We are the heroes of our time. But we're dancing with the demons in our minds.

- Mans Zelmerlow

Yoongi's Pov

All night I was thinking about Hoseok. How the fuck was he supposed to help me? Because I sure as hell am not accepting it.

I did my usual routine and greeted my grandpa at the table. He said he was going shopping and then to see his friends in this day care home.

I hoisted my shoulder bag higher up on my shoulder because it kept slipping. The bending of my wrist made me wince in pain as the cuts felt uncomfortable and pressed together. They were fresh from when I got home last night well early morning.

I saw the school building in sight and crossed the gate to reach it. I nodded at the security guard at the gates. We have some vandalism and other shit going on so the head teacher ordered a security guard. He is friendly. Always asks if I'm okay when I sit on the bench crying or something.

I looked over at the popular group and pulled a face in disgust. There was Kae sucking faces with my ex-boyfriend Hwan. Lovely dovey just how I wanted to start my day off knowing Hoseok would make an attempt to talk to me. Kae pulled away and looked over at me giving me a smirk, when Hwan turned around he saw me and his face dropped and he gave a look of pity and sadness. I scoff and raised my middle finger to them walking into the school building.

I walked down to my locker and saw some stoners there dealing with some jocks. Stupid fools. I looked at my timetable and saw I had PE today, lucky I had my kit in the locker. I took out the books I needed for today and put them in my bag. While I was walking to my first class I had to go through the main corridor where nearly everyone hung out. I groaned but carried on walking.

As I was walking through I could see the different groups, I think it's weird and stupid to be divided into groups. How one group full of idiots ran the school? Yeah, I used to be in that group but I actually did my homework and work. I had a job and didn't feed my parent's money, well I only had one. I didn't judge anyone. I was friendly to everyone, but somehow all that popularity got to them and turned into an airhead.

"Yoongi!" I heard a voice shout and I knew that voice. I carried on walking faster. Damn, it must this corridor be so long and small. I was shoving people out of my way. "Yoongi please." The voice said from right behind me. Fuck he must have ran.

I stopped and turned to face him. I took in his appearance. He had combat boots on with black jeans. He wore a white t-shirt that clung to him like a second skin. I could faintly see the outline of his 6 pack, well looked more of 8 pack but I won't boost his ego even though he can't hear me. He wasn't wearing a jacket so you could see his sleeve on his arm. It was really a beautiful sleeve. I want to trace each tattoo and find the meaning behind it. I looked up to his face and he had his usual bed hair and his dark eyes were looking straight into mine.

"Yoongi please, just let me talk." He pleaded. He grabbed the top of my arm and pulled me to the side of the corridor. He looked down at me and gave me a small smile. "I just want to help you."

"I've had enough help and I certainly don't need yours." I spat.

"I know what you're going through. You need a friend." Wow, the bad boy has feelings. He stepped closer to me so we were inches away from being chest to chest. I had to crane my neck up to see him. "Don't push me away Yoongi. Please don't push me away." He begged.

I was so close to caving in, I shook my head and shoved him back. My feelings went from sadness to rage. "I don't need anyone's fucking help. Do you hear me?" I spat back to him. I turned around and saw nearly everyone looking at us. Not like they could hear because we were whispering to each other. I turned my head to Hoseok. "Just leave me alone Hoseok," I said and walked off leaving Hoseok and a confused herd of students.

It was lunch time and I wasn't hungry at all. My stomach was turning all day and I couldn't sit still. I walked into the lunchroom and grabbed a bottle of water knowing it somehow filled me up and stop my stomach from turning.

I made my way over to the back of the lunch room and sat in the chair. It was a secluded place where no one could see you. Obviously, I thought wrong I heard the sound of heels clicking against the floor. I knew who it was. I looked up and saw Kae with the goons behind him.

"Yoongi." He nasally voice said.

"What?" I replied back to him.

"Why was Hoseok talking to you?" He placed a hand on the table.

"As if it's any of your business." I took of sip of my water.

