whipped. // yoonmin

4.

"I like Min Yoongi a lot more than Suga."

The moment their lips met, Jimin felt all the anger and animosity between them fade away. Yoongi was soft, from his pale cheeks to his long, bruised fingers, which he intertwined with his own smaller ones.

He forgot of the Suga that teased him when he first came to Silverleaf, that ignored him all the time. Now, all that was in his mind was Min Yoongi, hoping and praying that fate would treat them kindly.

Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head and leaning back against the bed. "It doesn't matter which one you prefer, because neither of them are good for you."

Sighing, he started shoving his things hastily into his bag. He had to leave; if he were to fall any deeper, there was no more going back.

Jimin furrowed his brows, confused. "Why are you packing up? We still have to work on the essay, and..." hesitantly, he grabbed Yoongi by his sleeve, "... I don't want you to go. Please... stay."

Maybe he was making a mistake. They were basically complete opposites, and Jimin was never one to believe the saying that opposites attract. It was unspoken that they came from two completely different worlds, and Jimin knew that, but holding Yoongi, kissing him- god, definitely kissing him- felt right.

Yes, maybe not letting him leave was a mistake, but he didnt care. He knew that he'd do anything just so he would stay.

Yoongi's heart ached, his hand reaching for the blonde boy. As much as he knew he had to leave, he couldn't get himself to stand up. He placed his on Jimin's thigh, unable to hide the smile that came to his face.

"What are you doing to me, Park Jimin?" he muttered quietly, moving closer and pressing a kiss onto his neck.

He smelled like strawberries which drew Yoongi even closer.

"If I start now, I won't be able to stop. You may like me now, but... that's just because you haven't seen all of me. When you see how messed up I am, I promise you'll go running for the hills."

"Trust me, Min Yoongi, when I say I can handle 'messed up.'" Jimin's words came out as a whisper as he wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck, pulling him closer. "I can handle you, no matter how mean you get. I promise."

'Don't worry,' he thought. 'I'm just as messed up as you are.'

That was enough for Yoongi to snap.

He grabbed the smaller boy by his thighs, pulling him onto his lap and kissing him again, as if he couldn't get enough of him. He tasted so good, smelled so good, and Yoongi couldn't help but hope that Jimin would be good for his heart, too.

"I hope you know what you're getting into..." His words were inaudible against Jimin's skin, his lips starting to trail lower and lower.

Yoongi's long fingers started undoing the buttons of the blonde boy's uniform, staring at his pale chest in shock. There was no shock that he was breathtakingly beautiful, but he wasn't prepared to see all the scars on the boy's torso.

There were marks tattered all over his skin, varying in size from small cuts to terrifyingly long ones- ones that looked like he had to be taken to a hospital to get them stitched up.

Jimin looked down at his own body and quickly pulled his uniform back around him, trying to cover himself. He had gotten so caught up in the moment that he seemed to have forgotten his past, and the scars that it left to ensure that it would always be a part of him.

"Park, will you please just give me what I want for once?" Jimin kept shaking his head, trying to block out the voice screaming at him; was this truly the voice of the boy he had fallen in love with? How could he have been so blind that he had stayed with this monster for so long?