"I like you.
So open the door, I won't leave you, I won't run away. Open the door. Talk to me. Or don't talk. Just let me be with you. Yoongi please."
The door slowly began to open. Jimin pulled the door fully opened and grabbed yoongi by the waist and embraced him. He wrapped his left arm around his waist and his free hand was on Yoongi's head.
He felt his shirt become damp. Yoongi was crying.
I knew something was up.
They both slid down onto the ground and stayed in that position for the rest of lunch and into the last period.
"Come over to my place." Jimin ordered, as he wiped away Yoongi's tears once the dismissal bell rang.
"Y-your place?" Yoongi hesitated.
The flustered expression on his face caused a smile to appear on jimin's face. "No wrong ideas you dirty minded cutie."
I don't want you to go home to whatever is in there. I want you to be safe.
"I want to spend time with you."
Yoongi looked down and lightly grabbed onto jimin's shirt. "Hey..Jimin?"
"Did you mean it?"
"..Do you really like me?"
Jimin chuckled and lifted Yoongi's head with his forefinger. "Why would I lie? I like you and I want you. So I'm gonna stick next to you until you feel the same way."
"Sshh. Im not taking any answers right now. You're gonna have to deal with me. I'm not gonna let you go." Jimin whined and wrapped his arms around yoongis waist, resting his head on his shoulder gently.
"Tsk.i can't even hate you, you're too attractive."
"You live in an apartment too?" Yoongi asked curiously as they stood Infront of a large apartment complex.
"Do you live with you family?"
"No. I live alone."
Yoongi looked up at Jimin. "Why?"
"Parents divorced, they both have their own families now. Want nothing to do with me and I want nothing to do with them so they both give me like a million won each month to live. Plus I have summer jobs."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Yoongi whispered.
Jimin looked down at Yoongi and grabbed his hand. "No need, now let's get in~"
I like the flavor of death.