rewind; min yoongi.

two.

earlier that year.

Oh, Summer. The time of year everybody gets so excited yet so anxious about. The hot sun is out, school's off, swimsuits on, boys are hotter than ever and alcohol and drugs are purchased more than any other time of the year. I have to say one of my most favourite days of Summer is the last day of school, where we do absolutely fuck all in our so called classes and say goodbye to our knob-head teachers. Great, isn't it?

The stuffy weather hooded immensely in the school corridors, making me sweat and loose hope and the will to live within every strive. Only six hours left of this hell pit, and I'm out. This weather, this Summer, this school was slowly (but surely) killing me, and I just could not wait to escape for a couple of weeks.

My exhausted, sweaty palms pushed my locker door shut, to where I saw my best friend before me, smiling wider and brighter as ever before.

His cute, chubby cheeks glistened with natural oil and radiance in the Summer sunshine, and his mocha eyes watered slightly, and his hooded eyelids were smiling almost, and so were his warm thin defined lips. His jawline was defined more than normal in the sunlit halls of our school, and his dimples were more carved and dominated within his facial structure, making him look like a sun beam from the hot fire ball in the sky above us.

I couldn't ask for a better other half to be honest, he was the best person I could ask for a best friend. He's smart, funny, sweet, loyal and ever so talented. And there he was in front of me, finally bringing hope into my morning.

'Mills!' Hoseok squealed, waving his flexible arms in the air, jumping and leaping obliviously, hitting about three younger pupils behind him. 'Last day of school! You excited for Yoongi's party tonight?'

Oh, God. Yoongi.

Yoongi was the type of boy you'd hold your breath to when strolling past in the corridors. He's the boy you stare at, but as soon as he moves ever so slightly towards your direction you look oppositely, to not risk the danger of his consequences and reactions. He's the type of boy who takes every girl's breath away just by walking, breathing and talking. He was a bad boy. He was a popular boy. He was the popular boy. I opened my dry lips to speak to my best friend, but instead Hoseok goes to reach out for my arm, pulling me into him.

'Speak of the Devil,' Hoseok whispered, pulling his lips to my ears and turning me diagonally towards the other end of the corridor.

And there he was. Tall. Handsome. Perfect. Pitch smokey black hair fell fluffy and puffy beyond his head, framing his chiselled face almost stunningly, breath-takingly, perfectly. His white shirt was tight, fitting and flattering, his Summer hot black school pants outlined his thighs seductively, and his backpack hung cooly behind his muscular back. Sweat laid photogenically on his cheek, making him look like a shining God it seemed, and his forehead was as immaculately shiny as his leather boat shoes.

Min Yoongi stepped so effortlessly and coldly, his shoulders high and macho, yet his legs and arms structure seemed so chilled, relaxed and somewhat lazy, fatigued. His smile complimented the way his hair was messy and sweaty after practising for Basketball games, and his gummy smile complimented the way husky vowels and consonants fell from his soft pink, strawberry lips.

Wow, I thought to myself, not taking my eyes off of him as he strolled past. It seemed like the whole world and universe around me had froze momentarily, and I just wish I could rewind and watch that whole few seconds reoccur inside my head again.

Snap.

'Mills?' MILLS!' I heard Hoseok say, shaking and gripping me. He took me away from my imagination, and back to reality. His hands wrap around my forearm, and his clammy hands dragged me slowly down the halls.

'Yeah...' I somehow managed to say, hesitantly turning away from Yoongi. 'I'm coming.'

'You know, Millie...' Hoseok begins again, takin away his clammy hand on my forearm and now placing a Summer warm hand on my shoulder. 'You don't have to be so blunt.'

'I can say what I want, whether that's a lot of words or not,' I respond quickly and emotionally, trying my hardest to hide a small smirk or amusement.

'You're not blunt when it comes to Yoongi...' Hoseok teases, coming in front of my eyes now, blocking my view from the rest of the corridor and Yoongi on the other side. 'Isn't that true?'

'Shut up,' I mutter annoyingly, slamming my locker shut. The shutter of the metal shattered between Hoseok's nervous system, making him shiver and jump to himself, which led to him playfully smacking my arm.

'Don't do that! You almost gave me a heart attack!' He screeched yet again, causing every youth around us to gaze deathly, making my cheeks flush and fill with red hot embarrassment and thick anxiety.

As I thought things could not get anymore patronising, I saw Yoongi spin on his heel, eyeing me and Hoseok up, letting a chilling smirk surround his lips. Chills suddenly gathered around my spine, making me close my eyes and making me feel my own stomach twist and turn. My teeth went cold, and my tongue went wet, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. It was if I could hear Hoseok staring at me, and staring at the way Yoongi was looking at us.

How can somebody be so peaceful, yet so god damn intimidating to the point it makes a blunt girl like me feel sick? How? I lifted my eyelids, and I placed my eyes onto Yoongi's smile, and his eyes automatically locked with mine down the corridor. Yoongi, absentmindedly, strutted his way along towards Hoseok and I, and I could feel both me and Hoseok tense up.

'I fucking swear to God, Hoseok' I whisper to him, letting a miniature giggle escape my mouth. By the this time, me and Hoseok stood up straight, and went back to normal, whatever normal was these days.

Yoongi was keeping his eyes onto the floor beneath him, before suddenly looking up when he stood before us.

'Uhh...' Yoongi huskily mutters, sending another load of shivers down my spinal chord. 'So... you two coming later on?'

Oh, God. Did I have to be friends with Hoseok? Because every other weekend it seems I'm going out to these drunk parties, and I can not lie I do tend to love them. I used to despise them, as everybody becomes drunk, high and absolutely fucked, but some of the times at parties are honestly the best moments of my life, and my father would always say how to enjoy them as I won't be able to go to many more in the further future. And as this specific party was at the Min Yoongi's house on the last day of school... No way was I missing it.

Suddenly, I feel a stabbing pain in my ribs, to see that Hoseok was staring at me deathly. I realised that I must've been staring and gazing into Yoongi's coffee eyes yet again, and I must've seemed next to insane.

'Yeah, yeah,' I try and say as clearly as possible. 'We're coming.'

'Ha, okay,' Yoongi effortlessly says coolly. 'We'll see you then.'

'We have Drama class, Yoongi,' Hoseok says shyly, while Yoongi was turning away but turned back around again.

'Mhm... So we do. Millie, you coming?' He says, making me melt from head to toe, locking eyes with me yet again.

'Yeah,' I say, pulling Hoseok and following after Min Yoongi. 'I'm coming.'

The tall, God-like black and white figure rotated again to look at me.

'Good.'