Sick Love. (Yoonmin)

Two:

"Yoongi," Jimin wines as I take his hand and drag him to a janitors closet no one is near. "Jimin." I catch my breath as we both stop inside.
My eyes focus on the boy in front of me, the closet being small and dark, light entering just enough to see the beautiful form. My hands can't help but touch him, grabbing his dainty arms to his small waist. "Yoongi we're going to be late for our class~." I smile to the thought of us staying any longer.
"You're right." Agreeing. His puppy like eyes, lips pouting get to me. "Fine, just give me a kiss." I say as I grab his jaw, leaning in to once again touch the softness I crave. His smile interferes as we kiss quickly, the thought of him being happy excites me. "Okay, as much as I want to be here with you. The art teacher really likes me and expects a lot. So." Jimin goes on to say, "Yeah yeah I get it. You go first then I'll make my way soon." "Yoongi, you're going to be late again? It's only been a few weeks into school." "Yeah? And?" I ask teasing him, while also still having my hands fixed on his adorable fingers.

"One more." He says before kissing me. Then opens the door to peak outside.
Without any second left, he leaves me inside. I back up to sit on a bin, boring minutes go by then I leave too. Not really wanting to go to class yet since I want Jimin mad at me. He's adorable when it comes to classes, we're doing our best to keep us a sweet secret but he still asks around if I was in class to make sure I'm not being a trouble.
I need him but he doesn't need someone like me in his life.

Walking outside along the sidewalks I hear steps from afar, my head down. Not caring who it may be, "Yoongi?" A girls voice calls, "Yes?" I look up to see a girl I've known for a long time. "Hi you, it's Ji." She smiles while playing with her hair. "What are you doing here?" I ask bluntly, catching her attention right away. "Just on a short stroll, didn't know I would catch you here." She jokes as I stop to look around. "Ah yeah I didn't want to go to class yet." I reply without a care in my tone, hoping that would hurry her out of my way.

"I can join you? You don't seem to be in a good mood." She says politely, when am I even in a good mood other than when I see Jimin? She wouldn't even see me then. "That would be kind but I'm really just trying to think right now." Bingo, she's now having a face that regrets asking. "That's fine, I hope you get through whatever there is." She still manages to say with kindness.
Finally she walks past, I bring my head to look down but then I hear loud chatter. Looking up to see I'm halfway past the large school, seeing at the end corner, those pigs of 'thugs' are dancing around laughing. They used to try hang out with me, getting me to answer questions, seeing if I would suit being in their 'group'. They're bad and I only avoided it because I knew Jimin wouldn't like it one bit.
They're punk and wouldn't stop if they thought they were doing the right thing for their stupid ass group. I've only heard, but other male students have been sent to the hospital from a group, I know there are other groups in this big school but these guys have always been known to over do. Most of them my age, others are wimps that tag along.
Their laughter break my thought. I back away staring at them, I shouldn't get involved. There are too many from what I can see at that corner.
I am a fighter, I've grown up tough, others always wanting what I can have. Getting in fights but not sending people to the hospital.

"Hey you!!" A strong voice calls, my eyes widen to them walking towards me. I turn and think, there's no way the others can run to the other side of the school and get me, I'll find a entry way. I start to run, looking back to them gunning to me too.

I'll have to take my blue jacket off inside so they don't recognize me.
I run forwards and stop quickly to a door. These guys must be kidding around, just in case though, I'll play it safe.
I run inside to the same janitors closet I was in before. Trying to steady my breathing as I wait for the guys to catch up.
Then, I hear the doors swing open, their steps that are too many to count, I stand still listening from the safe door, it luckily has a lock from inside. That's why I bring Jimin here.
Faint 'where is he' and 'let's keep looking' come from their mouths as I just wait.

.... I'm carefully walking through the halls, other students out stepping around for their reasons, I make my way to art class. Having a smile remembering who's there. Then as I get to the door, I get rid of it and open the door. With a late slip in hand I give it to the sweet old teacher who seems to just smile and takes it.

Chatter going around the room just as I sit next to Jimin. "There's ten minutes left." He tells with a pout. "Yeah, my bad." I say nervously and grabbing a pencil.
I can't help but be happy I'm here now, Jimin's hair falls over his gentle face, the way he smiles, his lips moving. His eyes on me.

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