pigtails™ | [m.yg ; bts]

eight

"seokjin hyung! look fucking look!" taehyung ran through the cafe door, and crashed against the counter where seokjin was rearranging an order  from the monitor for a customer

"kind of busy here tae." seokjin mumbled, "is that all ma'am"

taehyung huffed, "no but seriously! mr. sejin is the only class us three are failing in right?"

seokjin perked an ear and turned his head at him, as he pushed the money in the cash register

"well, he said, he'll pass us with an easy assignment, if and only if..."

"if?" jin leaned in quite excited.

"he didn't tell me, but it was for school break right after our last game. i texted hobi to come by so i could explain."

"house chores maybe?" jin muttered not minding, he does chores on the daily.

"that makes sense. but we'll finally get to play. and namjoon doesn't have to tutor us, he could focus more on helping correct our problems and enhancing our skills. we could focus more on basketball." taehyung muttered excitedly

jin was clearly happy. hobi arrived just on time and taehyung yanked him to a table

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"hyung, for the last time. i said it's okay. it really is." jimin was sweating and on the floor, namjoon cursing at himself

practice was kind of rough today, and for the first time ever, namjoon blatantly criticized jimin for an unperfected move.

he was apologizing nonstop because he felt bad, "it's not your fault joon hyung i promise. i'm okay really, you pointed out the obvious and i don't take criticism to heart."

jimin got up and reassured the leader who was sweating so much, "look, you're under a lot of pressure i know. the game is next week. exams are upcoming and you have a lot to do."

"yeah hyung, you're hard on yourself whenever you snap and we care more about your health than anything else." taehyung pouted

namjoon fell to his knees and sighed, "i know, you guys are literally the best. and i have a lot of shit right now. but it really hurt me when i said that jimin."

"i'll take it like constructive criticism hyung. no big deal." jimin shrugged, a beautiful smile painted on his face

seokjin patted namjoon in the back and wiped him with a cold towel. "don't worry joon. you may be our leader, but you're also our friend."

"p-promise me guys.." joon spoke up

everyone silenced, but nodded, "no matter what happens. no matter if we win or lose. we'll celebrate."

they all smirked, "restaurant even if we lose?" taehyung's eyes were wide and hopeful.

"yes taehyung, restaurant even if we lose." this had everyone laughing when taehyung let out a loud "yay"

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"what the hell do you mean he's gone?!" the coach roared. eyes looking at the team of sulking eyes.

"h-he left a note in the locker room. took his stuff and he left." the tigers held out a small note paper. size of a palm. the coach scanned it and his eyes became red with fury

"you're all fucking trash without him! you see our fucking streak! if we lose that! we lose everything we stood up for."

the coach crumbled the note and threw it to the ground, "better hope he comes back before the game. even so.." he sighed, "those fucking bear cubs aren't even that good. i shouldn't be worried. try to bring min back. your captain belongs here."

and then they were dismissed. the scolding hurt their egos.

meanwhile, yoongi dragged his feet home, eyes staring at his home. it wasn't a bad looking home, it was small. fit for a three-person family. rent was good enough for him to pay.

now that he left the basketball team, he had time to hopefully make more money. and he was looking towards the break.

but even so, the loneliness he felt had his eyes down casting. his knuckles brushed against the clean walls.

even so, he took care of himself. he threw every unnecessary item out of the house. burnt it to crisp because no one would buy it.

he was turning 19 soon, but he always celebrated his birthday at home.

isolating himself in his house made him feel more conscious about himself. how much of an introvert he was

still, his bruises never faded. and once he took his clothes off and turned the shower on. he made sure to close his eyes so he wouldn't have to see his scars and bruises again.

all around his stomach, for being punched in the gut. his waist, for being hurled against the wall. his thighs, for the beer bottles and glass shattering against his skin

he wouldn't have to see them if he closed his eyes. that silent and cold highschooler was a hurting child in need of love and comfort

you're a man. act like one. take those fucking pigtails off now. your mother was a narcissistic psychotic bitch. she never wanted you. all because you werent a girl. take those damn pigtails off now i'll show you what a real man is.

he couldn't feel his stomach that day. a fist fight was forced upon the teenager. he had to fight back. but his big heart prevented him from doing so

he stopped dressing in those feminine clothes long before highschool. he realized how wrong it actually was, with the plethora of insults and his own fathers disgraceful words, his mentality broke

and perhaps it been broken since preschool

but he loved those feminine clothes. and.. he loved his fucking pigtails

he fucking loved his pigtails

ik ik it seems like there's nothing rn but it's a progressing story so y'all gotta stick with it. yoongi needs to grow. because he still has a lot of self hatred and hatred for others. he does take care of himself though, precious baby.. he takes care of that little boy crying inside him

hoping to break free and express the real him without having to feel judged or hated.

it just explains a lot and gives us a lot of detail. i could've added more detail but i don't get my ideas out thoroughly. they come and go

i gotta improvise as i write yo- but it's fine. i hope you guys enjoy the story