poet

THIRTY THREE

Yoongi felt a sadness in his chest the whole school day. He was sad when he got home, too. He couldn't help but to think he'd done something wrong to make Jimin mad at him. He sighed sadly as he slumped down onto his bed. Jimin clearly hadn't wanted to talk to him, and that hurt him more than anything ever had before. He felt so sad about it.

Yoongi's eyes travelled around his room, ghosting over the various posters of different bands he liked that hung on his walls. His desk where his laptop sat, open and ready for him whenever he decided he'd want to continue on with his newest song idea. Nothing major, he just made a few songs here and there for fun. Nobody ever heard them.

His eyes then landed on the blue, Pokemon sticker covered journal. He debated reading another entry. He was feeling down. Perhaps another entry would make him feel better, seeing as they always seemed to be funny. A small smile graced Yoongi's lips as he sat up. He stood from his bed to grab the journal from his desk. He sat down in his desk chair and got comfortable as he prepared for another entry, hoping it would make him feel even the slightest bit better.

Yoongi opened up to where he left off; Entry Number Five.

Screee

I hate myself more and more each day. And the sad part is, it's all my fault.

What the actual heck is wrong with me?

Okay before I go off topic like last time, of course this is a Yoongi situation.

Min Yoongi. Ah. What a beautiful specimen.

Yoongi snorted. "Glad someone thinks so..." he mumbled to himself.

Wait no that's not what I'm here to be talking about. Someone drown me in a pool of lemon juice.

Okay. So.

Yoongi laughed. Laughed this time. Not even five seconds in, and he's already laughing. Thank fuck.

Today during art, while we were working on our projects with our partners, of course me working with my absolutely amazingly gorgeous and spicy partner, (kill me?), I couldn't help but notice the cute lil tattoo that I saw peeking through from under Yoongi's shirt sleeve. I kept glancing at it, naturally, because I'm a snoopy bean and God created eyes for a reason, right?

Okay, so maybe I wasn't as sneaky about it as I now wish I had been, because apparently he noticed me looking at it.

Yoongi's brows furrowed. He looked up from the book for a few seconds. "Wait..." He thought for a moment before brushing off the familiarity of the situation, and continued reading.

So here's the whole conversation in detail, and hopefully I'm a good enough writer that it feels like you're reading a book:

"You like my tattoo?" Yoongi asked, glancing over at me with a sly smirk. (Okay cringe okay I'm sorry I just want you to be able to visualize it leave me and my shitty writing alone).

Yoongi chuckled. It was kind of cringey, but it was also cute. Yoongi found a content smile to be on his lips as he continued reading.

I felt my cheeks heat up, naturally, because holy heck he said something to me first and not the other way around.