Playing With Fire [Yoonmin] 》DISCONTINUED《

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"YOONGI! MY MAN! HOW WAS YOUR DEPRESSION SESSION LAST NIGHT?!" Baekhyun shouted as Yoongi walked into the classroom, black hoodie thrown over his bright mint hair. Yoongi glared at him and took his place at the back of the classroom, isolated from the other students. 

He never paid attention in school, his grades were good enough for a pass. He never even needed any of these subjects, he was a music major and he was talented enough to get far and he knew that. That was the only good thing he was good at in his opinion.  Music. 

To take his mind off the stress and torture of school he would doodle his emotions on whatever he could find. This time it was just a piece of scrap paper left by a previous student.

"YOONGI! IF YOU REFUSE TO DO YOUR WORK I WILL SEND YOU OUT!" Mrs Kim shouted. Yoongi looked up at her with his expressionless face and shoved the paper into the pocket of his hoodie. "Weirdo," he heard his classmate mutter. He paid no attention. He was used to it by now. He didn't care, he was used to it by now. 

Suddenly the door opened and a joyful looking boy with orange hair burst in through the door. Yoongi scoffed. He hated this guy, as beautiful as he was. He was always the one who made Yoongi seem to be a psychopath. He was the reason for part of his pain.  

"Mr Park! You're over 30 minutes late to the lesson! Explain yourself!" Mrs Kim yelled. "I didn't want to come today so I went back to bed, sorry Miss," Jimin gave an innocent smile after. Yoongi scoffed again. "Whatever. Go sit down," Mrs Kim rolled her eyes, she'd given up fighting Jimin by now, he always had a remark. 

Jimin was going to sit next to Baekhyun but noticed him talking to his crush, Chanyeol. That left him with one other seat. Next to Yoongi. 

Jimin smirked as he placed his bag down. "Hey, Yoonie, what're we doing?" Jimin asked. Yoongi responded with a glare. He hated talking to people. "What? I just asked... do we just answer the questions?" Jimin never lost his smile that Yoongi just wanted to rip off. 

Yoongi pulled out his paper again and kept on adding detail such as a little smoke to show the furious fire in his lost and broken heart. "What're you drawing?" Jimin asked. Yoongi hid his paper and continued to ignore the younger. "Why do you wear makeup?" Jimin inquired. "You're gay, aren't you!?" Jimin burst out. Everyone turned to face the odd one of the class. "You're gay! Ha! Fag!" Sehun shouted. Yoongi's face flushed red from embarrassment and anger. "Shut the fuck up," he growled in a low voice. Truth be told, the elder's intimidating voice sent shivers down Jimin's spine but he didn't show that. "You're getting mad! Aha! You're gay! Oh my god, I bet you wanna fuck me, don't you?! You think I'm hot!" Jimin laughed. Yoongi didn't deny that; he couldn't. Just because he was an annoying brat didn't mean that Yoongi wasn't attracted to the younger, he was one of the- if not the best- looking guy Yoongi had ever laid eyes on. 

The class continued laughing at Yoongi. Yoongi arose from his chair, his face showing no emotion, not even anger as he grabbed his black bag with a skull on and left the classroom. "FREAK!" Baekhyun shouted before he managed to leave.

Jimin sat there, looking at the piece of paper that Yoongi was doodling on. "Damn..." he muttered. "Miss, shall I go after him? I'm gonna anyway, just let me," Jimin called out. Mrs Kim sighed. "Go, and tell him if he does something like that again then I will be getting his parents in for a word," Mrs Kim replied. Jimin smiles and nods, waving to Baekhyun as he left.

"Where is he?" Jimin said to himself. That question answered itself as he heard a cry from the bathroom.

He opened the door slowly and silently and opened his eyes wide. 

"Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!! NO!" Yoongi screamed, clutching his hair tightly as he sobbed in the corner. "NO!! I-I'm sorry!" he sobbed. Jimin walked over to him slowly and knelt down. "Yoongi?" he spoke softly, placing his hand lightly on the elder's shoulder. Yoongi flinched and turned to look at the boy with panic evident in his eyes. "I'm sorry!" he apologised and scrambled away from the younger and ran out of the room, almost tripping over his own feet.

"What the hell...?"