Ghost Of You | Yoonmin

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"Giraffes have no vocal chords," 

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YOONGI CAVES AND GOES TO THE MEETING. He goes, even though he's not ready to talk about his past. He goes, even though it makes him sick to his stomach, and his anxiety freaks out when he has to get on the monorail, and his chest tightens when he hears the sirens off in the distance. He goes even though he wants to turn around with every stop, and go back home. He wants to crawl under the covers, with Holly and never come back out. He goes even though he's consumed by fear; fear of his past, fear of talking, fear of Jimin, god, Yoongi couldn't get him out of his mind. Spending time with Jimin was like being on a high. Yoongi couldn't get enough of him, and he'd only met him twice. It had been like that with Han. Five minutes alone with him made his head spin.

"Do you normally look so grumpy?"

Yoongi's dark eyes flickered upwards, meeting his gaze. Han. Yoongi recognized him from the platform. He had seen him around over the course of the month, but never said hello. Yoongi wasn't really a social person.

"Are you normally this upbeat?"

Han rolled his eyes, and took a seat next to Yoongi, not caring about whether or not Yoongi wanted to be alone. He took a look at the cigarette in his hand. Yoongi scowled. He could already hear the health lecture coming on. You shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you. Yeah, well tough luck newbie, Yoongi thought to himself. He placed it between his lips and inhaled, never taking his eyes off Han. Han would never admit it, but there was something about the way Yoongi looked at him while he smoked that made him all hot and bothered. He wanted nothing more to have the younger pin him up against the brick wall of the school and kiss him...or maybe, he could push him up against the wall and have his way...

"Why do you smoke?" Han asked.

Now this. This was new. Nobody ever asked him why he smoked. They only ever told him that he shouldn't. Yoongi took the joint from his lips and stared at it. "I-"

"-Just started?" Han finished. Yoongi glanced at him again.

"Yeah, maybe," Yoongi replied. He put it back between his lips. He could feel Han staring at him though, and Yoongi felt uncomfortable under his gaze. He didn't like the way he was silently judging him with his eyes. He knew smoking was bad, but he'd like to do his bad habit in peace. "Are you done staring?" Yoongi huffed, facing Han again. He purposely blew his smoke in his face, hoping he'd cough, maybe get the hint that he wanted him to leave. Han only blinked, and fanned the smoke away with his hand. What was with this guy?

"Sorry," Han replied. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,"

"What do you want Han?"

Han seemed taken back - not by his tone, but by the fact that he had remembered his name. "I um...well you looked kinda lonely, and I don't really know anyone at this school,"

"You don't know me," Yoongi huffed.

"No, I don't, but you're the only person who isn't interested in getting into my pants, which is nice," Han replied, leaning back on the bench with a smirk. "I'd rather sit here with you and your cigarette than over there with a bunch of girls trying to con me into a janitor's closet."

Yoongi smirked, and turned to Han, getting close to his face. "And what makes you think I wouldn't do the same?" he teased. Yoongi had know idea where this self confidence was coming from. He usually wasn't like this. He would have gotten up and walked away, pushed anyone away, but Yoongi didn't want to push Han away. He wanted to pull him close and let him do a few things to him. Yoongi wasn't expecting him to lean forward as well, lips almost brushing against his.