Cigarette Swings

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Yoongi's POV

warning-not smutty but very aggressive making out.

I was confused to say the least, he didn't know. How could he? The only person who knew I was gay.... was me. Then there was him. This was Jimin, the guy who beings a girl home almost every Friday, never a guy. The guy is straight I swear. Why is he doing this? Why didn't I move? it wasn't like I kissed him back but I didn't stop him. I looked at him, he was pretty. Maybe even prettier than Hoseok, but that may just be the sadness talking. I don't know why but just then it seemed right. I smashed my lips into his and he took it. He picked me up and placed me on the kitchen counter. He may be 1cm smaller than I am but he was stronger and I liked it. Or I thought I did. He was dominant and it made me happy. The whole time I hadn't thought about Hoseok or how he made me feel.

We almost crashed around his apartment before arriving in his bedroom. He shoved me on his bed with force but it was sexy. He took his shirt off and I was so caught up in what was happening I wasn't thinking. His hands came to my chest and reached for my buttons. But I stopped him, I didn't want this, but I wanted him. He was right and Hoseok was wrong.

"not right now, please I want you but not his" I said to him

"okay baby, whatever you please" Jimin replied. This was a side of him I had never seen and it was fresh. He scooped me up bridal style and carried be to the couch, where we lay for what seemed like forever. And it felt amazing but yet there was a stone in my soul.

Jimin's POV

He was smiling in his sleep. I'd rarely seen him smile and it would be cute, if I was into him. My heart was racing the whole time I'd been shoving him around the apartment. I was down to fuck a boy like I would a girl, however he wasn't the one.

When he woke up I asked him if he was okay with our relationship going to school. He said it was fine. I wasn't bothered either, no one messes with us.

It was a few days later and we went into school holding hands. If we got stares we replied with glares. Oh how people shit themselves when they get one of them. "Yoongi, babes, do you want to go to chem" I asked, I knew he'd say no "yes, honey I do, I have I project to be done," I looked at him with surprise. Had we not been dating I would've beat his ass, but I had to act the part "what ever you want darling, ill be smoking by the bike shed should you need me," I was about to walk off when I flash of red entered my vision. Hoseok. I pulled Yoongi in to a swooping kiss, grabbing the whole hall way's attention. Then I left to do exactly what I said, go smoke a fag. God causing this much trouble was great.

Hoseok's POV

I made my way into school, I was dressed in a yellow jumper with black jeans. I had a little makeup on but it wasn't noticeable. This morning I prayed that Yoongi would skip class. I couldn't face him. I had been angry at him but I couldn't stay that way for long. It was too hard. I tried texting him but the number was blocked. I convinced myself that if I went into school it would all be okay, but it wasn't. I had chem first period, shit. I was out in the hall when I saw a commotion. I saw Jimin's silver hair swooping down on some girl. Her hair was a similar colour to Yoongi's. Out of interest I looked over the crowd only to see the man who broke my heart, but this time it shattered. I stood as a single tear descended down my face. I walked into chem heart no longer there but somewhere else, looking for a solution. Yoongi walked in and looked at me. His face was a mix of lust and distress. Lust for Jimin, distress for me.

"hey have you been crying" he said as he approached me.

"no why do you say," both our voices were monotone and dead.

"oh, just your make up has... yeah" he replied not looking at me directly. I'd had enough. I excused myself from my seat and left the house. I planned to go home and never leave.

Yoongi's POV

That was an amazing kiss but it brought so much attention. I was afraid of the looks I would get but I shook it off. I walked into chem to see Hoseok sitting there. My face lit up, lust covered the distress I had from the hall way incident. But he turned away, mascara stains split his porcelain foundation. I tried talking to him but he brushed me off. I looked away and the next moment he had left his seat and he was going out the door. I wanted to go after him, but how could I do that to Jimin.

And I thought I was confused before

A/N

oof shes a thick boi. Lmao sorry its sooo long (well longer than usual). The drama is unreal I mean damn. I think im gonna change Hoseok's hair colour WHAT DO YOU WANT IT TO BE comment down below and ill see what I can do. Any ways its a sunday and im tired sooo

yeet ya l8r lads

amu out xoxo