Locker//yoonmin\\ ( hiatus)

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"Yoongi! Detention after school!" The teacher yelled, making all of the students jump.

Yoongi let out a annoyed sigh and sat back in his uncomfortable wooden chair, the time flew by slowly, slower than a disabled snail who was blind in one eye. He let his mind wonder as the teacher continued blabbing on about fractions.

Cheese on toast.
Bunnies.
Jimin.
No not Jimin, I'm not gay...
Pills.
That old lady down the street.
Jimin..

Yoongi decided that his thoughts were too much and put his head down on his desk, in what seemed like hours, the loud bell rang across the school. Yoongi, who was currently daydreaming about his warm bed, shot his head up as soon as he heard the noise, he rushed out of the classroom and stopped when he saw a flash of red hair as he ran out the door.

"Jimin?"

"Yoongi! You wanna hang out today?" Jimin asked, clinging on to his arm like a small child. Jeez, could this boy ever leave him alone?

"I thought we were gonna hang out on Saturday?"

"Yeah, but that's so far away! Plus we gotta try and finish our project." He chatted, letting go his arm, with rosy cheeks, once he realised what he was doing.

"I can't, I got detention right now." Yoongi informed. Jimin understood immediately and walked away with a goodbye, leaving Yoongi in the middle of almost empty hallway.

Yoongi sat in detention on a chair that was harder than a pornstar's dick, no one had ever spoken up about the god awful chairs, making the school keep them. He chose to sit near a window at the back of the room, a few other students were scattered around. Gazing out the window, Yoongi took in the view, it wasn't beautiful or anything, it was just grass with some small flowers growing here and there, he turned his head away from the window and stared at the dark red clock near the door, it's constant ticking made Yoongi want to bash it with a hammer-or even better, a small annoying child.

"Psst! Yoongi!" A tiny voice called, seemingly from the window.

He turned back to the window, only to see the one and only Park Jimin. Why the fuck was he here?! And why is he wasting his time only to try and grab his attention?!

"What the actual fuck are you doing, Park?"

"Just call me Jimin, but I wanted to bust you out of here!" He whispered excitedly, gripping on to the window to keep him from falling off. The situation seemed like it would be in a movie or even in a fanfiction- a gay fanfiction...

"C'mon! The teacher might see me if you keep pondering about it!"

"Fine. But if you lose your grip, I won't try and save you."

"Deal. Now hurry!" Jimin urged, his eyes looking over at the open door the teacher exited through then back at Yoongi.

He quickly got out of his seat and climbed over the window and stared down, Jimin sensed his uneasiness and gave Yoongi a reassuring smile.

"Just don't look down that much and you'll be fine, I promise."

"How did you even get up here?"

"Let's just say I've had 'special' training."

With some help from Jimin, the two made it down with only a few cuts and scratches. Adrenaline was still rushing through Yoongi, he looked over at Jimin, who looked like it was just a walk in a park.

"Wanna watch a movie at my place?" Jimin suggested, grinning at Yoongi, who was screaming on the inside, with glee.

Jimin's house was what Yoongi imagined it to be, a big yet cozy house that could fit a family of five. They walked into the living room, Jimin jogging up to a stack of DVDs he had in the corner while Yoongi got himself comfortable on the white couch.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" Jimin asks, looking over at the blonde.

"Anything is fine."

Jimin nods and continues digging through all of his DVDs before picking out a action movie. Yoongi moves over so Jimin can have a seat, their shoulders touching slightly. The movie starts off with a fight but Yoongi notices Jimin's eyes staring at him for longer than a second, he ignores it, maybe something was on his face? He clears his throat and tries to focus on the movie.

'Keep your cool,Yoongi. Stay calm!' Yoongi thinks to himself,sweating a bit, he looks over at the other and sees him looking right back.

'Fuck.'