Roses - Yoonmin FF

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YOONGI rapped on the door to his second class, English Literature, feeling faint hearted and hopeless. Everyone had avoided him in Orchestra this morning, teasing him and bullying him. When no one came to the door, he was engulfed in his thoughts and memories;

"Yoongi, you scrawny little faggot, why don't you just go and try to figure it out yourself?  Oh, I know why! Because your tiny little brain can't handle it!" one of the girl's friends snickered in the background. "Girl, he doesn't even have a brain!" that one, small statement caused Yoongi to break from his usual, stoic self. He ran out of the room, dropping the notebook of his lyrics and drawings, and broke into a sprint towards the bathroom. Tears blurred his vision as he tore through the halls, choked sobs ringing out from his mouth. 

He opened the bathroom door, crawling to the corner and crying. His body trembled with every breath, his neatly taped up heart shattering into a million pieces once again. This happened at least twice a day: a feeling of despondency overwhelming him. He sobbed into his long hands, going over all the reasons why everyone should, and does, hate him. 

And that's how he was brought to this door, his dark chocolate eyes bright red and puffy. Finally growing extremely impatient, he decided to try and open the door himself. Only the students were in class, no teacher. He sighed, relief washing through his tensed body. Now the teacher wouldn't have to yell at him for being a few minutes late. He sat down at his usual seat by the window, staring out the open window as the wind ruffled his raven hair. After a few minutes of living in silence, the class erupted in gasps and cheers. Extremely uninterested, Yoongi kept his eyes on the dog park across the roads. "Everyone! We have a new student! Would you please introduce yourself?" hearing the words 'new student' really sent a shiver down Yoongi's spine. and he turned towards the front of the classroom. As soon as his eyes landed on the new guy, his heart began to beat out of his chest. He was simply beautiful, with his dark hair and chubby cheeks, plump lips and small, crescent-like eyes, and his prominent chest and hips, and his—

Yoongi shook his head, and gulped down the drool that was about to spill from his gaping mouth. "H-hello, everyone! I really do hope I can become friends with you all, a-and fit in well at this school. Let's have a great year together!" he gave a bow, looking up through his lashes and locking eyes with Yoongi. A blush dusted Yoongi's milky skin, making him turn his head in embarrassment. "Alright, why don't you go have a seat next to Yoongi? He's the one looking all sulky by the window," the boy let out a low chuckle, then made his way over to Yoongi. 

Yoongi sat up straighter in his seat, hands gripping the pencil so tightly, he thought it might've snapped. The boy sat down in the desk directly next to his, their shoulders touching. "Hello there! I'm Park Jimin, it's a pleasure to meet you!" he extended his hand to Yoongi, smiling brightly. Yoongi hesitantly took hold of his hand, staring intensely into his eyes. "H-hello... if you ever need help with anything, just uh, ask me for help or something..." his voice got smaller with every word, doubting himself in the presence of such an angel. "Of course! I'll come to you whenever." he let go of Jimin's adorably small hand, looking down at the items in front of him. He had his binder, his pencil pouch, and three out of four of his notebooks. When he realized which one he had lost, he yelped in shock. "No! I can't believe I just—" Jimin tapped him on the shoulder, flashing him that smile that already made him weak in the knees. "Are you looking for this?" Jimin showed him a notebook with a black cover, gold embroidery, and messy silver handwriting all over the front. Yoongi looked at the book, to Jimin's face, back to the book, then snatched it out of his hands. "Oh, thank you so much! I don't know what I would've done if I'd lost this for real..." he hugged it to his chest, smiling fondly at the thought of all of his lyrics and sketches. "No problem," Jimin turned to face the board where the teacher was talking, twisting his pencil in his fingers and tapping it against his lips. Yoongi licked his own when he watched the impeccably perfect male, tapping his foot with anticipation. 

