You sat, leg bouncing up and down, pencil rapping the table as you looked impatiently up at the clock. Time had never passed so slowly, you swore. It was like it was mocking you.
You watched as the seconds slowly counted towards the final bell of the day. 3...2...1...ring ring ring.
They sounded like the bells of angels, and you immediately shot out of your seat and took off down the halls.
I'm coming for you, Jiminie.
Pushing past the crowds of students in the halls, you finally made it to the nurse's office. Throwing open the door, you stood, chest heaving, expecting to find that familiar sweet face staring back at you.
Instead there was no one.
The nurse walked in from the back room at that moment and saw you standing there, probably looking like a madwoman.
"Oh, dear, he left a couple minutes ago. You just missed him!"
That little sh-
"Y/n! What are you doing here? Hey, Ms. Choi." Taehyung winked at the nurse.
"Just cleaning up, Mr. Kim, what did Mr. Lee have you bring me today?"
"Oh just a note..." Taehyung said gleefully. His voice dropped to a whisper, and he looked around as if telling a secret. "Asking if you were free tonight."
"Mr. Kim, you are not supposed to read other people's letters, but I'll let you off the hook just this once." The nurse said, smiling, before taking the note and going back to her task.
"Now run along now, dears, it's the weekend!"
"Come on, Y/n!" Taehyung hooked his arm through yours and dragged you away and out of the office. "I'm craving ice cream, let's go get some."
You let him drag you out of the school, and over to your group of friends, which was noticeably missing a certain boy by the name of Jimin.
"Wait!" You halted him, and the others looked at you curiously. "I have to go find Jimin!"
"Oh, didn't you know Y/n?" Yoongi questioned, "he went home, he wasn't feeling well."
In actuality, Jimin had text bombed the boys with everything (excluding Taehyung, he was feeling petty) that had happened over the course of the day, and sworn them to secrecy.
You didn't know that though.
Obviously.
You growled. Of course he "felt sick" and gone home. All you wanted was to find out what was really bothering your best friend. Why wouldn't he tell you? Did he not trust you anymore?
That thought hurt a little too much to think about right now.
"Well, I'm going to go to him anyway, there are some things I need to hear from him. So I'll be off, I'll see y'all around-"
You started to dash off towards your house, mind already whirring with all the ways you could get him to tell you. That little sucker can't hide from me.
A hand immediately encircled your wrist and yanked you back. You looked back in surprise. It was Jungkook.
You looked around at all the boys' faces. Dead serious, though Taehyung looked a little confused.
Immediately dread rushed through you. They were planning something, you could tell.
"Jeon Jung-freaking-kook. If you do not let go of me this instant, I will shave off all of your head hair as well. And your arm hair. And leg hair."
"Sorry, sis." He said, not sounding sorry at all.
All the boys exchanged a look, and you felt slightly scared. What is that supposed to mean?
"Time for Emergency Plan 306?" Hoseok questioned, and Namjoon nodded.
Emergency plan WHAT?
Immediately you felt yourself be thrown over your brother's shoulder, and they all took off in the direction of Jin's minivan.
Throwing you in, they all piled inside as well, shutting the door hard, and Jin took off before you could even think about getting past all of them and running out.
"What, are you guys doing." You questioned threateningly. "I swear, if this is some kind of weird plan you all prepared with Jimin to keep me away from him you will regret it."
They all stayed silent and avoided eye contact with you.
It was quiet for a good three seconds until Taehyung broke the silence.
"Hey, since we're already going out, can we get ice cream?"
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Jin had chosen to go to an ice cream parlor far away enough that you had no idea how to get home, ensuring that you wouldn't and couldn't run away.
Silence reigned, and you glared at everyone as you angrily ate your ice cream.
"When I find out what this is all about, I will get my revenge. On each and every single one of you."
The threat hung in the air, various degrees of terror and amusement on your friends' faces.
Taehyung was unbothered. He had had nothing to do with this, so he could happily eat his ice cream without fear of your eventual wrath.
The others envied him.
"Hey Y/n, could I talk to you?" Yoongi said softly.
You swung your eyes over to him, and immediately the other 4 sighed in relief.
You pouted a little inside. He knew you couldn't be mad at him. Yoongi was too freaking reasonable all of the time.
You followed him out of the doors of the ice cream shop, the sit at one of the tables in the front.
He waited for you to sit, then stared at you for a bit.
You stared back.
"Well?" You questioned. "Spit it out."
He sighed heavily, rubbing his face.
"I don't know how to tell you this, Y/n...I know it's been a weird day for you, and you'll want answers, but..."
"Wait wait wait," you interrupted him. "You're telling me you brought me out here, to not give me answers? What the heck bro? I thought we were homies!"
He stared at you. "I...honestly have to way to answer that last question, but just listen, okay?"
"It's not like I really have a choice," you muttered under your breath.
Yoongi gave you the look.
"Fine. Fine, gosh."
"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you to be patient with him. He's not going to want to tell you everything right now, which is actually probably a good idea. Just hold tight, and love him like I know you do, and everything will be revealed soon enough. In its own time, and everything will work out."
You took in his words, before sighing heavily and burying your face in your hands.
You felt tears welling up. Abort mission. Abort mission. We are NOT getting emotional over this.
The words came spilling out anyway.
"I don't know, Yoongi. It's just, everything's been so different lately. First the search for his freaking dream girl who probably doesn't even exist, and then he starts acting weird and possessive again, and then I found out he's had another panic attack. And if that's not bad enough, he lies to me about it. I just..." You sobbed. "I feel like everything is changing, and he's been keeping secrets from me, and...we're supposed to be best friends, but I feel like I've honestly been closer to you lately than to him. He just seems like he's been detaching himself from me emotionally or something and I swore to myself I would always be there for him, but he's not letting me anymore..."
You had fully broken down now, and Yoongi looked on in surprise. Usually, you just got angry for a short period of time, before calming down and dealing with everything. He had never really seen you let things get to you like this. None of them really had.
He immediately got up from his chair, rushing over to your side. The others had noticed by now, and were watching in hushed silence through the window.
You felt his arm loop around you.
"Hey, hey, shhh," he comforted, one hand softly running down your hair.
You kept your head down, body still shaking.
"Hey," you felt his hands wrap around your own, pulling them away from your face.
"Look at me, Y/n."
You looked up, and he immediately moved his hands to cup your face, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb.
"This will all make sense soon, but I promise Jimin isn't trying to distance himself from you, and it will all go back to normal once the truth comes to light. You're the best thing that's ever happened to Jimin. The reason he has fought through so many of his self-image issues and his anxiety. You both are best friend goals, to be honest, and everything will be okay."
You stared at him, feeling the tears on your face turn cold in the autumn air.
He suddenly smirked, squishing your face together quickly, making your lips puff out.
"Plus, you're a bad bitch. You can get through anything."
You giggled softly.
"Say it," he commanded.
"I don't-"
"Y/n..."
You sighed, smiling slightly.
Your voice came out wavering, and muffled because he was still squishing your face.
"I'm a bad bitch," you whispered.
"I can get through anything."
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A/N:
Yeah, sorry Jimin, this is a Yoongi fanfic now.
lmao I'm just kidding don't panic guys