My doll [Yoonmin]

31. Sometimes

It had been hours, then days and the days turned into weeks.
Nothing.

Not even a word left either of their mouths, Yoongi regretted what he said but wasn't going to steep low enaugh to apologise to a human doll.

Meanwhile Jimin just wasn't prepaired to take any more hits to the chest, he really wanted to go back home and right now was the perfect time. He realised it was hopeless, but then again he knew that from the very beginning.
He never had a chance.

Was this bad or good news? He didn't know that himself.

But if it ment that it would hurt less than what he felt everytime Yoongi spoke he'd do it, an aching heart hurts more than a open cut. A open cut lasts for a bit before healing, while a aching heart comes and goes when you least expect it. Years or even decades after, it allways seems to find its way back into our head.

Jimin sighed as he sat up from the sopha.
Finally making his way to the toilet, it was wierd how they both stayed home and yet he had'nt seen Yoongi once.
That was till he made his way to the toilets, he just had to walk into Yoongi.

Jimin had gotten even worse, he wouldn't even come anywere near him. Not to mentionion talking.

But then at school it was another story, Jimin was loud and bubbly. His chubby cheeks bounced up and down as he jumped up trying to reach the scetchbook Taehyung waved about up in the air. Yoongi sighed and let his arm fall onto the desk, causing his head to fall to as he glanced up at Jimin.

Gravity came and went as Jimin fell forward into Taehyung's chest with a small chuckle, hiding his bright red cheeks in the others chest.
The way Jimin acted towards Taehyung made everyone think that there was something between them, how they were made for eachother.

"Fuck this " Yoongi mumbled as he kicked his desk forward causing it to tipple over as he stood up and walked passed the two males.
His only destination was the roof top, he planned on skipping the lesson alone but once he got there his place had already been occupied by a very irritating male.

"How is my Yoongi doing? Already regretting not taking that boys kiss instead of beating the hell out of him?" The guy chuckled before feeling a sharp sensation in his gut causing his cigarett to fall to the ground as he let out a gasp, but Yoongi caught it just in time before sliping the herbal delight inbetween his lips.

"Shut it im really not in the mood" Yoongi sighed as he leaned against the tall ball behind him.

"Fu...da...dam you hit good...i..i wonder how that boy felt? I bet he pissed his pants the next time he saw you" the male laughed, but Yoongi didnt find it verry amusing as he gripped a chunk of the other's hair before pushing his head down and standing up "you ruined my mood"

"It was already fucking bad so how did i make it worse?!"

"By opening your damn beek"

"Oy that's not ni.." and with that the door slam closed.