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Ⓣhursday morning wasn't as bad as Yoongi thought it would be. When he woke up, he suspected he'd have to hurry out of the house to avoid his elder brother, but he was already gone by the time he woke up. He even asked his parents, and they told him he had an extra early class, as he was in his first year of studying at a university.

It meant he had time to be alone with his parents, having a normal, loving family morning.

"What do you want to eat honey?" his mother asked as she was preparing food for Mr Min as he sat in the lounge with his laptop on the table, writing in the speed of light, which Yoongi figured was for his work.

"I'll just grab some cereal," Yoongi said as he stood beside her, about to grab a bowl, but she didn't let him finish.

"Nonsense. I know you never make proper food when your dad and I aren't home, let alone Seunggi who's a terrible cook. Let me make you something good, and healthy." 

Yoongi sighed as he sat down at the kitchen table. "Then an omelette? Is that good enough?"

Mrs Min grinned cheekily. "An omelette on the way," she announced proudly as she started cooking.

Yoongi played with his fingers as he was thinking of something that hadn't left his mind since yesterday, but he couldn't find to pick up the courage to ask his mother; he was embarrassed nevertheless. "Mom?" he finally asked, earning a soft hum from the woman. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course dear," she said softly as she smiled at him with a quick glance as she was making his omelette with some vegetables.

"Could I, er... invite a friend over for dinner today?" he asked embarrassed. He felt himself blush when his mother had stopped cooking, only to look at her son with a wide grin. "You mean that Park Jimin boy?" she asked excitedly.

"Uhm, yeah. Will Seunggi be here for dinner?"

"No, he said he'd be late today, probably till nine in the evening or so," she told him.

"So, can my friend come over then?"

His mother beamed with laughter. "Of course he can, honey. I'd be happy to cook a delicious dinner for all us four, yeah?"

Yoongi nodded, not being able to hide his happy smile. Then it was settled: he was going to ask Jimin to join him for dinner today.

When the raven-haired male arrived at school, it wasn't as late as yesterday, and the school was already filled with students. Jimin wasn't in sight yet though, but he didn't want to admit to himself he was the first person he was looking for when arriving. The school was a place to study, not spend time with his friend.

But he still wanted to see him; to know he was going to keep him company throughout the day.

"Looking for me?" asked a sudden voice from behind the human when he was bringing out his psychology and music book he'd have before lunch.

He jumped slightly, not realising the angel was behind him before, and therefore avoided his gaze to avoid his slight blush on his cheeks. "No," he lied as he shut his locker.

"I could swear I saw your eyes wander all over the place as if searching for someone," he teased as he poked his chest lightly.

"You're imagining things," Yoongi scoffed, embarrassed, and then started walking.

"Wait for me, I need my books too," Jimin told him, and surprisingly Yoongi stopped immediately, waiting for the angel to bring out his own books as well, though he didn't actually need them. "Wow, you waited," he chuckled surprised.

"You literally just told me to," Yoongi frowned.

"And I didn't expect you to listen, as you never listen to what anyone says," he commented, chuckling loudly.

Suddenly, Jimin stopped right in tracks as he stared further ahead in the hallway. Yoongi tried to follow his gaze, but he didn't see anything in particular to catch his attention and glanced back at the angel. "You okay?" he asked.

"I need the toilet," he suddenly told him and sprinted in the direction of where he had stared in, and disappeared into the handicap toilet right on the left, though there was a toilet right beside them where they stood.

Yoongi approached to stand outside where Jimin was to wait for him, but suddenly he heard some students talking behind him.

"You saw that Freshman?" one of them asked his friends. "Kind of cute, isn't he?"

All three of them laughed. "Cute? Mate, get your gay ass away," one of the friends joked teasingly.

"Want us to help you? To get alone with him, I mean," he asked cheekily.

That grabbed Yoongi's attention, and he turned around to glare at them, though they hadn't noticed his presence yet.

"What if he doesn't like me though?" the first guy asked.

"Who cares? As long as you get to tap that ass, it's all good."

