Yoongi walked home, holding his head low and staring at his feet that kept a simple, steady pace.
"Ah~" he sighed and kicked a pebble across the sidewalk.
Yoongi stopped, noticing the beautiful red car in the driveway. His dad was home.
"I'm home!" He shouted, slamming the door behind him and kicking off his shoes.
He walked to his room, the only thought in his head was about Jimin. Jimin looked pretty today.
"Yoongi!" His dad shouted from the other room, Yoongi turned to see him and straightened his posture. "Yes sir"
He saw the few empty beer bottles on the ground.
"You said you wouldn't drink anymore." He took a step back. Something was wrong.
"Are you kidding me?" He shouted at Yoongi, alchohol reeking from his mouth. He held up yoongi's grades.
"I thought I raised you to be better than this!" His dad yelled, standing up from his chair and threw one of the beer bottles that shattered onto the wall. A shard hit yoongi's cheek.
He stumbled back and winced. trying to fight the urge to soothe his wound that was dripping blood.
"But dad. I got all A's"
He punched Yoongi to the floor. "How dare you disrespect me! Get out of my house. I don't want to see you back!" He screamed and yoongi ran out of the house. He ran far. As far as his legs could carry him.
He ran and ran until his feet got sore from hitting the cold hard cement.
Yoongi started crying. He fell on the grass, holding his cut up cheek, feeling his swollen eye from the punch he took and let himself sob.
He never liked the feeling of tears running down his face, it made him feel weak, and little, and mannerless. But no one was around, so he let himself.
The only thing he wanted was Jimin.
Yoongi stared at the ground, letting the tears fall from his face.
"Yoongi, what are you doing here?"
He heard Jimins voice and buried his hands in his face, embarrassed he was crying. "Go away" his voice quivered, making jimin realize he wasn't alright.
"You're shivering" jimin looked at yoongis shaking shoulders. He took off his jacket, the gentleman he was and put it on yoongi.
Yoongi didn't look up. "I'm not shivering" he pulled the jacket more around him. He hadn't realized how cold he was.
Jimin sat in front of him, wondering why he was covering his face. "Yoongi, what's wrong?" He didn't get an answer, listening to Yoongi's unsteady breathes "why are you crying?"
"It's stupid. You won't get it"
"I won't get it cuz you're not telling me" jimin pulled youngi's hands out of his face and saw what he was trying to cover up.
He looked up now since he couldn't hide it anymore. His eyes were red from crying, he wiped his nose. snuffling and averted his eyes.

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RomanceYoongi was a rich social deprived teen who stayed in his room all day. Until his parents bought him a friend ~ Mature readers only [0] [0] ㅗ Credit to @lunatik111 for the cover