Anemic | Yoonkook

1.

My name is Min Yoongi and I swear I'm a normal guy.

I picked up the glass of dark red liquid as my mom placed it in front of me along with a plate with scrambled eggs, a small, very rare stake, and whole grain toast.

I just have a severe case of anemia.

So severe that I need a steady supply of actual blood in order to properly function.

"Mom you don't have to make me breakfast every morning. I'm eighteen. I can make my own breakfast." I said my voice still slightly scratchy from sleep.

Animal blood, of course. I'm not a vampire.

"If I did make you breakfast every morning we both know you would end up not eating anything all day and then suddenly the neighbors missing cat's head goes through the garbage disposal because you panicked and grabbed the closest living thing to eat." I cringed at my Mom's words. That was why we had to move a town over. Couldn't have neighbors wonder why whenever the kid next door saw them he look suddenly guilty and depressed.

It wasn't like my anger outbursts were common.

Not at all. Most of the time I was too tired or cold to do much anything that required physical movement. I'd maybe had only one or two ever.

It's not like we knew why I had to drink blood, but my hematologist said as long as this diet worked without any side effects I was fine.

I took a long sip from the glass and tasted the metallic tang of the cold thick liquid. Then turned to the rest of his plate.

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"Bye mom, see ya later." I said grabbing my backpack and walking towards the door.

After breakfast I had taken two iron pills (could never be too careful) and gotten dressed. My schools dress code was fairly fluid and rarely enforced. I had throne on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black hoodie.

Due to my diet and habit of being fairly messy while eating sometimes, my mom rarely allowed me to buy anything that would get stained. Except for our extended family photos. Which gave me one blue button up shirt.

The whole effect made me look kinda emo. Especially with my black hair. I had died it once, but the bright mint color drew unwanted attention.

I walked into my class the room empty except for the teacher, Mr. Stewart, who was busy going over the lesson plan for today. Math. Mental. Abuse. To. Humans.

But it was a quiet place to be in the morning where no one would talk to me. At least until first period started.

I scrolled through Twitter enjoying a fairly humorous series of tweets from a guy who broke his keyboard:

The bell rang and I put my phone away.
Hoping to read more of the conversation at lunch.

I noticed as kids started to walk into class before the second bell rang a tall kid walk over to the teacher's desk. I didn't recognize him. I looked away and turned my attention to my pencil to fiddle with it as people conversed around me.

"Yoongi, raise your hand." I raised my hand hesitantly, looking back over at the two. "You can sit in the empty seat next to him. I'll give you the other assignments from this unit to you during work time. "

The kid nodded and walked over to the desk next to me and sat down.

"Hi, Yoongi? Right? " he smiled at me as he said the words.

Oh fuck. Human interaction. Abort. Abort.

"Yeah. " I said simply. Trying to shut down the conversation.

"I'm Jungkook. " he said brightly smile still on his face.

God this was awkward. I didn't have the mental fortitude to carry on a conversation.

"Uh, nice to meet you?" I muttered. Right then the second bell rang and I felt relief wash over me as Mr. Stewart jump into the lesson. I released a breath I didn't notice I was holding in.

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"Hey could you help me with question eight? He didn't explain this in the lecture. " Jungkook said.

I knit my eyebrows together expecting this. I had actually spent most of the lecture mentally preparing myself another conversation.

"Yeah." I said leaning over to take a look at his paper.

I explain to him a step he missed and looked up at his face to see if he was getting it. He was nodding with that look of something finally making sense in his brown eyes. The shape drawing me in for a second as I commuted them to memory.

"Yeah thanks a lot Yoongi." Yoongi watched as Jungkook smiled again and go back to his work. He was kinda cute with his face relaxed in focus. Like a bunny.

I wonder what bunnies taste like.

I pushed the thought from my mind and went back to my work.