Some Kind Of Wonderful (a yoonmin fan fiction ) Mature content

Chapter Nineteen

The following morning Jimin shuffled his way sleepily to the end of his road, his restless night weighing down heavily, apparent in the prominent bags under his eyes and the slump in his shoulders.  He should be ecstatic right now he mused, he had a date to plan with the guy he'd been crushing on for like forever.  But all he could think of when he closed his eyes last night was the way he'd given away his first real kiss to his best friend.  The shameless way they had both moaned against each other, fuelled by pent up lust that had ravaged through them in that moment.  Sex to Jimin was something he wanted to experience with the person he loved, and with Yoongi it had felt so real, so right.  Did that mean he loved his best friend, or was he in love with his best friend?

He shook the notion off as nonsense and knew that his inexperienced heart was overtaking his functional brain.  He even supposed that Yoongi had already moved on and forgotten about it, he was a little on the emotionally retarded side when it came to relationships.  He'd never seen Yoongi gush over a guy, only talk about dirty stuff he'd done.  But hadn't he hinted that he had feelings for someone a while ago when he found out about Jungkook?  That topic had never resurfaced and to be honest Jimin hadn't even thought of that until now.  It wasn't Hobi, who he'd lost his virginity to, but perhaps it was some biker guy from the club, hard edges and tattoos, that would definitely be Yoongi's type he imagined. 

Lost deep in thought, he hadn't realised he'd reached the corner where Yoongi was waiting for him, his best friend had watched him approach, taking him all in and sighing deeply, composing himself for how he was going to act around his clueless friend.  Jimin jumped as Yoongi waved his hand in front of his face "hey daydreamer, you look like shit" he stated stubbing his half smoked cigarette out.  Jimin huffed at the action "I thought you were giving up" he sassed, "yeah, yeah, i'm trying ok mother"  he laughed, which even sounded forced to himself, as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  "I've cut down to half a pack a day" he motioned proudly to a mere eye roll from Jimin.  

As the boys meandered their way towards school the air between them was heavy with unspoken words.  Jimin was feeling perturbed around his best friend and he didn't know why, "h-hey Yoongz" he began, "you been to the club recently?".  What an odd question thought Yoongi, "Yeah, I'm there all the time, gotta raise my profile, and win the bucks, why?" he asked whilst cocking his head to the side to witness the blush on Jimin's face.  "No real reason" said Jimin finding something interesting on his shoes as he kept his head down.  After a few more minutes silence Jimin plucked up the courage for his question, "t-the guy you like, is he f-from the club?" he asked nervously.

Yoongi was momentarily taken off guard and felt his own face begin to heat up, shit he thought to himself, how the fuck was he going to talk his way around this one?.  As chances went, he didn't need to, as the boys hadn't realised they had reached the school gates until a familiar voice called Jimin's name, causing Yoongi to let out a breath of relief.  Jungkook stood in front of the boys with his usual dazzling smile "hi Jimin" he spoke, whilst he merely nodded with a half smile to his scowling friend next to him.  They had only ever interacted that one time at the strange basketball one on one, and If he was honest he really didn't know how a guy like Jimin, sweet and soft, was friends with such a dark, scary entity such as Min Yoongi. 

 "I wondered if you wanted to walk to class, I needed to speak to you about our date Saturday" Jungkook asked now ignoring the newly bleached blonde, who did look kind of hot in a dangerous way, but who's obvious contempt for Jungkook came out of him in waves.  "Go ahead" Yoongi waved in a no fucks given manner towards Jimin,  Jungkook noticing something sad lingering behind the tattooed boys eyes when he looked at his best friend.   So, after saying a quick goodbye to Yoongi, with a promise of seeing him at lunch, Jimin and Jungkook made their way to English, the only class they realised they had together.  Yoongi making his way to the bleachers on the outdoor athletic track, there was no way he was going to sit through some boring ass lecture when his brain was so fried.  Jimin and Jungkook, so perfect for each other he thought scornfully, feeling like his friend had dropped him like a hot stone as soon as the preppy prince batted his eyelashes.