ʏᴏᴏɴᴍɪɴ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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[yoongi]

walking to the train station wasn't fun, at least not for me.

the rain fell atop my head as i made my way down the sidewalk, i felt something tap against my shoulder, thinking it was the rain i didn't react.

"hey, yoongi." a familiar voice called out.

i turned my head to see the orange haired boy slightly behind me.

"oh hey jimin." i replied smiling, just a few seconds prior to the interaction i was dreading being outside but now i was smiling.

"here, you're taller than me, you hold it." he said, handing me his umbrella.

we stood underneath it together.

"we're very similar in height, i'm probably just a centimetre taller than you."

"well, whatever." he replied.

"anyway chim," i began casually, "how was your evening?" he looked up at me with his shaded cheeks and eyes of wonder.

"it was fine, a little boring to be honest, all i did was work on homework. how was yours?"

"it was alright, i worked on my music."

"your music?" he asked, seeming genuinely curious.

"i rap and write songs." i replied shyly.

"my dad likes to rap, jungkook and i are singers though, like my mom."

"then you can sing for me in my songs." i said, making him giggle.

"sure." he finished as we got to the train station and entered the train.

•t.s•

"so, yoongi, who's that omega you marked?" jackson, one of my friends asked.

"what do you mean?"

"he smells like you yoongi. plus the way he's acting? don't bullshit."

"seriously, i didn't mark him."

"come on stop bullshitting you little bitch." he chuckled, my anger slowly rising.

jackson always knew how to piss me off.

but why was he pissing me off?

"tell me how i could have an opportunity to mark him, even if i wanted to?"

"so you don't want to mark him."

"not right now."

"so you like him?"

"i didn't say that."

"so you don't like him?"

"i dunno, it's only been what, a week?" i paused, "things like that take time." i finished before storming off.

•t.s•

i sat in class, spacing off, entering my mind of racing thoughts. 'do i like park jimin? i mean what does it mean to like someone?'

i didn't know how to deal with the issue at hand; infact, i had never had the issue before.

though i couldn't solve it on my own, I knew someone who could help me.

•t.s•

"hoseok!" i yelled as I walked through the door.

"yeah yoongi?" he asked jogging down the stairs, "what's wrong?"