Simul Operantes (Min Yoongi x BTS)

Help?

For the rest of class I just sat there listening to my music.

Why does fate hate me.

The only class I like and this has to happen.

It's bad enough at home and in between classes, but I'm now stuck with them here.

My thoughts were interrupted by the bell ringing and Mr. Chung.

"Have a nice day class and remember! Everyone must help and be heard in the songs!"

This made BTS freeze.

"Wait, everyone must be heard?!?"

"There goes the plan guys."

"This is just great isn't it"

There goes their plan to have me do nothing.

Then they walked away to get to their next class leaving me alone.

"Yoongi," said Mr.Chung, "The bell rang. You should get to your next class."

"O-okay," I said getting my stuff and walking to my locker.

I opened my locker, but it was suddenly slammed shut.

Wow! I can only wonder who that is! I totally don't know it's Namjoon!

"Be at my place by 4, got it?"

I nodded silently, not trusting my words at that moment.

"Well. See ya later loser," he said slamming me into my locker as he left to catch up to the rest of BTS.

I then felt blood trickle down my arm.

Shit. He opened a wound.

I ran to the bathroom, completely forgetting about class and honestly not caring.

When I got there, i threw off my sweater to look at the damage.

"Shit. . ."

There was blood running all the way from my shoulder to my fingertips, and gushing out like a blood filled waterfall.

Boy am I glad I wore a black sweater today.

As I started to wash off the blood, one of the bathroom stalls opened and Jin walked out.

Panic started to fill me, so I started to scrub, wishing I got home on time yesterday so I never got hurt in the first place.

It took a second, but Jin finally noticed me.

"Holy shit."

By this point I was so panicked and scared I was scrubbing so hard my skin was becoming raw.

"What the hell happened Yoongi?"

So shocked that someone in BTS would care about what happened to me, I just stood there staring at him and all we could hear was the running of the faucet behind me.

"W-what?"

"I said, what happened to you Yoongi? How did this happen?"

I didn't know wether to trust him or not.

What if it was all just a sick joke?

"Nothing. I'm fine," I said turning back to the running water to continue cleaning the blood.

"Well you're obviously not fine. Now tell me, what happened."

Wait, he actually cares?