strawberry banana ♕ yoonseok

treize

yoongi was confused.

he had fun on the date he went on.

actual fun.

and he was starting to look forward to talking to hoseok every day at the smoothie shop.

but, he still had doubts in his mind.

did he really want to get close to him and risk everything again?

even if he did, he wasn't good enough for hoseok.

i mean, he was min yoongi. there was nothing interesting about him, and no one even really cared about him.

he wasn't worthy of love.

and as that thought popped into his head, beginning to feel emotional, he decided to run into the restroom, probably skipping his last class of the day as well.

thankfully, it was empty.

with an exhausted sigh, he headed to a stall and and set his backpack down on the floor. he then leaned against the wall, his hands covering his face.

why was he crying?

he didn't know.

so, he stood there and cried softly until all his tears were gone. he just needed to let out his feelings, and he didn't care how or where anymore.

once he was tired out, he wiped his eyes with his sleeves and took in a deep breath. he then walked outside of the stall and stood in front of the sink.

he rolled up his sleeves since no one was around and splashed cold water on his face, trying to wake himself up.

when he was done, he felt just leaned down and dried his face with the end of his shirt.

he suddenly heard footsteps enter the restroom, and he very quickly pulled down his sleeves, standing up tall with a poker face.

he was about to leave without a second thought, but the person called out to him.

"is this your bag?"

yoongi turned around.

his face dropped.

"i know it is. it's the same."

the grey haired boy walked towards the one with orange hair with a frown.

"you look good with your new hair."

he held out his hand for the backpack, but they didn't hand it to him.

"what? i don't get a thank you?" they joked.

"no. just give it to me for fuck sakes."

"i take it you're skipping, right?" he asked, looking up and down at the boy in front of him.

yoongi rolled his eyes. "what i do is none of your business."

they nodded. "ah, i see."

he dropped the backpack on the ground and yoongi bent down to get it.

"i take it you're still talking to hoseok then?"

"like i said, fuck you jimin."

the boy stood up and slung the bag over his shoulder, not giving a single glance to the other. he turned around and headed for the door, but was stopped.

jimin grabbed his arm that way he would look at him.

"you don't mean that, do you?"

the two boys were close.

far too close.

"what kind of dumbass question is that?"

jimin smiled and let out a small laugh. "see? you didn't answer. that means you don't really mean it," he spoke quietly.

"fuck. you."

but even though he said that, he didn't move as jimin's hand slowly trailed down his arm.

"you're a really interesting person, yoongs," the boy spoke as he stepped closer.

"yes, and you're an asshole, what else is new?"

he laughed.

"you see, you say that, but yet you're still here in front of me. you're still letting me do this."

yoongi stayed silent.

"you're willingly standing against the wall. you're willingly letting me put my hands on your waist because we both know you like it."

he scoffed and glanced to the side, hating the fact that he was right.

"im sure taehyung would love to know that you're doing this," he spat.

"him and i aren't dating, yoongi."

"right, so you guys were holding hands in the smoothie shop just for the shits and giggles?"

"you're one to talk, yoongi," he spoke quietly, sending chills down the other's spine.

"after all, you're letting me touch you."

and in that moment, yoongi was filled with regret because he couldn't control himself.

he let himself go into the stall with jimin.

he let jimin kiss his neck and unbuckle his jeans and call him baby boy.

he let jimin do things that he shouldn't.

and when they were done, jimin kissed yoongi passionately on the lips, the older boy kissing back.

then as jimin pulled away slowly, he kept his lips close and chuckled softly.

"see, yoongi?"

"you're easy."