Roses - Yoonmin FF

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warning: this story contains references to suicide, self-harm, depression, and other mature content. 

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YOONGI strut down the halls with his items to his chest, smiling like an idiot. Jimin had given him his sweater out of generosity, and now Yoongi was filled with the amazing scent of him. People looked at him like they saw a ghost, as if they had never seen him smile before. Not thinking about his next, very very important period, he walked straight into the classroom without acknowledging anyone. He sat down in his seat and stared out the window, as always. In every single class, he sat by the window. He liked being able to distract himself from his depressing ideas and suicidal thoughts, and he enjoyed the cold breeze on his face. Once everyone was settled in, the teacher began to do his job. He blabbered on and on about cells and their purposes as if they hadn't learned this in the seventh-grade. "Yoongi! What is the function of lysosomes?" I blinked rapidly, racking my brain for the answer. This should be easy! I knew that I knew the answer, but it wasn't coming to my tongue. After a few seconds of silence, I heard the familiar disappointed sigh from the teacher. "Wrong! Now I'm giving you extra homework." all of the students snickered at Yoongi's failed attempt to retaliate. "That's not fair! It's the first day of school, can't you have some mercy?" the teacher merely shook his head, then returned to teaching.

Angrily, Yoongi opened his lyric book and began to sketch Jimin's soft features. Light strokes contrasted with his usual hand, causing the image to appear angelic and soft. Yoongi grinned down at his work, then turned the page and started to write a poem of some sort. 

"Why can the others not hear me,
but you can hear me loud and clear?
Why can you look me straight in the face,
while the others see right through me?
Why can you make my heart flutter,
while the others break it to pieces?
Why can you love me,
but the others don't give a damn?" 

Suddenly, tears sprung to his eyes, filling his waterline and spilling onto the paper. "Not again!" he whispered to himself, slowly rising from his seat and getting permission to go to the bathroom. He walked to his locker, getting his bag and heading to the bathroom. He had the unbearable urge to hurt himself. He unzipped the third pocket, his hand emerging with a razor. He gazed at himself through the mirror, tears trickling down his milky white cheeks. Quietly, his shifted his weight onto his left foot, running the sharp object through his wrist deliciously. He hated yet loved this feeling, blood rushing out of his body and leaking down onto the floor. He gave a bittersweet smile, cutting himself again and again. Each time elicited a loud cry from him, but he didn't care. If this was the only way to relieve himself of his pain, he was going to do it. He was desperate as fuck. 

"Y-Yoongi?" Yoongi whipped his head around, locking eyes with the angelic boy he was talking with before. He simply stared, not moving an inch. "Are you okay, Y-Yoongi-hyung?" Yoongi gulped, then dropped the razor to the ground. Slowly, he shook his head and hung it low to the floor. His knees gave out beneath him, causing him to fall to the floor. "Yoongi!" he sobbed loudly, not liking Jimin seeing him in such a vulnerable state. Jimin quickly dashed over to his side, hugging him tightly. "Stop doing that! That's not good for you," Yoongi sobbed into his shoulder, ashamed of himself. "I didn't want anyone to... anyone to see!" he said softly, gripping his arm with a tight grasp. "Yoongi, Yoongi, it's okay! It's okay." Jimin bit his lip, trying to find a way to help his hyung. "Here, hand me your phone." Jimin gently smiled at his older, patting his back. "Alright..." he got his phone out from his back pocket, giving it to the gorgeous boy. "What's your password?" Yoongi blushed slightly, tears still pouring out of his eyes. "134340..." Jimin rose his eyebrows. "Pluto? Nice," he unlocked his phone, went to contacts, and added his phone number. "Yoongi, you can talk to me if you ever have this thoughts or urges. Please, I don't want you to get hurt." Yoongi sniffed, wiping his eyes and looking up at Jimin. "Why are you so caring to me? You have no idea what I'm going through," Jimin merely smiled, not saying a word. 

