"Dammit Yoongi! Can't you just answer one fucking question?" Jimin exploded in the older's face, the rage coursing through his veins finally getting the better of him. Yoongi continued to stare down at his shoes, offering up nothing but silence.
"Honestly, fuck you! I can't take it anymo-" Jimin suddenly cut off with a sharp gasp, a sensation hot breath dancing on the skin of his neck.
Yoongi had slammed him up against the wall.
Warning: depression (and related), smut, foul language
HAIR COLOR WILL PROBABLY BE ALL OVER THE PLACE.
(A/N: I'm redoing this for the 7378484th time; I'm sorry :') )
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Dead Air || Yoonmin
FanfictionDead Air: silence; the absence of sound In which a "stone cold" senior trapped everything inside after a tragic accident and a sweet young junior was dead-set on setting him free.
