study with me ✎ m.yg x p.jm

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i don't have really any real knowledge of polyamorous relationships or how they work entirely, so please bare with me and tell me if something is wrong or could be improved :)

back to yoongi

i could tell something was off the second i stepped into the hallway. as i strolled down as casually as ever, the stares were impossible to miss. i expected stares, though, since my face, nor the marks on my neck had fully healed just yet. but the stares i got today were different than the ones you'd expect if someone had dark bruises on their face and neck. they were chillingly familiar, in fact.

they were stares i got back in 8th grade, the day after kang seulgi outed hoseok and i. my heartbeat sped up as i had the realization.

what do they know?

as i tried to walk to my class, the stares only became more focused on me. eyes would flash from their phones and onto me, then back again. until there was a yell from another corridor.

"YOU? A FAGGOT? AND FOR MIN YOONGI, OF ALL PEOPLE?"

seulgi.

the entire hallway rushed to see what was happening, dragging me with them into the middle of the very large crowd of students. there were kids up against doors so that teachers wouldn't be coming out anytime soon.

i saw the flaming red hair standing in the middle and pushed my way to the front.

jimin and seulgi were face to face. seulgi threw insults, slurs, and straight up bitching at jimin, who just stood there like a statue for the most part. he looked in between crying and swinging at her makeup coated face. but, he told me he would never hit a girl no matter how bad, so his fists were practically shaking at his sides.

"come on, hit me! maybe if you do, some other fag will think it's hot and you'll have a dick up your ass tonight!"

"at least i would, seulgi."

'ooh's erupted from the crowd at jimin's snarky comeback. i admit, that was good.

seulgi spotted me and stopped what she was doing, coming over to me. everyone stared at me, making me break into a cold sweat.

"and here you are, like a little gay puppy who heard it's name." she smiled evilly down at me. i looked over her shoulder and saw jimin staring at me too. worried, though.

she turned on her heel and faced the circling crowd. "so, you've seen the pictures, everyone?" the crowd murmurs in agreement. what pictures?

"well, our mr. min and beloved mr. park have done a bit more than holding hands. you see," she turns back around to face me, but still at a range where everyone would hear her if she spoke.

"maybe a month ago, a little birdie let me in on a secret. he would've told it himself, but it seems yoongi and jimin got to it first. it's no problem, though. usb drives and computers help wonders." she gave a sadistic smile and jimin and i wore the same face, one that screamed pure fear.

the video.

suddenly, over the course of 30 seconds, everyone's phones dinged or vibrated, and everyone viewed their incoming text message. jimin and i didn't need to watch the video that was sent, it was haunting us already.

"let me pleasure you, hyung. i'll treat you well, i promise. do you trust me?"

"yes."

"you said you didn't want to go farther, and i won't, but would you let me undress you? or is it too much?"

"just the top fully, and thank you for asking."