Jimin held Yoongi to his chest until the period ended, rubbing his back tenderly. "Thank you for... you know..." a sudden, breath-stealing thought crossed his mind as Jimin held him. "Please, don't tell anyone! I would only get bullied more than I already do if anyone finds out! Please, I'm begging you!" Jimin chuckled. "Who would I have to tell? Did you already forget? You're kinda all I have at the moment..." Jimin looked down, the atmosphere growing awkward. Neither knew what to say, only breathed in each other's enticing scents. 

A couple minutes later, band-aids were all over Yoongi's arm as they exited the bathroom, sprinting to their next class. They were happy to have it together, which meant they could enjoy each other's presence for a little while longer. They entered the locker room, panting and sweaty. Yoongi sat down on the bench, head lolling backward as he parted his lips for more air. Jimin was quicker than him, and older had his shirt off. "Hyung! Which shirt should I wear?" he turned towards the older, smiling at him. Yoongi blushed as he glanced at his tight abs, at a loss for words. Jimin had two shirts in hand, the cloth blocking the view of his arms. "I think... the one on the left looks better..." Jimin discarded the sweater on the right, putting on the sweater on the left. He slipped out of his pants, pulling on light sweatpants instead of his jeans. Yoongi tried to look away, lifting his own shirt and Jimin's sweater over his head and opening his bad to look for his clothes. When he found nothing, he sighed, and stood up, stretching his hands over his head. "Yoongi-hyung, why haven't you changed yet?" Jimin's head was tilted as he stared right at Yoongi's bare chest, shameless. "I-uh-left my clothes at home... so Imma just wear this," Jimin bit his lip as if wanting to say something but stopped himself. "Well then just put my sweater back on, you weirdo." Jimin smiled fondly at the pale boy, walking over to the door and leaning on it, watching him change. 

Yoongi grabbed Jimin's sweater and put it on as he bounded over to Jimin and opened the door. He made sure to cover up his wrists, clinging to Jimin nervously. He was definitely not a great dancer, but he wasn't bad either. He always somehow forgot the choreography, though, which made him a disgrace among dancers alike. They entered the classroom together, all eyes landing on them. "Ahhh, welcome! I've heard of you two already," there were only 5 other people in the classroom, who were all at least two inches taller than the pair. One guy smiled at them, dimples digging into his cheeks. (joonie! uwu) "I'm Namjoon, your co-instructor for today. This is my last year of high school, so I know what I'm doing." a boy with broad shoulders came up from behind him, kissing his neck sweetly. "Namjoon, you can barely keep on your feet when you dance. Why don't we just ask Hobi to do it for us?" Namjoon rolled his eyes and turned around to hug him. "Jin, you're one to talk." one boy sitting on the floor by the mirror cried out. "Stop being so gay!" they both turned around, flipping the finger at him. "Taehyung, you know everyone in here is just as gay as we are," Jin's eyes traveled back to Yoongi and Jimin, seeing them with their hands on their elbows, looking away from each other. 

"Okay, everyone! To the dance floor! Let's start with stretching." Namjoon and Jin lined them all up by height, putting Yoongi right before Jimin. (I'm not gonna get into the stretching because I'm much too lazy and I don't know any stretching terms.) 

Soon enough, they were all ready to dance. "Okay! So we have a sorta... background music to play. Everyone should begin to feel the rhythm and let your body dance. Jin and I will just watch since... well, you know." everyone but Yoongi laughed, a chorus of deep and high voices. Loud music blared through Jin's speaker, (the instrumental version of Lie) and Jimin immediately came to the center. He moved his body perfectly with the music, a pained expression on his face. 

He started off with an arabesque, then fell to the floor, completely amazing them with his more than mediocre skills. He tilted his head back, picking himself up and performing a beautiful jete. Yoongi was in a complete daze, practically drooling over his skills.

Damn, this guy keeps the surprises coming!

Yoongi smiled to himself, rubbing his white wrists in anticipation for his next moves. 

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wow this chapter sucks bYE

- vani

june 19th, 2018 10:48 pm