Remember

Jasmine

The scent of the outdoors filled their nostrils. Hand in hand, Yoongi and Hoseok walked out the doors, leaving Jimin in peace. Finally. The boy had a project to work on, but the morning sex noise had gotten to the point his own erection would stop him from being able to complete his work— rather even continue it, so he kicked them out. "Where we going?" Hoseok asked, looking down at Yoongi who held his laptop in one hand along with the charger. "I'm assuming somewhere indoors?"

"No," Yoongi blatantly said, looking both ways before dragging Hoseok across the street. "To school." Hoseok immediately let go of his hand.

"The school? Why the fuck would I want to go there?" Hoseok stepped back towards the house. "You think I like learning or some shit?"

"Relax you stupid bitch, I just want to go by the tree," Yoongi reached for his hand again. Hoseok obliged, letting their fingers intertwine and Yoongi lead them to the Jasmine tree.

~~~~~

"You think Jimin's tired of us yet?" Hoseok held the pencil near his mouth as if he were smoking. "Or is he just tired of being sex deprived." Yoongi chuckled.

"He gets laid almost every night if you didn't know," he informed for Jimin. Hoseok shrugged, taking a sip of his water.

"But anyways, why'd you bring the charger if we were staying outside?" He asked, changing the topic. Yoongi looked at the charger next to him, not even sure himself why he brought it.

"Uh," Yoongi looked around. "Fuck, maybe if the laptop starts dying, we can go inside the school to charge it." Hoseok rolled his eyes.

"Yeah and let the security go off and we can like go to jail or some shit," he said sarcastically. Yoongi nodded.

"Free sex." Hoseok laughed at this. "I brought the laptop to show you something I've been working on," Yoongi typed in a few things. "New song."

"Oh shit, yeah?!" Hoseok straightened his back in excitement. "Play it! Play it!" Yoongi fixed up a few more things before clicking the play button, letting his voice sound through the empty school's field.

On the other side of the famous idol rapper
Stands my weak self, it's a bit dangerous
Depression, OCD
They keep coming back again from time to time
Hell no perhaps that might be my true self
Damn huh feeling estranged in reality
The conflict with ideal, my head hurts
Around the age of 18, I developed social anxiety
Right, that was when my mind was gradually polluted

At times I'm scared of myself too
Thanks to the depression that takes over me
And all my self hatred
Min Yoongi is dead already (I killed him)
Comparing my dead passion with others
It's now a part of my daily life

It only took Hoseok a few seconds or so to realize who it was being directed to— Yoongi wrote it about himself. Hoseok listened carefully, letting the lyrics soak into his ears and be engraved into his brain and heart. Butterflies filled the vacancy in his stomach, a knot tying with anxiety. "Yoongi..." Hoseok's eyes were on the brink of tears.

"Shh," Yoongi hushed him. "Just listen."

Habitual saying uh
I don't give a shit I don't give a fuck
All those words uh
Those words are said to hide my weak self
Those days I wish I could erase
Right, that performance day
Which I don't remember very well
The day I confronted myself
When I hid inside the bathroom
Because I was scared of people

Hoseok covered his ears, reaching over to the keyboard and paused the song himself. "You okay?" Yoongi asked. "Was it that bad? Fucking hell."

"N-No, it's f- I liked it," Hoseok gave him his best smile. "Just the lyrics are intense. You're really blunt.. no filter as always."