Pervert || Yoonmin

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"No one wants to watch you deep throat a banana, taehyung."

This was the third time Jimin had said it that today. It wasn't even true, Jungkook definitely wanted to watch him deep throat a banana... Jungkook wanted him to deep throat something else too. Something longer... and harder...

A cucumber, for example. That'd really show his giraffe like talents.

But Park Jimin most certainly did not. He had absolutely no desire to watch his best friend of fourteen years (having met at the age of three) shove a mother fucking banana down his throat at the other end of the canteen table. Unless he choked. That'd be a little funny.

"Just getting a little practice in chimchim, Jungkooks dick is just so massive it hurts my throat someti-"

Whack.

With a swift movement of the wrist, Seokjin hit the back of Taehyungs neck with a pair of chopsticks. "So disgusting, whilst we're trying to have a meal together too," He tutted, burying his head in his hands, completely humiliated from the pure disrespect of his 'children'.

Namjoon awkwardly patted his boyfriends back, somehow managing to transfer the gravy from his hands onto the back of his white jumper. He could only hope jin wouldn't realise.

He was dead if the elder found out.

"Come on hyung~ we all know how kinky you and Namjoon get at night... remember that time a came over to your house and walked in on you handcuffed onto the bed with a gag in yo-"

The second hit of the lunch break. Both jins and Namjoons faces were completely red, making Jungkook think they should probably dress up as tomatoes for Halloween.

Or strawberries.

Or cherry's.

Or ap-

"Hey~ earth to Jungkook." Taehyung waved his hand infront of his boyfriends face. Taehyung had been asking him questions, growing annoyed as he realised Jungkook wasn't even paying attention.

"Why are there so many red fruits?"

By this point jimin was genuinely worried that his friends had a fruit fetish.

—

"Stop staring at him Yoongi, everyone thinks you're weird enough as it is." Hoseok took a sip of his iced tea, watching as his best friend intently stared across the school canteen.

Yoongi looked back at him with an eye roll. 'Me? Weird? Pfft, what's weird about a seventeen year old guy that only talks to three people, weighs less then his thirteen year old sister and cries when a teacher asks him a question in class?' Is what he wanted to say. But instead just mumbled  'shut up'

Yoongi was more then a social outcast. As he wanted to say, he talked to three people and only three people. Hoseok, whom he'd known since birth, his mom and his before mentioned sister. And when he did speak, it was quiet, soft yet somehow raspy like he'd been smoking a pack of cigarettes  everyday for the past ten years.

He'd learnt it was better to stay silent then to have others judge you.

"Come on, we need to get to class early so y— so we don't have to walk through the crowds of people," Hoseok yawned, shrugging on his backpack as he stood up, Yoongi nodding and following behind as they walked to history. Boring ass history.

Yoongi knew hoseok had meant to say so 'you don't have to walk through crowds of people' and it made him feel a huge presence of guilt. Hoseok always went out of his way for him and Yoongi felt like he'd given nothing in return.

He kept a mental list of all the shit hoseok had to do because of him.

Here it is:
• changed his timetable so he and Yoongi would have all the same classes
• walks him too and from school every day
• comes to his house at night if he can't sleep
•or if he has nightmares
•often buys food for Yoongi when his mom doesn't have money for his lunch
•continues to be friends with him

Because of this, Yoongi labeled himself a burden, not even just to hoseok but his mum and sister aswell. He was usually with one of the three at all times. His mum
Had even started to sit with until he fell asleep, which usually meant she was up for hours before going to work early the next morning.

Burden.