbled backwards, weak with fear and anger.

Then before I knew it, Yoongi's fist collided with my face. I fell onto the chairs, coughing up blood and spit.

None of us said a thing. It was like a language only the mad and helpless could understand. A hand grabbed the back of my shirt and lifted me up. Yoongi's other hand clutched the front of my jacket, as he stared at me in anguish. My hand lifted up and grasped his collar, trying to choke him. But I was too weak. I couldn't do it.

"S-Stop," Yoongi choked out. My hands shaking, I threw him into the tables again, as I stared blankly at what I'd done. Blood poured from his forehead and my lips.

His eyes followed my hands gravely as they took hold of a chair. I can't hit him. The chair shivered as I held it in the air with my feeble fingers. I couldn't.

I hurled it into the classroom mirror, as it shattered and left sprays of reflections scattered throughout the room. Yoongi's surprised face gazed at me.

"I'm not gonna kill you," I whispered brokenly. He looked relieved.

"I didn't want to leave you.."

"Why..?" I cried. "Why did you leave?"

He looked away expressionlessly. "My dad died in Busan."

"I was dying too!"

He whipped around to face me angrily. "Not everything's about you, Jimin! Can't you see?" Yoongi sighed exasperatedly. "I had no choice!"

"Liar! You just were tired of having to deal with me! All of this! Jungkook dying, Taehyung leaving, you moving away! It was all my fault!"

A sharp pain hit my cheek. Yoongi slapped me. My hand raised up to feel my hot cheek, red against my pale skin, as I stared at Yoongi in complete shock. "Don't be stupid," he said, turning away.

I staggered towards him numbly, and grabbed his shoulders. Falling onto his back, I clutched him in my arms, not wanting to let go. "Don't leave me again.."

He turned around, his eyes blazing, but they softened as he melted into the hug too. "I won't," he promised.

But I didn't know if I could trust him anymore.