Complication

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Yoongi roamed the hallways looking for Jimin. His hands were shoved in his jeans front pockets. He took out his phone and texted Jimin asking where he was.

The people on the hallways started going to their classes leaving the hallways empty. Yoongi decided that he will skip his class period, not that it will change anything.

Yoongi kept on walking until he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at what was the cause of the vibrations.

He saw that Jimin sent him a message one where he was. Yoongi placed his phone back in his pocket and went to the location Jimin currently was.

He opened the school doors and walked outside to the garden. He saw Jimin sitting in a stone bench plucking the petals out of the sunflowers. Yoongi didn't underatand why Jimin liked the garden. Yoongi only saw green there, green here and it was plain and ugly. It hurted his eyes.

Yoongi walked up to Jimin and sat next to him. Yoongi turned around to look at Jimin and he was pouting while plucking off the yellow petals.

Yoongi didn't like sun nor the garden so he decided to go directly to the point. But before he could say anything Jimin spoke first. "What do you want."

Yoongi frowned and opened his mouth to speak, "What is your problem." Yoongi's voice was cold and he was grumpy. He had a lot of things to deal with already, and he didn't need Jimin to get all sassy with him.

"What do you want, you made me skip a class for nothing," Jimin was about to get up with his flower still in his hand but Yoongi gripped on his forearm and dragged him down to where he was sitting before.

Jimin dropped the sunflower next to him and holded on his forearm where Yoongi just grabbed before. Jimin's pout grew as the pain in his forearm started to burn. Yoongi ignored him and went to the point.

"I know you know where Jungkook is, now tell me," Jimin flinched and shook his head as a no. "I'm not going to repeat myself again, where is he". Jimin said still shook his head and massaged his forearm.

Jimin kept on repeating in his head 'This is for Jungkook. This is for Jungkook, This is for Jungkook' He was also replaying what Hoseok would do if he told somebody about Jungkook.

Suddenly Jimin stopped moving and stood up "You know what! Go to hell! I hate you! Don't talk to me! I'm leaving you!". Yoongi was about to grab him again but Jimin was fast enough to grab the sun flower he was once plucking and threw it at Yoongi.

The sunflower was huge and heavy but it didn't do any impact. Not thinking it twice, Jimin's slapped Yoongi across his face. He quickly left the garden holding his hurt hand. He regretted it, not because he slapped Yoongi, but his hand hurted.

The adreline was pumping and his heart beat was beating faster. His eyes were wide and couldn't believe what he just did. Now he had to go to the doctor to make sure he didn't broke his hand.

But before he went to the doctor he left the school building walking to a specific place and taking all his stuff.

He opened the door to Yoongi's house and directly went upstairs. He entered the room and headed to the closet that was huge. He opened the door and grabbed all his clothes and shoved them in a bookbag.

He had a blank face while doing so. He couldn't reach his clothes that were in the top shelf so he just left them there.

Holly went up to him and started to bark and wag its tail. Jimin just ignored him as he exited the bedroom. When he went outside he couldn't help but let out some tears. His only option is to go home, back with his family.

It was the first time in some years that he wanted to go home so badly.

When Jimin entered his home he went straight to his bedroom. When he closed the door he drop his bag on the floor and plopped on his bed, his face buried in his pillows. The pillows smelled like softner and he knew that his mom still came in his room once in a while to clean the bedsheets.

He turned around facing the celling with his hurt hand placed on top of his stomach. He covered his eyes with his hands and started crying.

The throbbing pain in his hand made him cry harder. He couldn't wait to go to the doctor.

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I don't know why im still writing this even tho I want to quit the Gay world. :|

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