"Hi." Jimin shyly said.

Yoongi smiled and dropped his bag on the floor. Then rushed to him, cupping his face to plant a kiss on his lips.

Jimin giggled in between the kiss feeling jittery. "How are you? I missed you even though we saw each other Saturday."

"I'm great." Yoongi smiled. His bruise was still visible and it had slowly changed into a yellowish color.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I've already cried about it. Time to move on."

Jimin frowned upset. "What?" Yoongi wondered.

"I just...don't like the way you cope with your emotions. I know you're still upset. Why're you hiding it?"

"Have you met yourself, Jimin? You always smile through everything. I've seen you cry twice and you've gone through so much shit. You hide your emotions to. You don't always have to be happy."

Jimin looked down embarrassed. He didn't think what he did was wrong. In fact, the only reason he did that was because he didn't want to upset others with his sadness.

"I just don't like to cry. I want to love life." He mumbled.

Yoongi sighed and wrapped his arms around the younger. "I know. Me too." He whispered. 

Jimin snuggled closer to his chest pressing his lips against his neck. Yoongi got a shiver down his spine and gulped nervously.

"Hey. Come to that party on Friday." He told to avoid an uncomfortable situation from arising.

"What?" Jimin asked pulling away.

"There's this house party Friday and my friends are going. We're going to spend the night at Jungkook's house. His parents are out."

"I-I-you want me to come?" He blinked surprised.

"Of course. Any excuse to spend time with you is precious. We have to take advantage of it."

"But, I don't think I can just show up like that...you and I we can't be seen in public together." He whispered.

"I'm sure Taehyung or Nayeon will invite you. You can come."

"What about my dad? He probably won't let me. He's very strict and—"

Yoongi handed home his phone. "What for?" He asked confused. "Call him." He stated calmly.

Jimin's heart started to race and he shook his head. He could barely say hey to his dad and to call him over the phone? Never.

"N-no, he-he's probably at work and-and if we don't hurry we will late to first class and-"

"You're just calling him over the phone. I'm here for you. If he says something mean you can just hang up."

Jimin took a deep shaky breath and finally grabbed the phone. "Okay." He said dialing the number. He knew it by memory because he didn't have a phone and in case he needed to call he had it memorized. It's not like he actually ever called, but still.

"What the fuck do you want, Jimin?" His father snapped.

Jimin turned a deep shade of red and turned away from, Yoongi so he wouldn't hear his fathers scream.

Yoongi rolled his tongue annoyed. He heard his father voice even if he turned around. He didn't know him in person, but he already despise the mother fucker.

"S-sorry for bothering you," Jimin whispered. He could heart his heartbeat in his ears.

"What do you want? Where are you calling me from?"

"My-my friends phone."

"Friend? You got a friend?" He snickered.

Jimin's face turned redder and he cleared his throat. Yoongi stepped closer to him and mouthed a "hand me the phone."

Jimin shook his head no afraid that his father would be mean to him too. He could take his words and just about everything. He just wouldn't be able to stand him being mean to his lover.

"I do." He finally responded.

"Okay? And? Are you calling to brag? Congrats, you have a friend. Wohoo. About time you stop being so damn weird and antisocial."

He gulped and his knees started to feel weak. Though, this was a conversation over the phone he could feel his presence and it terrified him.

"I-I-can I go to a party Friday?"

"What?"

"Nayeon invited me."

There was silence for a brief second. Jimin felt like his heart could explode. He couldn't even look at, Yoongi right now.

"Nayeon? That's a girl." He said in relaxation.

"Yes. She's-she's the friend that I was talking about. I will still go to the house Friday to drop of my stuff and after that I will go. I just wanted to ask you ahead—"

"Are you staying with her?"

"Yeah." He lied. Was he even a good liar? He didn't think so. When he was lying his palms sweated and his ears turned pink. Good thing he couldn't see it.

His father laughed and Jimin pulled away from the obnoxious sound. "Fuck yes. You go out with her and stay with her the whole weekend if you want."

