You Take My Breath Away - ON HIATUS

Prologue

My name is Min Yoongi but almost everyone calls me Yoongi. I’m considered the maknae of my friend group. They always baby me and make me feel kind of left out. I try to get involved, I really do but I guess my agoraphobia gets in the way of that. Myself and Namjoon had been friends for almost three years, only speaking to one another after I’d got beaten up at school to the point I was unconscious for two hours. The kind of messed up thing about our friendship is that he was one of my bullies. Me and Hoeseok on the other hand, we’ve been friends for years. Since kindergarten, actually.

“Hey, Suga!” Jin, a fair skinned boy who was taller than me and who I’d known only recently after starting college and was a fucking dick to me, asked, grabbing my attention.

“Hmm?” I uttered back in response, staring absentmindedly at my chewed up fingernails before looking up at his dark brown eyes.

“We lost you for a second there, bro. What are you thinking about?”

“Death. Loneliness. Noodles. The usual, Jin.” I smiled, staring at him before turning my eyes back to my fingernails.

“God, you can be a right depressing little fuck at times, can’t you?” He scoffed, shaking his head before going back to look at his phone.

“So, boys, what are we going to do after we graduate? We’ve got to think of something to do, we can’t exactly keep living off the state.” Hoeseok piped up.

“Don’t know. We’ll find a way, Hoe. I have contacts.” Namjoon shrugged with a small smirk. Something seemed suspicious with that.

“What about you, Suga?” Hoeseok asked, using my nickname knowing full well that he’d get my full attention. The guys came up with the nickname ‘Suga’ because of my gummy-like smile and pale skin. I hated it more than my actual name.

“How am I supposed to know when I don’t know what to have for lunch later?” I asked with a scowl.

“Look, I don’t know what the fuck is up with you but would it hurt you to smile every once in a while?” Jin snapped. Deciding I’d had enough of Jin’s shit, I stuck my earphones in and rolled over so that I was facing the wall and away from them.

“Yoong?” Namjoon asked with a small whisper, shaking me lightly.

“What?” I muttered, my eyes still closed and still facing the wall in our dorm.

“Now, don’t freak out when I tell you this.”

“What is it, Namjoon?” I sighed, rolling over.

“We have a new roommate coming into our room.” He blurted out quickly. My eyes shot open and I stared at him in shock as I sat up on the bed.

“W-what? You better be joking.” I stuttered, almost breathless as my anxiety levels flew through the roof.

“I wish I was, Yoongi. He’ll be coming to the dorm in two days. So at least you’ve got a bit of time to prepare yourself before he comes in.” Namjoon informed me. My chest kept getting tighter by the second and my palms became clammy and sweaty. My vision went blurry and my hearing went weird.

“I-I ca-can’t breathe. Nam, I-I can’t br-breathe.” I panted out, my chest getting even tighter. He quickly grabbed hold of my shoulders and stared into my eyes.

“Follow me, Suga. In through your nose for three seconds.” I followed his action.

“Hold that for three seconds.” One. Two. Three.

“Exhale for three seconds.” I did and eventually, after doing it a few more times, it worked. Joonie passed me a bottle of water and sympathetic smile.

“W-what’s his name?” I asked after taking quite a large gulp.

“Jimin.” He sighed, sitting on the bed opposite.

“Jimin? As in rich boy, bad boy Jimin?” I asked in surprise. Namjoon nodded with a frown.

“As in rich boy, bad boy Jimin. Don’t ask me how or why because I’m just as in the dark as you are. I don’t know why the fuck he’d want to bunk with us.” He shrugged.

“That reminds me, where are the other two?” I asked, with a small frown. I saw Namjoon’s eyes widen a little bit before he cleared his throat.

“Uh, I don’t know. They, um, had to go and run errands or something. I’m n-not sure.” He stuttered.

“Nam, what’s going on?” I asked with a pout.

“Nothing for you to be concerned about. They’ll be back by the time you wake up. We’ve got Art and English language tomorrow morning so I suggest you get off to sleep. Don’t want you cranky now, do we?” Namjoon smiled. I stuck my middle finger up at him before turning over and pulling my duvet up to my pale shoulders.

The next morning, I was awake by 4:30am. No one was in the room, making me suspicious. I got out of bed, throwing a t-shirt on before walking over to the bedroom door. As I got closer to the door, I heard hushed voices. One of which mentioned my name followed by a dark chuckle. Suddenly, the door opened. Without thinking, I threw a punch to the first person that walked through. It was a hard punch because my hand hurt afterwards and the person’s nose crunched underneath the impact of my fist.

“FUCK! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Jin screamed, holding his hands in front of his face.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! I thought it was an intruder.” I replied with genuine remorse.

“A fucking intruder? Are you fucking special, Yoongi? Jesus Christ, you’re dumber than I thought.” He spat, sitting down on his bed after receiving some tissues from Namjoon.

“Fuck off, it was an accident.” Hoeseok piped up, scowling at Jin.

“Where had you guys gone anyway?” I decided to ask, seeing as Namjoon decided not to tell me the truth.

“None of your business.” Jin growled bitterly, tilting his head up.

“Stop milking it, Jin. It’s hardly going to be a bruise.” Namjoon sighed after examining his best friends wound.

“That was pretty impressive for an agoraphobic, Suga.” Hoeseok smirked, folding his arms and leaning into look at Jin’s slightly bloody nose. I forced a small smile before beginning to play with my long sleeves. About two hours later, we were all called to breakfast. I never ate the gruel-like slop they presented us every morning meaning that I wouldn’t usually eat until 9pm. In all honesty, I didn’t mind because I believed I was overweight so what’s the point in eating? Looking around the food hall, I couldn’t help but notice the crimson flash of red a few tables in front of me. Being the spoilt rich kid, also notorious for being the college bad boy, Park Jimin got away with pretty much everything, including extravagant hairstyles and clothing which would usually be against regulations. It wasn’t just my agoraphobia that made me anxious about the older boy moving to our room so close to the end of college. It was because of the fact that everytime I looked at him, my heart ached for him and his soft skin. I was near enough craving his attention but of course, he would never take a second look at some shy potato like me. I had a major crush on the college bad boy. The party boy. We were like polar opposites but I couldn’t help myself. I would kill to be with Jimin.

A/N - Okay, guys, that's the prologue done! I'm going to aim to upload twice a day but if that changes, I'll be sure to tell you. Okay, byeeeee xo