"It is my business when the hottest boy in school is talking to you." He spat. Ouch.

"Go ask him then." I shrugged my shoulders.

"No, you ask him."

"Why would I ask him if I already know?" Stupid.

"Urm I will just ask him myself."

"I just said th-. You know what just go and ask him." I smiled at him.

"I will." He walked off.

That boy irritates me so much. I have literally never met someone as stupid as him.

I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, blocking out the sounds. I concentrated on my breathing. Breathe in and breathe out. Fucking stupid people get on my nerves.

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The bell rang for the end of school. PE was horrible, I have a lot of bruises on my body from how hard people hit me with the ball. Dodgeball. They kept throwing balls at me even though I was already out of the game in the first 20 seconds I was out. Man, I suck at that, well really PE overall.

I was walking home then I remembered I would meet grandpa at the care home so we could go to the Chinese buffet in town. I sighed and turned to go the way that went to the care home.

I reached the care home and looked at the old building with the elderly going in and out. I walked in and waved to the nurse there and walked towards where my grandpa would be. I followed the corridor to the lounge and there he was. I saw Namjoon holding his wrinkly hand in his and his friends Jimin and Taehyung all chatting in a circle.

I walked over and Jimin was the first to see me. "Yoongi my darling. Oh, look how handsome you have gotten." He touched my face with his coldish hands.

"Hey Jimin." I smiled. He leaned in to give me a hug and I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Hope you haven't been through too many bingo games today. You know grandpa doesn't stop until he wins."

Jimin let out a laugh but ended up coughing. "Oh deary me. That old dick couldn't beat in me anything." He winked at me.

I saw Taehyung move to me and wrap his arms around me. He also competed on how handsome I got. Personally, I don't see it.

I saw on the arm of Namjoon's chair as he held one of my hands in his. "Why is everyone taking my grandchild?" My grandpa spat jokingly.

"Oh shush Seokjin everyone loves Yoongi," Jimin said.

"I know he is cute isn't he." Seokjin sighed. "Whenever I go out I have to say something to them hooligans staring at his ass," Seokjin exclaimed.

Oh yes, he does indeed say something to boys & girls he catches staring at my bum.

"I like your ass Seokjin." Namjoon winked.

Me, Jimin and Taehyung look at each other before gagging.

"Oh don't be so childish." Seokjin waved off.

For around 15 minutes they all chatted sometimes bringing me into the conversation but I was too busy looking out the garden.

It was beautiful, filled with all kinds of flowers. I knew my mother would have loved them. She would always come home with different flowers and spend hours in the garden. The front and back garden was covered in flowers. I had to fight back tears of the thought of my mother.

"Yoongi, come on darling let's get going." I nodded and stood up. I received a kiss on the cheek and a hug from everyone. I turned to my grandpa and he was snogging off Namjoon's face. "grandpa come on, do the dirty some other time." Seokjin blush but pecked Namjoon's lips before hugging his other friend's goodbye.

We got in his old beat up car and began driving to the Chinese restaurant.

Grandpa greeted the women at the front of the restaurant. "How many?" She asked.

"2 please." My grandpa smiled at her. I knew he was thinking something along the lines of 'Stupid twat can't you fucking see'. The waitress led us over to a booth in the far corner.

"Just when you're ready to go over to the till and pay. Enjoy!" She smiled and walked off somewhere.

"Stupid twat, couldn't see how many of us there were." I so called that.

"Grandpa some people come later and they ask to save some seats."

"Oh pish posh." My grandpa waved his hand in the air. "I'm going to pay, then we can eat finally." He slid out the booth with his wallet firmly clutched in his arms.

You wouldn't off thought that he probably stuffed his face at the buffet at the care home. Once grandpa came back, he just walked off to the buffet. I just shook my head at his antics and walked after him.

We stayed there till about 8:30 pm talking and laughing. Well more like I was the one talking while grandpa was stuffing his face. That's a lot of fun I've had in a long time.