Chapter 23: 19

The sound of the clicking of their boots against the hallway grounds of the school's third floor echoed loudly through their ears as they crossed their way in the empty hallway, the dark grey tiles under their feet annoyingly screeching at them with every accidental slip of their heels on them.

Yoongi's hand was still forcefully clapped around Jimin's wrist, a layer of red under his wide veiny hands already covering the younger's small wrist, as the firm and tight hold was surely going to bruise the soft skin.

Thought Yoongi didn't give a shit about that.

Because right now, at this moment, his eyes could only see red.

He wanted Jimin to know how much anger he was feeling towards him.

He wanted him to feel all his frustration.

He wanted him to know how much Jimin ignoring him....hurt him.

Yes indeed.

Even thought he would never admit it or voice it out loud in the open for the younger to hear, it did hurt him.

Thought the only question that remains was, why?

Why would it hurt him?!

It didn't make sense to him at all.

Has he perhaps, grew fond of Jimin somehow?

...how?

They only kissed.

Just kissed...

Yoongi unconsciously licked his lips at the thought of his kiss with Jimin.

It was so small...

So tender...

So..sweet...

But for some reason--

--it meant a lot for him.

"Yoongi!!"

The mentioned boy snapped out of his thoughts instantly at the call of his name, as he whipped his head around to face the face who got him immensely confused. "What?"

"Forgot how to use a key?" Sassily remarked Jimin as he pointed at Yoongi's left hand that tightly held a silver key close to the music room keyhole, his mentioned raised up hand shaking slightly in it's raised up state.

Yoongi's eyes were left wide at the unknown sight of his state to himself.

They already arrived?

And he didn't notice?

...just because he was thinking of Park fucking Jimin?

That last thought made instant rage course throught his veins and up to his mind, as red flashing lights were the only thing his small dark eyes were witnessing.

Angrilly gripping the keys that his teacher had gratefully intrusted him with, Yoongi dug the silver piece of metal inside of the music room door, immediately kicking the door open and practically throwing Jimin inside, as he slammed the door closed harshly behind him.

Jimin gasped loudly at his sudden action, almost slipping at his own two feet in his state of shookness, but thanks to Yoongi catching his forearm in time he was able to regain his once lost balance once more.

"What the--" Jimin gritted his teeth as he felt himself growing angry. "Did you seriously drag my ass up three floors to get here?!"

"I wanted some privacy." Simply answered Yoongi to him with a roll of his eyes, Jimin immediately gaping at him at his answer.

"Privacy?! Roach the school is literally empty now! Who would freaking stay at school after the sound of the last bell?" Jimin anger was slowly diminishing and replaced with pure confusion. What the hell was going through this jackass's head?!

"Are you answering my question or not now?" Gritted out Yoongi through his teeth, his patience was slowly decreasing, as his temper was slowly getting the best of him. "Why the fuck have you been ignoring me?!"

"Oh?" Chuckled out Jimin through a small fake laugh along with the roll of his eyes. "Am I dreaming? Does Min Yoongi actually care for me?" Jokingly said Jimin along with a smirk that ticked Yoongi off to no end.

"If ignorance is bliss, then you seriously must be the happiest person on the planet." Growled out Yoongi as he stepped closer to the blonde haired boy in front of him, his figure almost towering over the younger even though they were literally an inch different from each other.

However, Jimin was no coward.

Like hell he was going to cower away from him.

"It's kind of hilarious watching you fit your entire vocabulary into one sentence." Sassily remarked Jimin while not even budging from his place in front of Yoongi's close intimidating eyes as the boy only chose to straighten his back and challenge the blue haired boy he deeply despised.

"Don't change the subject, twink." Gritted out Yoongi as he stepped closer to Jimin once again, as their chests were now glued together, while a breath of air separated both of their faces. "Why in the freaking hell were you--?!"

Yoongi's eyes widened when Jimin suddenly slammed his back against the closed piano of the music room, as he hissed in pain at the uncomfortable feeling of the smooth wood piercing his lower back, his knees buckling slightly to avoid the small chair tucked in front of the giant instrument.

"Why do you care?!" Shouted Jimin literally right in front of Yoongi's face as he fisted both of his small fists into the blue haired boy's collar, Yoongi's eyes darkening at his sudden action. "Why do you suddenly fucking care if I ignore you or not Min fucking Yoongi?!"

"Well I'm simply looking out for the boy I hate Park fucking Jimin." Answered Yoongi to the angry boy in front of him equally as ticked off as him.

But-- why?

Why couldn't he feel all the anger he should be feeling towards the boy?

Heck, Yoongi wasn't going to lie.

In that moment, as his chest was glued to the blonde and his face only needed a small nudge to be bumped against the younger's, he started feeling like all anger he once felt towards the boy completely diminish inside of him.

But again-- why?

Was it because of his touch?

Was it because of the fact that he was so close to him?

--who knew?

All he knew, is that only amusement towards the angry red faced boy ran through his veins, and admiration towards his pink lips flipped through his empty stomach.

and the anger that he was feeling was only a something his conflicted mind was convincing him of feeling, confusing his stranded heart further.

"I hate you." Gritted out Jimin through his teeth as he stepped closer to Yoongi's body, if that was physically possible anymore, his hands tightening their hold on the blue haired boy's once perfectly ironed collar while Yoongi only offered him a smirk.

A hitch of air was then heard leave Jimin's lips when the older grabbed the blonde by his forearms and squeazed his biceps tightly.

"And I hate you, Jimin."

And suddenly, the next step that they took became the deal breaker to the hatred that they so called claimed to feel for each other.

Because Yoongi's lips had crashed against Jimin's.

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Make out scene up ahead, you have been warned~~

I don't know if I'm good at kissing scenes, so please rate me to your hearts content so that I can see where I should improve myself （╯ ͡° ل͜ ͡°）╯︵ ┻━┻

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