~first love~ |yoonmin|

06.

Yoongi's POV

Yoongi had never felt like this before, transfixed in the slightly overexcited stranger's big, brown eyes. He had never experienced this, the feeling of not noticing ones surroundings and being completely aware of another individual. If it weren't for the sudden noise that separated them, Yoongi probably would have never looked away. He wanted to freeze this moment in his head, the warmth of the others small fingers, ghosting over his own, barely noticeable, but the only thing that Yoongi could think about in this situation. His heightened senses making it possible to be completely familiar with the other.

Upon hearing the sudden and frankly unwanted noise, Yoongi tore his hands away from Jimin, taking his wallet as well. He turned around, while hoisting his backpack over his shoulder, not realising that a small purple box had fallen during his fast action. He slowly walked away from the other, paying no attention to the person that had disturbed them, or the persistent shouts of the orange-haired stranger to 'share lunch with them.'

He hung his head while continuing to walk, half in embarrassment and half to hide his growing blush.

Yoongi walked into his last class after lunch, economics. He entered the bustling class only to be greeted by a red haired stranger who sat in his (normally) empty 2-seater bench. He looked familiar to Yoongi, but he couldn't place him exactly. He approached the intruder who seemed to be immersed in conversation with another classmate. Yoongi caught some of their conversation as he settled himself next to the obnoxious red head and it seemed to be about which High School Musical movie was the best.

"It's obviously the second one where we can see all of their friendships blossom and become stronger, unlike the third one where everyone is upset that they have to leave each other." The red head exclaims, passionately.

"But the third one is the best becaus-"

" I have 6 words for you- I gotta go my own way." He sighs dramatically and turns around, finally acknowledging the formidable presence next to him.

"Hello! You're Yoongi right? My name is Taehyung and I think we should be friends!"

Taken a bit aback by his directness, Yoongi sighed and quietly mumbled-"trust me, you don't want to be friends with me."

Yoongi just turned around, fixed his earphones and let the voice of one of his favourite bands, 'cage the elephant', take over. He had no intentions of making any friends and subjecting them to the shit that goes on in his head. He liked to see the people around him be happy and he certainly didn't want to bring the obvious energy of the red head down. He maintained the walls around his heart and kept his head down.

Yoongi reached his dorm and was greeted by the now familiar sight of Namjoon and Jin together. He quietly entered his room, changed into some comfortable clothes, a pair of back loose shorts and a large hoodie, and put on his running shoes and left.

Yoongi used to be on the basketball team in his high school and was therefore used to running or rather his stamina was good.

He continued down the familiar roads, music blasting in his ears. He ran to forget, mostly his past and his father, but today he ran to forget the face of a single Park Jimin. He decided that it wasn't a bad face to have plaguing his thoughts constantly, but he still wanted it out. He hated the fact that he could get attached to the boy. He wasn't going to let it happen if he could help it. He didn't need an unnecessary complication in his life.

He ran till he reached his clearing.

He sat, only slightly out of breath for running so fast and hard. He pulled out his phone to change the song, he wasn't feeling hotline bling today.
He noticed a single notification, a rare change.

_PARK JIMIN_:
hey Yoongi hyung! I know we just met today, and it really was very nice to meet you, but unfortunately I have something else that's yours. I think it fell out of your bag when you left after our brief meeting >.<
it's a small purple box and I hope to return it to you soon. i will keep it carefully, as it seems important. don't worry hyung, you can trust me xP.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck" Yoongi let out a stream of curses. Jimin was right, that box was Yoongi's life, he never went anywhere without it, that's why it was in his bag. He couldn't believe he had been so careless. He grabbed his hair and screamed, unsure himself whether it was out loud or not. He didn't care. He needed the box back. He cursed himself once again, wanting nothing more than to hurt himself for being so stupid. He controlled the urge to do something to himself and sent a reply to the younger. He was so embarrassed and ashamed of himself he didn't even allow himself to get excited by the fact that Jimin liked talking to him, however briefly.

^^^trash lol sry