"who carries a pocket knife in school? you can get arrested and expelled."
yoongi rolled his eyes, trying to put a bandaid that blended in with his skin.
"i don't care."
"you can't just bring it out all you want."
"we're in the boy's locker room. no one is watching us, no camera's either."
"yeah but..you'll still get caught."
"again, i don't care."
"were you..okay during that day?"
yoongi froze.
"i mean..i know that it's personal and all but," he gulped. "i wanted to know if you're okay."
yoongi stopped and grabbed namjoon's shirt, pulling him up to his face.
"never speak of that day." he clenched his jaw.
"but—"
"don't." he glared. "i mean it. it's none of your business. got that?"
"i saw you."
"i know."
"no." namjoon softly sighed. "i saw you."
yoongi knitted his brows. "what are you trying to say?"
"you said no one knows the real you. i do. because i saw you, outside of school, crying in the rain. i know now. is that why you're disrespectful here?"
how softly namjoon spoke, scared the smaller.
"fuck you." yoongi let go of his shirt, slightly pushing him.
