"What did you just say?" Jimin asked, horror-struck.

"I wanna beat you up again."

Jimin stared at him in disbelief. "Why would you do something like that? I thought we were friends?" His voice started to get higher.

"We are...That's why I'm asking you, you dickhead."

"No!" Jimin ran out of the corridor, and down the hall.

Yoongi banged his fists on the lockers, his head dropping down. He wanted to let out his anger, his frustration on something. Anything would do.

"Uh...Yoongi?" It was Jimin, walking back cautiously to Yoongi. "U-uh...are you okay?"

"Do I fucking look okay?" Yoongi sniffed, embarrassed that Jimin had caught him when he was vulnerable.

"Listen...If you want to talk, you can talk with me." Jimin was unsure of what to say. "B-but if you want to talk to Hoseok, it's fine! I-I mean, he is your boyfriend and all that. I'm totally fine if you decide to pick him over me, totally understandable." Jimin wasn't sure why he was blabbering like an idiot, and he clamped a hand over his mouth before he could say any more.

Thankfully, Yoongi didn't notice Jimin's cheeks go a faint shade of pink.

"No...it's just." Yoongi wasn't sure what to say. "I've been going through some rough times and I've been hurting you, since it kind of releases my stress. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"I'm glad you told me that." Jimin truthfully said, his pink bangs and warm smile reminded Yoongi of an angel. "I thought you liked hurting people for fun. I didn't know you had a reason behind it. I wish you could've asked me though."

"You wouldn't have agreed." Yoongi muttered.

"You can beat me up."

Yoongi lifted his head up, revealing bloodshot eyes and a tear-soaked Sum41 shirt.

"I want you to be happy Yoongi. I may not be able to help you solve your problems, but I want to help relieve your stress. Beat me up. Not too much, if I can add."

"Thank you...." He whispered.

Jimin winced as Yoongi lumbered over and slugged Jimin, pushed him against the lockers and kicked him. Jimin noticed that he lacked his normal enthusiaum, he didn't laugh or smile at all.

Jimin was surprised when Yoongi pulled Jimin out of his headlock, and hugged the smaller boy. Tears stained the back of his new stri[ed shirt and without hesitation, hugged Yoongi back.

"I can't believe I was such a wimp..." He cried. "I could have helped her."

Jimin didn't dare ask what Yoongi meant by that.

They hugged in silence, strangely comforted by each other's presence. They didn't hear a boy near them gasp loudly.

***

"Ah. Fuck my life." Jin checked himself out in the mirror. His nose was covered in some kind of plaster, and right there and then, he realized it was broken. "Karma's a bitch."

He looked at his sorry state, pale face, bloodshot eyes, plaster wrapped nose. This boy...he was not handsome. He was scary, he was ugly.

Taking a step back and dramatically put his hand over his heart, he flopped backwards onto his hospital bed.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Don't come in!" Jin wailed. "Come back when I'm beautiful again!"

The door opened anyways.

A boy a few years younger than Jin held his hands behind his back, and he was biting his lip. His hair was neatly combed to the side, and he wore a white shirt and jeans.

"What part of 'don't come in' don't you understand kid?" Jin glared at the boy.

"You told me not to come in because you're ugly. But I came in, because you're handsome."

Jin stared at him. "How the hell do you call this -" He gestured at his face. "-handsome?"

"Well." Namjoon silently admired Jin. "You have a beautiful aesthetic. The purple bruises that adorn your face compliments your cheeks, which contrast against your red eyes. The plaster on your nose is symbol that hides something darker, when it can only be seen as white. Your lashes are long and luscious, while your hair is short and messy. Your hospital gown shows a broken, yet beautiful person. Tangents meet in a beautiful boy named Jin."

He went as red as a strawberry when Jin stared at him. Crap. Did he just confess his love for Jin or something?

"Huh." Jin stared at his reflection again. "I guess you have a point there."

"I-I brought something for you." Namjoon held out a small lunchbox and a bouquet of flowers, which to his dismay, were bent in half. "Ah! I broke the flowers. I'm so sorry!"

Jin gave him a dazzling smile. "You're so thoughtful." He lovingly took the flowers, daffodils and peonies, and sniffed them.

"My mother also made you lunch...because I thought the food here probably is disgusting."

"It is." Jin smiled again, causing Namjoon's heart to skip a beat. "It's sloppy and tastes like feet. Thank you so much." He opened the lunchbox, which to his delight, was filled to the brim with takoyaki balls and noodles.

"Why did you do this?" Jin closed the lunchbox shut. "I don't even know you that well."

"Then let's get to know each other better."Namjoon gave Jin a shy smile, revealing dimples. "I think you're kind, handsome, and smart. We could be good friends."

"I think you've got the wrong person." Jin groaned. "Taehyung's the one that's all that. Because of that little cunt, I'm here in the hospital."

Namjoon had heard the rumors, but didn't expect them to actually be true. Was his image of Jin, not who the boy really was?

"Why did you hurt him? I thought you two were close."

"Well..." Jin gulped. He had never told anyone this. "It's a long story." He sat down onto his bed, and gestured for Namjoon to do the same..

"And I just happen to have a lot of time on my hands. Get to it."

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hello! can't believe we're almost at 300 views! this is a dream come true! damn, namjoon's such a smooth and caring little guy. #goals

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