'logolepsy' || y.min [Oneshots]

''-BASOREXIA-'' (JIM+YOON)

'Basorexia'

"-the overwhelming feeling to kiss-"

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"Yoongi..psst.."

The older teenager could faintly hear a warm voice which he knew who it belonged to, but he was too sleepy to actually react to it, so he just grumbled under his breath tiredly, murmuring a quiet "..what.." while the teenager opened his pretty mouth to yawn without a tone, his mathbook standing in front of him like a wall to protect himself from the dumbass teacher who seemed to talk like there was no tomorrow, even though nobody listened to him.

"For fucks sake, Yoongi, the teacher is looking at y--"

"Park Jimin and Min Yoongi!" A loud voice was yelling through the room in an aggressive manner and the fact that the teacher's voice was directed at them, made them yelp bustedly and the blackhaired boy's book, that had served as a loyal wall, landed with a loud thump flat on his desk.

"Fuck."

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"Why did you have to sleep in his class?" Jimin sighed and leaned his head against the wall while he winkled his left muscular leg in his own direction, one arm on his knee and the other hand running stressed through his thick hair.

They had to get out of the classroom, because of too much "talking" and "bullshiting around" and now they were sitting on the cold floor beside the door, waiting for the hour to finally end.

It was quiet for a while.

"Was tired.." ,the older boy pouted as he talked in a slurred voice, his tone coming off a bit muffled, motivation almost on zero, the tiredness taking bit by bit over the 17-year old boy, his head buried in his kness while he lazily hugged them with his arms.

Guilt washed over the younger boy's body like a cold shower, caramell eyes gazing over Yoongi's frame carefully.

He looked so tiny, even if he was older than Jimin. Vulnerable .
The blondhaired boy squinted his eyes, head dropping a bit to the side in thought. He noticed that something wasn't right.

"Something's wrong." Jimin tried to speak in a soft and warm voice as good as possible and got for confirmation bit closer to the blackhaired boy who opened his black lashes slightly. A toneless sigh escaped Yoongi's mouth.

"S'nothin', brat."

Jimin closed his eyes at Yoongis slurred answer, knewing that the older never talked about his problems so quickly. He had pride. He never wanted to look like a weak little boy who couldn't handle his own dramatic and depressive phase alone.
And hell, Jimin hated the way the older one thought about himself.
The dongsaeng knew, he had to dig a bit deeper.

''You don't have to tell me shit..but if something doesn't feel right to you, tell me. I'll try to fix it for you."

The blondhaired boy was almost pleading, his heart clenching desperately when he heard his best friend's sniffle, his voice sounding uncharactically broke: "What the hell do you want to fix? How?"

Yoongi looked up to Jimin through his slightly wet lashes while hugging his skinny legs a bit tighter, his black cat-like eyes looking glazed .

Jimim bit his full lip in guilt when he noticed how the other boy looked at him in hidden expectation with a rare, vulnerable gaze in his black eyes.

He could fix it for Yoongi. Whatever it was, he could try to help him.

"Yeah. I'll fix it for you. Whatever it is." Repeating his words in a warm and careful voice, Jimin got closer to the older boy, hearing how the other classmates talked almost in a damped tone inside the classroom.