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Jimin dashed up to the stairs to avoid Taehyung that has been chasing him at that time. That kid is obsessed with humiliating him in front of their female classmates so he doesn't have other choices except hiding. Why does Taehyung insist on making Jimin shows his abs in the class anyway? Well, there was many screaming (the kind of fangirl scream) the first time he's being forced to do it, and he kinda liked it in a strange way, but Jimin don't want to look like some kind of show off dude or a creep when later on the school finally caught him up. He got a reputation, too. And besides, Jungkook only laughed at him everytime it happened. He's so embarrased.
Jimin tiptoes and when he heard someone at the end of the hallway, he open up the door to the rooftop. He put his head out, and feels the air of mid-summer surpressed him. Suffocating. Its only 10 at the morning but it feels like standing in front of an oven. Jimin starts sensing sweats rolled down from his forehead and inside his uniform, he took steps back in to the building, but heard a sound calling his name instead. "Jimin~ Jimin-ah! It's just for a second!"
"Shit."
He cursed, got out, and closed the door. Trapped outside.
He walks towards where a couple of water tanks placed and trying to find a shaded place between it to hide. He just about to sit down there when he saw someone crouched underneath one, with a bitter smell spreading from the grey smoke around him.
"Min Yoongi!"
Min Yoongi, startled, dropped the cigarette from his hand to the ground and coughing.
"Yoongi hyung!" Jimin looks at it (the long rounded stick rolling with its end burned) like its going to explode. "You... smoke?"
"Aish, do I look like I'm in the middle of painting the scenery here?" Yoongi fetch the cigarette back. He turns to Jimin. "Fuck, so surprising, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Um, you know... the usual... Taehyung..." And only with that Yoongi could take the hint. Jimin took a seat besides the older, who looks out to the buildings below them. He's already inhaled another breath into the cigarette like its nothing. It's weird because Jimin never seen him doing it before. "So hyung, since when did you...?"
For a while Yoongi give Jimin a look, but then he just shrugged. "Just now."
"Then why?"
He's still astounded with how different Yoongi is, like he's been smoking for while. Not that smoking is a rare scene for Jimin, he often saw his father at their balkon smoking with a friend and sometimes he also caught few seniors smoking secretly around the school, but never that the thought of Yoongi smoking would be a real sight. From all of his friends, he believes Yoongi is the softest one. A guy who prefers milktea rather than coffee and would plays The Sims in his PC all day, not a guy who suddenly sit on the rooftop to ignite cigarette.
"I just want to try it," Yoongi said after the third inhale.
"But hyung~" Jimin sounds desperate. "That is not a good thing. You could get caught by the teacher."
Yoongi giggled. "I believe you won't report me to them."
And he actually right. Jimin won't report him to anyone ever. He's a good friend. "I mean, for your lung. Is it not enough for you to get through the appendix surgery?"
Yoongi sighed and a greyish smoke came out from his nose.
"Smoking once not going to kill you. Or give you cancer."
"Well anyway, it's a little bit hot right now, and hyung only rose up the monoxide," Jimin flailing his hand out to the dancing smoke and fanning himself at the same time. "Oh God."
"For the record Jimin, it's monoxide and tar and nicotin and--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but still you gotta take my point."
Yoongi nods slowly.
"Bad day?" Jimin guesses after a while. Yoongi may have came out to be a passive person, but Jimin knows he's not the kind of hyung that do something out of nothing. There's should be a reason. And sometimes few things in Yoongi's life is more obvious than himself. In one thing: Yoongi's home situation.
The guy besides Jimin didn't say any answer, inhales the cigarette for a couple times until finally Jimin snatched it from his hand. Jimin tried to smoke out of it. Huge mistake, taste like the fums filled up his whole respiration way and he starts to choke. Yoongi laughed.
"What are you doing, you silly. Don't do what I do."
"W-wh...at's good in that?" Jimin asks at the same time he's trying to catch a breath.
"You know it already, you're no good with this."
"Whatever."
They just sit like that; Yoongi inhaling at every minute and Jimin leaning on to the water tank. Jimin detached his second button for obvious reason, heat. They might have looking at the same scenery, where the streets in Seoul dontown look not too crowded in this hour and how the sun seems like laughing at both of them. But Jimin could sense that Yoongi probably thinking about a lot of things. These days, he found Yoongi more silent than before. But he never say a thing.
The cigarrete now is half the length.
The bell ringing from inside the building, means they should get back to the class again. Jimin buttoning his shirt and get up from his place. "You're not going in?"
"Nah, don't wait for me," Yoongi waves.
"Alright," Jimin walks toward the door, but then he turn around. "One thing. If this could make you feel better, instead of smoking, I hope you would tell me about your problem to me--um, any matter. I will listen."
Yoongi raises one of his eyebrow.
"Please?"
"I'll try."
Yoongi sit still and heard Jimin close the door. Letting the cigarette out of his lips, Yoongi looks at it with a forehead crunched. He sighes. Small clouds emerged in the sky and hide the sun, so it's not too bright now. He drops it. Step on it with his shoes.
He's trying.