Jimin walked through the gym floors clutching his gym bag closer to his body. He hoped Yoongi wouldn't be in the locker room yet.

Throughout the whole night, he thought about Nayeon. The school wasn't over the rumors yet and they wouldn't be until they had someone else to talk about.

As he opened the locker room door, he heard the boys laugh. "Yeah, can you believe that whore? I asked her if she wanted to skip to fuck and she denied it. Little bitch tried to hit me." One said.

"That's Nayeon for you. She pretends to be decent when in reality we all know her."

"She even tried to cover for that fag."

Jimin took a deep breath before continuing to walk. He was very scared. If this would've been another occasion, he would've run out already, but not today.

He needed to be brave for Nayeon. He needed to end this once and for all so they'll leave her alone.

"Ah! There's the spaz!"

Jimin held his breath walking towards him. "Can-can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, right. Fuck off faggot. I don't want to talk to you."

"I need to talk to you." He told his voice a big shaky.

He raised both eyebrows with a smirk, "Oh! Is the fag trying to be a big boy now? I'm so, so, scared!" He mocked with a laugh.

Jimin tried to keep himself calm as they started to surround him. He knew this could end bad, yet he didn't step down and kept his head high.

"Alright, you wanna talk? Let's talk then? What do you want, huh? If you're asking for me to suck your dick let me just tell you that I'm not into that nasty shit. But if you want I can help you so you can suck your own by shoving your neck down. I might get lucky and break it on accident." He stepped closer to Jimin making him stumble back.

He grinned satisfied that he still had power over him. "Do you need us to hold him down?" His friend asked.

"Nah, it's okay. How about you go out. Don't want the coach to suspect anything or let anyone else come in. Go on. I got this."

The boys listened to him like he was their leader and walked out leaving only them two. "Alright, fucker, it's time that I get payback for the bruise on my cheek."

"Wait-" Jimin said stepping back once again.
"I really need to talk to you." He added.

"And you think I give a fuck? Do you honestly believe I want to talk to you? I could care two shits about what you have to say."

"You-you wouldn't want people to find out I did that to your face. Would you?"

"Are you fucking threatening me?" He screamed pulling him by his shirt.

"I just want you to delete that post about, Nayeon. I've cut her off completely and I won't talk to her no more. I just want you to leave her out of this. She's out of my life now."

He slowly let Jimin go with a smile spreading across his face. "You're fucking stupid. Holy shit. You actually thought I would delete that post simply because you stopped talking to her?" He laughed.

Jimin pressed his lips together trying to come up with something to say. To scare him, to humiliate him, or to force him to delete it. But how? He was powerless.

"You-you-have no right to-to-bring her into this. She-she doesn't deserve this-"

"That's her punishment for being nice to a sicko like you. Get this in your head you moron, I won't ever stop tormenting you until you leave for good." He told harshly pushing his finger against his skull.

"Why? Why do you do this? Who ever gave you the right to kill people's dreams and self esteem?"

"I'm bored." He replied calmly.

"Bored? That's the reason you're doing this? Because you're bored?" He whispered almost breathless.

"Yeah, pretty much. And because I don't like fags and you're a fag. Emotionally hurting you is more satisfying than my fist on your face. You have no idea how it fulfills me to see Nayeon cry due to all those comments about her. Maybe that will teach her a lesson to not hang out with you."

Jimin felt his face gef warm from anger. He walked towards him, but he pushed him back into the lockers.

He wrapped his hands around Jimin's neck squeezing it tightly. Jimin started gasping for air and he smirked.

"Don't you try to hit me ever again. I will tear you to pieces you shit face."

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push him away only making him squeeze harder. "You ruin everything. You fuck up everyone's life." He spit on Jimin's face and finally let him go. He walked away laughing hysterically.

Jimin coughed trying to regain his breath. He wiped his face with the back of his hand then walked over to wash his hands. He wet a paper towel and wiped his cheek again.

You fuck up everyone's life.

You fuck up everyone's life.

You fuck up everyone's life.

Those words were spoken so careless like they were puddles when they caused a tsunami in Jimin's mind.

•••

Jimin walked in the room to find Yoongi sitting on his bed. He quickly pulled up his jacket to cover the redness around his neck. It has left a slight bruise.

"There you are. Why were you so weird during gym class? Did that fucker hurt you? Why're you wearing that jacket? It's not that cold."

"Nothing happened. I'm just cold." He replied walking to his bed. He slowly sat down and they stared at each other for a while.

"How's Nayeon?" He wondered breaking the silence.

"She's hanging on. She's tough and I've got her back. The only thing upsetting her more than those comments is the fact that you're ignoring her."

"I don't want to make things worse."

"Things are going to be worse. She's your friend. Don't do that to her."

"I'm scared that she will get more hurt. It's a lot of pressure on me, okay? How would you feel if you knew that everything that's happening to someone you care is because of you?"

"Being scared isn't going to stop this. No matter what you do it won't stop it. She cares for you."

"And I care for her."

"I know," Yoongi responded quietly. They kept eye contact and it suddenly started making Jimin a bit queasy.

"I know this is off topic, but she told me she kissed you. Is that true?"

Jimin felt his cheeks turn pink and he slowly nodded his head. Yoongi bit his lip a bit annoyed.

"Oh, and what did you feel?"

"Love."

"You love her?" He asked his heart slowly sinking.

"Yes, I do. I just don't love her the way she wants me to."

Yoongi felt bad for feeling relieved. Especially, because he cared about Nayeons feelings. So why was he so selfish to be thankful that Jimin didn't feel the same for her?

"I don't like girls. I don't think I ever will. If I ever do like one, I sure hope it's her. She's the kindest."

"Me too, you know? I've never actually liked a girl like that. I usually just have sex with them and that's all. I've never actually fallen in love with one. If I do, I want it to be her too."

Jimin smiled, "At least we agree on something."

"I'm glad we're talking again." Yoongi blurted.

"Me too. I missed your voice though I heard it in the hallway." He laughed a bit embarrassed.

Yoongi cleared his throat shyly, "Yeah. Same."

"Can I give you a hug?" Jimin wondered.

"Uh, yeah, sure." He responded awkwardly getting up and messing with his hair.

Jimin smiled wrapping his arms around his chest tightly. Yoongi brought his hands down to return the hug.

When they pulled away they froze inches away from each other's face. Jimin gulped with his face reddening.

Yoongi looked at Jimin's lips and felt a strong urge to feel them against his own. He panicked and pushed him away. Not too harsh to hurt him, but just enough to keep distance between them.

"I have to shower. Sorry." Yoongi said gathering his stuff quickly.

Jimin's breathing was heavy and when the door shut he sat back down holding his chest. He heard the water run and kept his eyes focused on his feet. It couldn't be all made up in his head. Yoongi had to feel it too.

It felt like their bodies were magnets trying to find their way back to each other.

Yoongi was the only one preventing that from happening.