"T-thank you."

"Fuck. About time." He heard him murmur before he hung up.

Jimin handed Yoongi back the phone who had a slight hurt expression. "I had to tell him I was going with, Nayeon. He would've never..."

"I get it." Yoongi said with a small smile.

"Are you calling your parents?"

"There's no point. They don't care either way." He said grabbing his book bag and heading to the door.

Jimin stayed behind. What was the point of him calling his father? It's not like they cared like he said.

"Are you coming?" He asked turning to face him.

He nodded and grabbed his stuff as well heading out. One walked ahead of the other and they made sure to keep their distance.

It was sad that they fear their safety simply for walking next to each other.

•••

"What happened to your face?" Jin asked.

"What happened to your face?" Yoongi smirked.

Jin stepped closer trying to mess with him. "Mother fucker." He mumbled.

"Hey, hey, no fighting under my watch." Hoseok said stepping in front of Jin and grabbing him by the waist.

Jin pulled away a little too harshly accidentally shoving Jungkook who was drinking his lemonade who then spilled it onto Namjoon's shoes.

"What the fuck? My lemonade!"

"Your lemonade? My fucking white shoes! What the shit?" He exclaimed angry.

"He did it!" Hoseok grinned pointing at Jin who was bright red.

"I-I-uh-it was Hoseok and his cooties!" He screamed in embarrassment.

"Cooties? Are we seven?" Yoongi laughed playing with his lighter.

"I want a new lemonade." Jungkook huffed.

"I want new shoes."

"Woah! I just asked a damn question and I don't deserve this shit." Jin claimed defensively.

"I just wanted to finish my lemonade unbothered." He replied squinting his eyes.

Namjoon kneeled down scrubbing his shoes with his long sleeve shirt. "And I just wanted my shoes to stay white, fucking shit."

"What did happen to your face?" Hoseok asked.

"I was fucking and things got too carried away."

"Nayeon?" Namjoon asked looking up.

"Nah."

"Then?"

"Some hottie with a big ass," he said thinking of, Jimin. "Their heart is bigger though." He added.

"And she punched you?" Jungkook wondered raising both eyebrows.

"Something like that."

"Hey guys! Jimin is coming with us to the party!" Taehyung beamed approaching them. 

"He is? Since when does he like to party?" Hoseok asked. Jin remained silent and Yoongi tried to pay attention to his facial expression.

"Since today. I convinced him. Nayeon asked him too and he couldn't say no."

"Oh, Nayeon was there?" Yoongi asked a bit worried.

"Yeah. Jimin and I were walking down the hall and bumped into her on the way. She helped me convince him."

"Hmm." He mumbled pressing the lighter harder.

"Why're you on the floor?" Taehyung suddenly asked.

"Trying to wipe my shoes. Fuck it. I give up." He replied getting up.

"Want a cigarette?" Jin chuckled looking at a frustrated, Yoongi.

"Nope. Just playing with fire."

"Why do you like it so much?" Hoseok asked.

Yoongi shrugged, "Its interesting."

"Since you're working on that can you light mine up?" Jungkook asked leaning over with a cigarette in his lips.

"You're like twelve. Spit that shit out." Taehyung scolded.

"I want to be cool too." He replied crossing his arms over his chest still with the stick in between his lips.

Taehyung took it and broke it in half. "You're already cool."

"That was a waste." Jin said shaking his head.

"To be honest. They're not cheap." Namjoon mumbled.

Taehyung rolled his eyes uninterested. "Are we going to class or not? Our break is only but so long."

They all started to walk to the building except for, Yoongi. He looked down at the broken cigarette on the ground and held the lighter tighter with his hand until it turned white.

He started thinking about life and all the awful things he had done. Then, he questioned if he really could make Jimin happy.

And he felt horrible and the questions and doubts in his mind only made it worse. Was he ever the one that was meant to be with, Jimin?

And would his mind ever stop being his worse enemy?