"Oh, you're here?" Yoongi asked confused as he got out the bathroom.

When he had woken up he saw that Jimin wasn't in bed and he thought that maybe he had left without him.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but it had hurt his feelings. That was scary to think. Was he so into Jimin, that now everything he did affected him?

"Yes, I woke up earlier this morning and went downstairs to get you something to eat." Jimin smiled and handed him a pack of strawberry pop tarts.

"But, you hate going to the cafeteria." He replied taking it. He would rather have cinnamon, but anything from Jimin was a gift.

"I know. That's why I woke up earlier. T-to get you this."

"Thank you." Yoongi grinned.

"O-okay. You should get you ready." Jimin blushed looking away.

Yoongi smirked looking down at himself. He was in boxers and this seemed to fluster Jimin.

"I've laid on top of you naked and you've felt my boner. Still shy?"

"I-uh-well-"

Yoongi leaned over and planted a kiss against his lips leaving him speechless. "It's okay. Your innocence is cute."

Jimin turned three shades redder and looked down embarrassed. It was surreal to have Yoongi kissing him and complementing him.

"I will get ready and after that we should go ahead and go."

Jimin nodded and took a seat on his bed. He watched him get dressed and felt butterflies the whole time.

"I like you," Yoongi blurted once he finished putting on his shoes.

"Huh?" He asked a bit breathless.

Yoongi grinned, "I like you." He repeated. It felt good to get it out of his chest and finally say it out loud.

"And I also like that I'm not your whole entire world, you know? I know that you would be able to survive without me. You don't know this yourself, Jimin, but you're so much stronger than you give yourself credit. You're invincible in my eyes." He quietly said stepping closer to him.

Jimin wrapped his arms around his waist and  timidly laughed. "Thank you." He whispered. Yoongi kneeled down on his knees and he let go of him.

He cupped Jimin's face on his large hands and touched noses with him looking directly in his eyes.

"I mean it. You're strong. You're courageous. You can do whatever you set your mind to. Do you know when I noticed this?"

Jimin shook his head no and waited for a response. "I noticed when those fuckers were trying to beat you up in the court yard. They broke your glasses, humiliated you, and physically hurt you. Then, you didn't complain. You didn't fight back. You didn't show anger or resentment. You simply smiled. And, I watched you tape your glasses back together like a little kid wrapping up a Christmas present. I could see how fucking broken you were and you were smiling and laughing recklessly. Fuck, I wish I could've had the gut then to scream at you and tell you that you deserve a love so fucking big as the damn entire universe."

Jimin felt his heart flutter and closed the space between them by hugging him. "I feel like you're a piece of heaven sent from above. This is incredible. I've never felt this happy in my entire life." He gushed.

Yoongi laughed, because in reality neither had he. Then again, terror spread through his body. The happier they got. The harder the fall would be.

"Jimin,"

"Yes?" He mumbled snuggling closer to him.

"I know it's an awful time to say this, but
I still can't...can't tell my friends about this. I don't even know about my sexuality yet. I just-I don't—"

"It's okay. Even if we did want to tell the world they wouldn't be accepting of it either way. People are cruel."

Yoongi got a shiver down his spine and he cleared his throat as Jimin let go. "We should really get going if he don't want to be late."

"Let's go then."

They walked to the elevator where there was a couple of kids waiting. As soon as the elevator opened up they all went in.

Yoongi got on one side and Jimin on the other. They glanced at each other as the door closed.

Jimin looked down smiling as Yoongi opened up his pop tart pack and took a bite. He never did like strawberry flavor, but that day he swore it was the best he ever had.

•••

"Can someone come up here and explain to the class what are the three main branches of biology?" The teacher asked.

Jimin immediately looked down not wanting to be called up front. He felt someone stare at him so he looked in that direction to find Yoongi a few seats across from him.

He smiled at Jimin making his stomach jittery. "Why don't you go up there an explain it, huh?" Hoseok snickered elbowing Yoongi and snapping him back to reality.

"Huh? Fuck no. You go up there and explain that shit. I don't even know what we're learning about." He whispered back.

Hoseok bit his tongue trying to control his laughter. "Any volunteers?" She called again. The class remained silent.

Jimin could feel the sweat from underneath his clothes and his heart was thumping loudly against his chest.

