DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

Chapter 27: Yoongi's bad side

Being on Yoongi's bad side was, well, quite terrifying. The male's glare was deadly, sending unpleasant chills down Hoseok's spine each and every time he caught it. There had been many occasions where Hoseok would accidentally make eye contact with him, and Yoongi would then make it crystal clear that he didn't want to be anywhere near him. Hoseok felt himself inching further away in his chair with each day that passed.

And now here they sat, sharing the English textbook on their desk and trying to finish their work before the next period. They were technically supposed to be working together like everyone else in the class, but they never did; instead, one of them would flip to the said page and they would answer their questions in silence. That was how Yoongi liked it, and Hoseok wasn't going to try and argue.

Right as Hoseok brought his hand up to turn the page, Yoongi brought his hand up as well, his hand lightly brushing against his. Hoseok froze, his eyes growing wide from the sudden physical contact. He snuck a glance at Yoongi, whose face was turning a deep shade of red.

"You did that on purpose," he hissed, his voice like a razor blade. Hoseok immediately wanted to disappear, he felt so horrible.

"Trust me, I'm trying to stay as far away from you as possible," Hoseok backfired, starting to examine the next page. 

It was true that he'd been trying to stay away from Yoongi, but it wasn't necessarily because he wanted to. It was more because he was too afraid of making Yoongi angry, and he could become truly vicious when he wanted to be.

Yoongi didn't say anything in return. Instead, he just sighed and faced the opposite direction, continuing to write down his answers. 

Hoseok wasn't sure why he looked over, but he noticed Yoongi had been staring down at his paper for quite some time now. The class was nearly over, but he hadn't even gotten through half of the questions they were supposed to have answered. Was he lost?

Just let him be, Hoseok thought. He doesn't want your help.

But Yoongi was still sitting there, staring blankly at the paper in front of him. This wasn't the first time Hoseok had caught him doing this either, and every time he turned his paper in it was always incomplete. At this rate he was going to fail the class, and Hoseok was going to eventually lose points for letting him. Maybe it wasn't his place to say anything with everything that had happened, but he had to at least try. He braced himself, taking in a deep breath.

"Yoongi," he whispered, setting his pencil down.

No response.

"Yoongi," he said louder, carefully poking him on the back.

"What?" he snapped, startling Hoseok with how quickly he had turned around. When he saw the fire in Yoongi's eyes, he almost forgot what he was supposed to ask him.

"Y-your paper," Hoseok said, trying to catch his breath. Trying to talk to him was already a total nightmare, just like he knew it would be. "Are you stuck on one of the questions?"

Yoongi just looked at him, as if offended by the question. Hoseok instantly regretted it, feeling like a complete idiot for even speaking to him.

"Mind your own damn business, Hobi," he said, turning away from him again. But something about his tone really pissed Hoseok off.

Yeah, he felt horrible about what he'd done, and yes, he knew he'd definitely lost whatever respect Yoongi had for him, but that didn't mean Yoongi got to act like a spoiled child all the time. How had he managed to fall in love with this guy again? Yoongi was cold as ice, and last time Hoseok checked, he wasn't into the scary type.

But then Yoongi sniffed his nose, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. He flipped his wavy hair out of his eyes and brushed it to the side with his fingers. 

Cute.

Just when Hoseok had sworn the butterflies in his chest were dead, Yoongi had a way of reviving them with just the simplest of things. How annoying.

"Look, I'm not saying this to be a dick," Hoseok began, even though he wasn't entirely sure if Yoongi was listening, "I'm saying this because if you turn that paper in, you're going to get a zero. If you just let me help you-"

"I don't need your fucking help, Hobi. Since when do you even care about my grades?"

When Hoseok saw the glare in Yoongi's eyes, he felt like he'd just walked onto the word's most terrifying emotional rollercoaster. So many feelings of regret and heartache flowed throughout him, hitting him like waves crashing onto the shore. He knew from the hurt in his voice that it was about much more than just Yoongi's grades-- it was really about himself. Yoongi didn't believe that Hoseok actually loved him, and that was the most heartbreaking consequence of what he'd done.

And there was no way in hell he was going to let him keep believing that.

"I love you, Yoongi," Hoseok said softly, looking down at his desk and letting his hair fall into his eyes.

He waited for Yoongi to erupt with anger and say something vulgar, or to throw more of his painful insults at him, but he never did. He instead went completely silent and went back to staring at his paper.

But when Hoseok looked up, he saw Yoongi's eyes glistening in the light, his cheeks a bright shade of pink. He'd heard him.