Summer Lovin | Yoonmin ✔

EIGHTEEN

JIMIN WAS ALONE THE FOLLOWING MORNING. Hushed voices could be heard from outside the door of Yoongi's room, but he did his best to pay them no mind. He rolled over onto his side, and snuggled against the pillow. He had almost drifted back to sleep when he heard an all too familiar voice.

"You need to focus, Suga, or else..."

Jimin sat up in bed, one hand rubbing at his eyes. The voice sounded oddly like-

"Or what, Mark? What are you going to do about it?" he heard the older hiss. Jimin shivered at how much malice was laced within his words. Suga didn't sound happy. He sounded angry.

He tossed the covers aside, and slowly slid out of bed, inching cautiously towards the door of the room. Jimin twisted the handle and pushed the door open slightly. The two of them were standing in the middle of Yoongi's dorm. Mark was dressed for the day; jeans and his school sweater, while the other was dressed in only a pair of sweats. Jimin's eyes landed on the tattoo that ran down Yoongi's back. He'd only caught glimpses of it, but he'd never seen it in full. It looked to resemble a dragon, but he'd have to ask just to make sure. Mark was scowling at Yoongi, arms crossed over his chest. "There's nothing you can do, Mark," the older snapped again, to which he earned a growl from the other.

"If I were you I'd be careful," Mark snapped back. Jimin frowned. It didn't seem like the two of them were getting along, and that mad Jimin sad. He wanted his friends to get along with each other.

"Look,just because we play on the same team, doesn't mean I'm going to bow down to you, and do as you command. I'm playing whatever position coach puts me on, and I'm not going to refuse just because you want to be the center of attention."

Jimin's eyes widened. Mark had always spoke of someone on his team who he hated. He hadn't shut up about him since the school year started, and he was only just coming to the conclusion that Suga was that person.

"Listen here you brat," Mark growled, stepping forward. Jimin took this opportunity to swing the door open, letting it bang quietly against the wall, alerting the other two of his presence. Mark and Yoongi's heads turned in his direction. Yoongi looked at him with a soft smile, and tired expression while Mark was both surprised and angry to see Jimin standing there.

"Hey dollface," Yoongi smiled, acknowledging him. "Did we wake you?"Jimin shook his head.

"No, I just woke up on my own," Jimin lied. Mark was eyeing Jimin hungrily unbeknownst to Yoongi. Mark had never seen the younger without a shirt before, so he had become distracted momentarily before responding.

"What are you doing here?" Mark questioned, confusion written all over his face. He frowned, angrily.

"Why does it matter?" Jimin replied, not amused by the older's tone. Yoongi glanced between the two.

"Well come on, Taeyong and I are heading up the gym for practice, you should join," Mark said, turning to leave with the expectation that Jimin would follow. He always did.

"You go, I'll catch up," Jimin replied. Yoongi opened his mouth to object, but Jimin shot him a pleading look to not intervene.

"Get dressed, now," Mark huffed. "I can wait,"

"Leave him be, Mark," Yoongi growled. "I'll bring him down with me,"

"He can make it himself Yoon-"

"Then he doesn't need you to walk him either," Yoongi cut him off."Goodbye Mark," He shoved the older towards the door, and slammed it in his face. Yoongi peered over his shoulder at Jimin, who was running his hands through his hair. A habit Yoongi picked up on. He did it a lot. Yoongi made his way over to him, and placed his hands on his shoulders. The younger's skin was cold against his. "You okay?" Yoongi whispered.