Yoongi shoved the guy up against the locker angrily, surprising both him and his friends.

"Who the fuck are you?" the guy asked angrily, though he struggled to talk with Yoongi's arm slightly choking him.

"If you ever mess with him, you'll be dead," he threatened.

"And what are you going to do about that, Freshman?" one of the other friends asked, pushing Yoongi off the other guy, now surrounded by the three elder students.

"I - "

Before Yoongi finished his sentence - which he didn't know what would be anyways - the three males were pushed by something from behind onto the lockers, bumping their heads painfully onto the massive metal objects.

"Oh, you don't even wanna know what I'm gonna do if you ever dare to touch my human again." Jimin noticed he slightly messed up when referring to Yoongi, though the scared elder students seemed terrified of him and his inhuman strength that caught them all off guard.

"My human?" Yoongi muttered questioningly to himself, as he noticed.

"You're sick," the first friend snapped, terrified when meeting the angel's gaze.

"Told you," Yoongi said casually, "don't mess with him."

The three males ran away from them to not get beat up anymore, and Jimin didn't even try to hide his grin towards the human. "You okay Yoongi?" he asked as he walked up to him and checked his head and chest for injuries.

"If I was in pain you would've noticed," Yoongi said, chuckling slightly at the worried friend.

Jimin smiled. "Okay, let's get to class now. It'll start in a minute."

During the first class, psychology, Yoongi's gaze continued to remain stuck onto the male in front of him. This time, he was staring at his hair, finding the blond colour fascinating for some reason. It was so bright, so close to being white the human nearly believed it was. He wondered how he managed to dye it so perfectly, especially without having the dark roots, and how often he actually dyed it.

Suddenly Yoongi felt something nudge on his side, and he met eyes with his seatmate, Jungkook. 'What' he mouthed to him, then the other student nodded in the direction of the teacher.

"Min Yoongi, please answer when I'm calling your name," Mrs Kim suddenly spoke out loud.

When Yoongi's gaze went back to Jimin, the classmate had already turned around, staring at him worriedly, and then gave him a reassuring smile and nod.

"Uhm, sorry," he apologised. "What did you say?"

"I asked you about the tasks I just gave the class. You did them, right?"

He gulped nervously. "Uhm, actually, I - "

"We did them together," Jungkook suddenly spoke up. It caught Yoongi off guard he literally couldn't help but to stare at him with wide eyes in shock. "Right Yoongi?"

The raven-haired male just nodded as he gave him a slight glare as if he didn't want Yoongi to expose him in lying, but it'd only mean they'd both get in trouble.

"Well enough. Please read out loud your answer," Mrs Kim announced.

Yoongi expected Jungkook to do it, but he just gave him his notebook coolly, and Yoongi was forced to stand up and read the answers Jungkook had written out loud, though he didn't mind much: at least he wasn't in trouble.

Mrs Kim passed onto the other students to read out loud their answers, and so Yoongi had safely passed. "Uhm, thanks Jungkook," Yoongi whispered as he gave him back his notebook.

"Please, save your gratitude," he muttered as he snapped back his notebook. "I only did it so I wouldn't have to read out loud my own answers and got you to read them instead, so I only wanted to save myself."

Yoongi wasn't entirely sure if he believed him or not, but he decided to smile at him anyway.  "Well, whether it was intentional or not, thanks. I honestly didn't want to get in trouble today."

"Then why do I see you do nothing except from staring at Jimin all day?" he asked as he stared him straight in the eyes.

Yoongi blushed over being caught red-handed. "I - I don't stare," he stuttered embarrassed.

"Mate, you stare. A lot," he added.

"I like his hair colour," he used as an excuse. "Do you think I'd suit blond?" he asked as he tried to get rid of his seatmate's suspicion.

"No," he muttered nonchalantly and went back to listen to their psychology teacher.

Yoongi sighed relieved, and finally, it was time for their next class, instrumental music, and they had to move to a different classroom that had lots of musical instruments all over the room, and Yoongi knew he had finally entered heaven, ironically.