Please don't pick me. Please don't pick—

"Jimin."

The class turned to look at him and Jimin held his breath swallowing. Yoongi could see how terrified he looked and he was about to say something when Hoseok got his attention again.

"Were those rumors about Nayeon and Jimin true?"

"What? What rumors?"

"The ones about them two being a thing?"

"No, of course not. Jimin doesn't like her." He declared.

"Come on, Jimin." The teacher called. He slowly got up from his desk and started walking to the front.

"How would you know?" Hoseok asked. Yoongi turned his attention back to Jimin who was almost to the front of the class.

"I don't know." He confessed.

Jimin was so nervous he tripped on his own feet and almost fell. The class started laughing and he felt his face turn red.

Yoongi wanted to slap every single one of them for laughing. Couldn't they see he was embarrassed?

"Alright, alright, enough with the noise. Tell the class about the three major branches of biology."

Jimin finally took a breath. He was hoping that maybe if he held it long enough he would pass out and wouldn't have to do this.

"T-the t-three main-main b-branches of..." his voice trailed off when he heard mumbling and a few mocking comments from the class.

"Go on."

"B-biology are-they're botany, zoology, and m-microbiology. B-botany is the branch of b-biology which deals with...with uh, the-the study of different aspects of..."

"B-b-biology." A kid imitated earning a laugh from them.

"S-sorry, I-I stutter when I'm n-nervous." Jimin apologized fidgeting with his hands.

"Maybe if he stopped sucking dick he wouldn't talk like such a fag." He mumbled back.

"Hey, hey, quiet down." The teacher said attempting to mute the conversations and laughter.

Jimin's breathing had increased and his vision became blurry. He brought his hand to his chest because it felt like he could faint.

Yoongi's blood started to boil and he got up from his desk, grabbed his phone and tossed it across the room hitting that guy in the back of his head.

The class went silent when the phone hit the ground after bouncing off his head. Yoongi smiled satisfied.

"Who the hell threw that?" He angrily asked turning around.

Yoongi waved, "Right here. Are you going to do something about it?"

The guy froze when he saw it was Yoongi who did it. He kept quiet satisfying him even more.

"What are you going to do about it?" He repeated.

"N-nothing." He mumbled.

"That's what I thought. Now shut the fuck up because I'm trying to listen." He sat back down and looked up front again.

"Min Yoongi step outside the class please."

Yoongi groaned standing up again. He walked to grab his phone and looked at the guy dead in his eyes.

"Look who's stuttering now. Maybe you take your own dick out of ass and stop being such asshole."

"What are you whispering over there?" The teacher asked.

"Nothing, just saying that my phone didn't break."

"Go on. I'm meeting you out there." She said walking behind him. She turned to look at Jimin who still hadn't sit. "You can have a seat, Jimin." She fold.

He obeyed and quickly went back to his spot. Hoseok and him caught eyes for a split second making him queasy yet again.

"Do you have anything to say about what just happened?"

"I'm pretty good at basketball. Did you see that? My aim is great." He sarcastically replied.

"I'm going to have to send you to detention for what you did."

Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest raising both eyebrows, "Really now? You're going to send me for detention for doing your job?"

"Excuse me?"

"They were laughing and that asshole was mimicking him. And I get sent to detention for controlling them and making them quiet down?"

"You know what? I was only going to send you to detention today, but since you want to be a smart mouth with me you're going tomorrow too. You will also write me a three page single spaced paper about respecting your elders."

Yoongi laughed, "Unbelievable."

"You want to make that two essays?"

Yoongi rolled his tongue angrily. "Go pick up your stuff and head to detention. I will call to let him know you're going."

She opened the door again and he walked in to pick up his book bag. Jimin felt guilty for getting him in trouble, but the whole action of being defended by him melted his heart.

•••

"And you have detention now?" Jin chuckled.

"Fuck yeah, that's some bullshit." Yoongi replied putting a cigarette in between his lips.

Namjoon took out his lighter to light it up for him. "Why did you even defend him? I thought you didn't like him?" Hoseok wondered.

"It's about time he defends him and stops being an ass." Taehyung commented.

Yoongi gave him a dirty look and Taehyung shrugged, "What? It's the truth. That goes to all of you. Stop ignoring what's happening and try to help him out when you see something happen."