"Jimin! If you get one more question wrong, it's out of my classroom for thirty minutes! You should have worked on this already," the teacher's booming voice brought him from out of his trance, bringing his attention back to the work set out in front of him. Jimin's eyebrows furrowed when he stared upon the worksheet given to him, not understanding half of the words on the page. "Psst! Yoongi, would you mind helping me? I haven't exactly been the best at... well, anything! I need help, please!" Yoongi nodded out of instinct, turning the page towards himself and correcting what he had gotten wrong. He added a few vocabulary words hoping to assist the boy in any way he could. 

By the end of the class period, Yoongi and Jimin had gotten quite acquainted with each other. They already knew each other's favorite foods, colors, classes, and animals. Although most of their talk was childish, Yoongi still enjoyed it thoroughly. It had been a while since someone had talked to him and not called him something along the lines of faggot, or dumbass, or bitch, or practically any insult they could come up with. It always drove him crazy, but he tried not to show it. "Hey, Yoongi-hyung, would you like to eat lunch with me? I currently only have one friend at this school, but I don't know if he's quite comfortable with me yet..." Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "And who's that one friend?" Jimin rolled his eyes. "You, silly!" Yoongi chuckled at his own stupidity, leaning back in his chair and nodding. "Okay. You're my only friend at the moment as well, so it couldn't hurt, right?" then, everything had gone completely silent. The whole class' eyes were on them, annoyed and irritated. "You two have been chatting this whole period! Get out of my class with your stuff, now!" Yoongi flinched at his usually sweet teacher's harsh tone, quickly grabbing his stuff and dashing out the door. There was still a few more minutes until the bell rang for lunch, so Yoongi decided to go and put his stuff in his locker. Jimin followed closely behind, not wanting to get lost in the snaking halls of the school. 

"So, Yoongi, how long have you been here?" Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, aggravated that his damn locker wouldn't open. "Well, I've been at this school since I was an eighth-grader, since the high school and middle school switched buildings. I've known these stupid ass people since I was in third grade, though." Yoongi laughed bittersweetly to himself, eventually swinging open his locker door. He shoved his and Jimin's stuff inside, then quickly shut the door. The bell rang, and the halls were flooded with high schoolers. "Quick, to the cafeteria!" Yoongi and Jimin dashed off to the cafeteria, not wanting to get caught up with the worthless fools who attended the high school. It actually wasn't that long of a run, but Yoongi was tired as hell. Meanwhile, Jimin looked as if he was sleeping. That's how fucking calm he was. Yoongi was amazed. How could someone run for at least a minute, but not break a sweat? He brushed the thought out of his mind, then motioned for Jimin to follow him. They sat down at a round table, talking about random things that popped into their head. 

"Hey, so what class do you have next?" Jimin asked, tilting his head to the right. "I have Science, and then I have dance. How about you?" Jimin beamed at his answer. "I have math, and then dance! Yay! We're practically meant to be!" Yoongi smiled weakly, feeling the cold air conditioner rush down his back. He began to shake but said nothing. He didn't want to bother the happy-go-lucky Jimin with his problems. 

Unfortunately (yEET ITS FORTUNATELY MY GUYS), Jimin noticed his shivers, and happily took off the sweater that was wrapped around his waist, and handed it to Yoongi. "You look really cold. Are you alright there?" Yoongi nodded and shoved the sweater back to Jimin. "I don't want you to be cold. It's yours anyway." Jimin shook his head. "I insist!" he threw the sweater at Yoongi's face and giggled sweetly. Yoongi tore the sweater from off of his nose and frowned with feigned anger. "Fine! But only because you insisted." he slowly put the sweater on, staring at Jimin the whole entire time. "There, you happy now?" he nodded. "Very!" 

Yoongi smiled to himself as he ate his rice, fingers tapping on his knee anxiously.

What is this feeling?

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  yO wassup? this is the first (crappy) chapter of this (crappy) book! I don't exactly like the way it turned out, but whatever. It's eleven o'clock at night and I'm tired. No one's probably going to read this so idk why I'm even writing this but whATEVER

- vani
june 17th, 2018