𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

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Ship; Yoonkook

Dom // Jungkook
Sub // Yoongi

I'm sorry, I'm obsessed with muscly, long haired, top Jungkook right now, so naturally I can't seem to write anything else.
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The desks sat in rows, chained together in the prison of this classroom. When Yoongi walked in, black jeans and black hoodie hiding his body, he did not expect to see what he saw that Monday afternoon. Semester 2, health class, which he had been grateful to move to, anything to get away from those too-short gym shorts and sweaty locker rooms filled with the things he despised the most. Boys.

Straight boys, who all played football or hockey or some other sport he couldn't name. Thier, stupid sweaty bodies, and how they strutted around the locker room in only boxers. Hated them, despised them, he really did. Hated their faces, how their bodies looked absolutely god like while he had not one bit of muscle in him.

See, the person he hated the most, was Jungkook.

He was the tall, muscly, popular but not too popular jock. The one that's friends with all the girls because he's not a dick that tries to get into their pants. But also, becuase he was gay. He didn't hate him becuase he was gay, it was the exact opposite auctually. Of course, you all have probably already guessed that by now.

Jungkook and him have a history. A fling, you could call it. At least that's all it was to Jungkook.

Yoongi had been left heartbroken and told he was an experiment and nothing more. Not the best way to leave someone. Funniest part is, he came out to the whole school less than a year later, sophomore year, and no one batted an eye. In fact, he got more friends for it, cause of course all the girls were dying for a gay best friend. He never spoke to Yoongi, never even sent him some sort of apology. Nothing. It still drove him crazy.

Their senior health class is not where he expected to have to face him once again. He's sitting in the back corner, opposite of the teachers desk, talking to some guy in a letterman jacket, probably about some sport. Yoongi had time to look away, spite in his every action as he walked to the desk furthest away from him.

He doesn't have time to look back and figure out if he's seen him, he just tugs his hood over his head and sinks deeper into the chair. The inevitable is about to happen, because their family names are two letters away from each other, so they're either sitting right next to each other, or only a couple seats away. Either way, this whole semester will be insufferable.

So when the teacher calls his name to sit right next to Jungkook, he's not surprised. He's in the seat where Jungkook just sat, the younger having moved over to the seat next to it. He does not dare to look in his direction, staring at the floor as he sits in the back corner seat. Those eyes stay trained on him, watching his every move, lips parted in awe.

Yoongi doesn't waste his time. He tries not to waste his time, as the semester goes on.

He tries to steer clear, but it seems to be to no avail.

Whether it be, the simple brush of a hand when he passes him a paper, or the flirty way he picks up a pencil, he can't help but notice him. Not only that, but he can't help but notice how he craves his attention. Every single thing he does is something to make him look over, just once, with all hope bet on the fact that maybe Yoongi will notice. It makes him laugh, and it's ego stroking how bent up the boy gets when Yoongi doesn't even spare him a glance.

It's not that he doesn't want to. He craves that same attention, but he can't help but feel like shit whenever he looks towards him, reminded of the day he told him how worthless he was.