"I was never rude to him." Namjoon said.

"Neither was I." Hoseok added.

"But, you've all ignored and looked away when he was getting bullied. Who's the real bully here? Them or you for turning your back on him?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Fuck, stop. You're making me feel bad."

"You should." Taehyung told.

Yoongi kept smoking trying to ignore their talking. He saw Jimin walk down the steps and make his way to his car where all his friends were gathered.

"Yoongi!" He squealed waving.

His friends stopped arguing when they heard this. Yoongi threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it as he walked to him.

"You really think I'm an asshole?" Jungkook whispered to Taehyung as Yoongi walked to Jimim.

"You can be mean, but I don't think you're an ass."

Jungkook grinned wrapping his arm around him. "I knew it. You couldn't be mean to me." He teased resting his his forehead on Taehyung's head.

"Of course not. You're my best friend."

"Duh. And you can't live without me."

"I definitely can't. You complete me."

Yoongi slowly approached Jimin who was running towards his direction. "Thank you! Thank you for what you did. That was so sweet and that boy didn't even pick on me after that! I'm sorry you got detention and that—" Jimin stopped blabbing realizing that Yoongi hadn't said a word.

In fact, he hadn't even attempted to step closer to him. Jimin then saw his group of friends staring and people going by whispering.

In all reality, Jimin wouldn't have cared if Yoongi hadn't. If he would've acted like Taehyung did around him in public, he wouldn't have even stopped to think about everyone else.

But, Yoongi did care what they thought. And, Jimin knew this. So, he gulped the lump on his throat and stepped back himself.

"Sorry. I forgot." He whispered shamefully. Yoongi wanted to say he was the one that was sorry. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and kiss him then and there, but was too much of a coward to do it.

"I just...I'm sorry." Jimin quickly said and started walking the other way to avoid seeing his friends.

"What did he want?" Taehyung asked.

"Nothing. Just wanted to thank me." He replied quietly.

"That's it? He looked like he was rambling." Jin said.

"Nope. That was it. I'm going to the library and try to work on that bullshit paper." He told picking up his bag from the ground.

Jimin was walking through the courtyard a bit deflated. Was it always going to be this way? Would Yoongi ever accept their love fully?

He sat down on a bench and stared at his chunky white shoes for a long time. There was thoughts racing in his mind.

He wanted to scream to himself and tell his mind to shut up. To keep away those bad thoughts.

His eyes shifted slowly to a pair of black boots in front of him. Then to a pair of maroon knee socks.

"Hey," He quietly mumbled meeting eyes with Nayeon.

Her skirt was moving everywhere exposing her milky thighs. "Are you done ignoring me?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Nayeon..." He quietly said.

"What? You're doing this to protect me?"

"Yes, I am."

"I'm not going to stop being your friends because of those rumors. They can all kiss my ass. I love you and I won't leave you when times get hard. I don't care what they have to say."

Jimin sighed relieved, he really was dreading having to tell her goodbye for good. She sat next to him and looked in his direction.

"I'm not leaving."

He smiled, "I was hoping you didn't." 

She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his shoulder. The wind was picking up and she took a deep breath feeling herself get nostalgic.

"Why are you crying?" He whispered seeing a tear fall from her eye.

She smiled and swallowed the knot on her throat. "I didn't think I'd make it without you. Not talking to you was like my worst days all combined. I'm just relieved to have you in my arms again."

"I missed you too." He admitted.

"Good, I was wishing you did." She replied sheepishly holding him tighter.

He laid his head against hers and felt okay for that split second. He stopped overthinking and stopped worrying.

"Jimin, the world is so beautiful in my eyes only because you exist."

He blushed deeply at her comment, "Y-you make it beautiful too."

She bit her lip nervously quietly chuckling. Telling herself to not feel things for him was useless. She was unexplainably and madly in love with the idea of what it felt like to be loved by him.

And, she knew it would hurt to continue to feel this way. However, all she could feel right now was him and that seemed to erase those thoughts.

Yoongi was walking down the hallway when he stopped in front of the glass door. He saw Jimin and Nayeon sitting down holding each other.

For the first time in a long time, he felt his heart sink. Not because his father hit his mother or him.

But, because Nayeon held his happiness in her hands.