In The Eye Of The Beholder (Yoonkook)

4

Yoongi’s p.o.v.

The cold air grazed my pale skin as a freshly fallen cluster of snow pecked the tip of my red nose only to melt away seconds later. Through the indistinguishable snowflakes, the dull afternoon sun shun. The small shine quickly disappeared as an insignificant amount of water dripped from my face. I shivered at the feeling, snuggling into my warm winter coat.

In front of me was Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok, my only friends at the moment. We were all walking home from school, Taehyung, of course, came to pick me up before we left. Each of them was bundled head to toe in winter gear. Jimin, in particular, looked like he was trapped in a snowman.

“Hyung, are you listening to us?” asked the voice of Taehyung, stealing my focus away from the chill in the air. I was behind the three of them as we walked in a group of four. While I was zoning out in my own world, they were talking amongst themselves.

I immediately shook my head, “Sorry, what were you guys saying?” I asked as I caught up to them, now walking in between Taehyung and Jimin.

“We were asking you about Hoseok’s new girlfriend. What do you think of her?” Taehyung replied, gesturing to the redhead that was walking backwards to face us.

I furrowed my eyes, “Wait, you have another girlfriend?” I questioned Hoseok. He has been known to have multiple girlfriends in his high school career. Some would call him a player, but he called himself lovesick.

Hoseok smiled smugly to himself as his tan cheeks turn a slight shade of red, “Ah, Yea. She’s Kim Yerim, y’know my soulmate,” he spoke romantically, “I touched her hand and a tattoo showed up, Hyung!”

“Dude, isn’t she a freshman?” I asked, ignoring the soulmate part.

Jimin shook his head, “Man you’re late Hyung, we’ve been talking about this for a good ten minutes.” He sighed, “And yes we went over the age thing.”

“There is nothing wrong with the age difference. You guys just can’t be happy for me,” Hoseok dramatically pouted, all in a joking spirit, “I found my soulmate!”

Taehyung placed his arm around Hoseok’s shoulder and smiled at him, “I’m happy for you, Hyung!” He cheered.

“Thanks, Tae,” Hoseok cheesed, shyly rubbing the back of his neck, “Tae’s the only one with rights here.” Jimin and I snorted at the statement.

“Anyway,” Jimin emphasized, changing the subject, “Do you guys believe Juancock? He's actually trying to get his ass thrown in Han River,” he exaggerated as he grit his teeth.

Taehyung looked at the blond with confusion, “Jungkook started something with Jimin today,” I explained. 

“Oh,” Taehyung nodded, “What did he do this time?”

“I bump into the dick and accidentally spill a bit of coke on his shirt and he pours the whole damn coke that I bought with my own money, all over me. That’s why I’m wearing this damn tracksuit,” he angrily clutches the fabric of his pants, “He owes me a new Chanel jacket and coke.” He huffed

Taehyung chuckled at Jimin’s frustration, “One, I couldn’t tell with that big ass coat of yours. And two, where’d you get the money for Chanel?”

“Where do you get the money for Gucci?” Jimin shot back with an annoyed look.

The ravenet shrugged, “Okay, point taken.”

Jimin continued to rant, “I was ready to beat some ass. Like honestly, if you two didn’t interfere, I would have put that asshole in his place,” he said aggressively, raising his fist and punching the air, “A good shot right in side, then knock him in his jaw and the bitch would have been crying.”