T W I N K | | yoonmin {COMPLETED}

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VKook (n)
VKook is the world's most powerful ship. It's not a boat y'all, it's a ship. Go search up 'ship' if you don't know. The ship consists of Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. Two beautiful human beings btw.

-Urban Dictionary

J I M I N

As we walk into the school gates, everyone slowly starts to turn their heads towards us. We walk up the middle sidewalk to find our group of friends.

"Yoongi, Jimin, there you are. I thought you guys were going to skip today." Tae says, hugging me from the side.

"Like I would skip my second day of school." I say, rolling my eyes with a smile, hoping no one will notice that Yoongi and I showed up together.

"So, how was last night after we all left?" Jin asks with a smiling Namjoon practically attached to him.

"It was great. Got a lot of sleep." I answer nervously.

"Really? No action? Or are you the type to not tell?" Tae asks.

"Tae, there was no action. Besides, even if there was, Jimin would still be at home whining because his legs hurt." Yoongi says.

"Oh please, it'd be the other way around. There's no way you would be a top." I say, facing Yoongi.

"Pfft, yeah, I'd be bottom. And Vkook isn't a thing." Yoongi says and I look back at the two, both blushing and staring at the ground. Well, after they took a step away from each other.

"This group is so bad at lying." Hoseok says, looking dissapointed.

"Well, I'm not lying." I say, turning back around to face the group.

"Sure." Jin says with that same smile.

The bell rings and the entire mass of people in the courtyard rush to get inside. I get to my locker and, as I am about to close it, someone walks up and closes it on my face, spinning me around, and pinning me to the locker. The face is familiar but I can't put a name to a face.

"Hello Jimin. How have you been?" The boy in front of me smiles.

"He's been good. Is there a problem here?" Another voice asks, one of the first voices I heard when I came to this school: Tae's. Except his voice has dropped an octave.

"No, no problem. Just good friends catching up." The boy says with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Hey, back off." Yoongi says as he comes up, pushing the dude in front of me away.

Why is he sticking up for me? I ask to myself as Yoongi pushes the guy back.

"Woah, I don't want any problems, I just wanted to talk to him. We did, after all, have a lot of fun for a good six months. Right Jimin?" The guy asks as Yoongi stares at him, Tae behind him.

"Beomseok. Back off." I say, immediately remembering who he is.

"You actually know him?" Yoongi asks.

"Yeah, it was a couple of years ago. I don't want to talk about it right now." I answer, eyes still glued to Beomseok.

"I don't want any trouble. I'll go now." Beomseok says before running off, a few girls following him with their eyes.

Yoongi turns to me, takes one step closer, grabs my hand, and pulls me in the opposite direction, down the hallway. He pulls us into a storage closet and turns the light on. When he turns the light on, we are closer than I thought, and I take a step back, tripping on some piece of equipment. Yoongi's arms reach out to catch me, doing their job well.

"What happened between you two?" Yoongi asks, looking down at me.

"I said, I didn't want to talk about it."

"Yeah, well, I don't care. If we're going to make this friendship work, we need to have some sort of background information on each other."

"Fine. It was when I turned fourteen. I had a big birthday party and everyone from school came over. Some how, we found some alcohol and got tipsy. I was just discovering that I was gay and I was ready to experiment to see what it was like. I met Beomseok and we just hit it off. He told me he was bi and that he thought I was cute. He pulled me to my bedroom and, well, you know what happens next. When we woke up the next morning, he asked me out and I said yes. For the next six months we snuck around his parents and mine both, scared to death that they would disown us if they found out what we were doing. It came to a screeching halt, though, when his mom walked in on me and him in the middle of the night. His mom kicked me out, and the next day... he wasn't at school. He just left. I thought I was actually in love, but now I know that I wasn't in love. It was pure infatuation that brought us together, but those six months were so enlightening and so... so good. And then they just ended. I never knew where he went, but I figured it was to America, not Daegu." I say, and Yoongi's face goes from mad to pitiful to passive, like normal.

"So why did he slam you up against the lockers?" Yoongi asks and I blush, looking at my feet.

"I used to love it when he would push me up against the wall." I murmur, and yet he hears me perfectly.

"I'm sorry if that was over the line." Yoongi says, getting a little bashful.

"No, it's fine. I'm surprised my secrets aren't all over the school yet."

"What do you mean?"

"Normally gays' secrets are spread ten times faster than other people's because they're 'different'. You just have to be smart with who you tell." I answer and the bell rings.

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