"The school bad boy crying into a stuffed animal? Never thought I'd get to see it."
Wherein Yoongi is the cliché 'heart throb' of the school. He spends his time either causing mischief or bullying his classmate Jimin till he's reduced to tears.
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Yoongi POV(1st person):
"Silly Jimin. You have to take his shirt off to tweat his arms!"
My eyes widen to the size of tennis balls at Jungkooks statement and Jimin gulps loudly. Jungkook is cute and all but sometimes the words he says that he intends to be innocent just make me want to make me want to dig a massive hole in the Earth and jump into it. To make matters worse , I could see him and Taehyung silently smirking at us.
"Jungkookie, don't ya think we should give Yoongi and Jimin a little privacy?"
"Hehe,yea. Wets go to my room so they can be awone together."
And then they went off with those stupid smirks still stuck on their faces.
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I was actually really nervous about him seeing me shirtless. Not because I was shy about it,actually now that I think about it I was shy about him seeing me shirtless. The reason was I actually cut myself before and I wasn't sure if the blade marks had completely healed. And I didn't want him to see my body covered in bruises. He would probably think I look disgusting with all those bruises.
There was actually a reason I was covered in bruises. I was so glad that neither Jimin or Taehyung had questioned the cause of my bruises. It was actually because of my step-dad again. It's been happening more and more often. So often that now I could no longer move around properly because the bruises were causing so much pain.
"I guess I should take your shirt of now,"he whispered with his gaze lowered down. He then lifted my arms up and slid my shirt off,with me hissing in pain every once in a while. Once he was done he just stared at my torso. I hated it; I felt so exposed. I felt like he was judging every mark on my skin. However I was slightly relieved that my cut marks had healed.
"Please stop staring at me. I know it looks disgusting..."
"Yoongi,it's fine. You're not disgusting. It actually looks kinda hot."
