T W I N K | | yoonmin {COMPLETED}

//TWENTY-THREE\\

Disheveled (n)
To be messy, but in a knowing way, as to want to happen.

-Urban Dictionary

Y O O N G I

Despite class being important, I took Jimin back to his house. But the door was locked, his mom wasn't home, and he didn't have his keys.

So then I took him to my house. And he is currently passed out on my bed while I raid the fridge for something edible.

"What the fuck?" I hear Jimin yell and then I hear someone rush down the stairs. It's Jimin, obviously, but his hair is disheveled along with his clothes and his face is puffy from sleep.

Goddammit.

"What am I doing in your house? Better yet, your bed?"

"You fell asleep after escaping the cafeteria and your house was locked so I had no where else to take you. I couldn't just leave you to sleep behind the school."

"You could have and you should have."

"Coulda, shoulda, woulda." I say, resuming my search for food.

"Do you know how wrong this looks?" Jimin asks and I can hear the stress in his voice as  he paces and runs his hands through his hair.

"Yeah, I know."

"And you're okay with this?"

"That's why you're in my house, twink."

"I thought you were mad at me."

"I am."

"Then why am I here?"

"I felt sympathetic."

"But?"

"I hate you twink."

"I guess the feeling is mutual."

"Whatever. Get ready. I'm taking you back to school."

"Why?"

"Because I can't stand to be in the same room as you!"

"Why?"

"No off topic questions. Because I don't want to. No, they're no. Permission denied. That's an off topic question. Next. You have been stopped." He says as he walks out.

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J I M I N 

"So, where did you disappear to yesterday?" Hoseok asks as he matches my pace.

"Nowhere."

"Hm. Would Yoongi happen to be in this nowhere?"

"He disappeared too?" I ask as I spin the lock to get into my locker.

"Yeah. No one saw him after lunch."

"Hm, I don't know."

"Well, have you seen him this morning?"

"No, I haven't."

"Okay, well if you see him, text me." Hoseok says as he pats my shoulder and walks away.

"Jimin, you get any sleep last night?" Tae's loud voice asks as he approaches me.

"Yes, I slept."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Something is up. Where did you go yesterday?"

"How about I not answer any questions until lunch so that everyone gets answers at the same time instead of everyone repeatedly asking me and annoying me."

"Oh, yeah, that's fine." Tae says, disheartened.

"Look, I'm sorry, but it's been a hard few days and everyone wants to know."

"That's one of the reasons why I get pissed at you." Yoongi says in passing.

"What the actual fuck?" Tae asks as he grabs hold of Yoongi's forearm.

"What do want Tae?" Yoongi asks and Tae slams my locker shut and takes hold of my forearm too. He is surprisingly strong.

"Where are you taking me?" Yoongi asks.

"I'm going to be late, Tae." I say, ignoring Yoongi.

"Of course that's all that matters to you."

"I want you to both shut up." Tae says, his hold strengthening.

Tae continues to drag us through the crowded halls, receiving a lot of looks and a few catcalls from the jocks.

Tae takes us outside but he doesn't stop there. He lets go of us when we get out to the student parking lot.

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