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Today is the day Yoongi will finally be open about his feelings. He shall be confessing towards a certain class president that goes by the name Park Jimin.
Yoongi has been waiting for this day ever since he realized his feelings. He just couldn’t do it before because he’s a coward little piece of shit. So much for being the school’s resident bad boy.
(“Bad boys don’t cry when they see dogs.”
“Shut up, Namjoon, Holly is different.”)
He’s been in love with Park Jimin since the younger entered high school. Yoongi was already a third year then but because of Jimin, he decided to screw up his studies and repeat his senior year two more times so they could become classmates. Yes, he was—is—very whipped.
And now he’s classmates with Jimin with the younger being the class’ president (Yoongi might have threatened his fellow classmates to vote for him but Jimin deserves that position so who cares anyway) and since this is their last year in high school, Yoongi decided to come out and ask Jimin on a date and maybe become boyfriends so they can at least spend their last few months in high school together.
And then they can move in together and get married and have babies and more dogs.
When Yoongi woke up this morning, he felt the confidence he had last night slowly seep out him but no, he has already decided. He is going to face Park Jimin and if he has to shout out his feelings to the world to get them across, so they can finally become the lovey-dovey couple the school doesn’t deserve, then he’s willing to do it.
He readies himself extra thoroughly and checks himself four times in the mirror to make sure he looks good and dateable, and he concludes that he looks like a hot mess. He doesn’t even really know if Jimin is into bad boys who wear chokers and gold chains everyday to school. He will just have to trust fate. Fate is the one who made them classmates anyway.
He inhales deeply then lets out a shout to clear out all the bad vibes. Okay, he can do it. He just has to walk up to Park Jimin and ask him out on a date. Easy.
7:00 AM
It’s still a little too early for school but Yoongi is already at the school gates, waiting for the love of his life to arrive. The sooner he gets to do it then the better. If it goes well, maybe they can even spend their lunch together and feed each other like all the other disgusting couples in the school. He and Jimin won’t be disgusting though. They will be the cutest and everyone will love them.
Yoongi is standing by the gates as he lits up a cigarette. He doesn’t really know how to smoke but he just uses it as a decoration. He tried it once and he just ended up coughing in a very ugly way. Teachers have called him out for it but they eventually got used to it. Yoongi is pretty sure that they secretly like him.
Other students arrive, not paying him any mind because he’s actually really harmless and won’t hurt anyone. His friend, Namjoon, eventually appears and joins him at the school gate.
“So… today’s the day, huh?” Namjoon asks as he leans at the wall beside Yoongi. “Are you sure about this?”
“I don’t really know but my gut says today is the right time to do it.”
“Maybe your gut’s just telling you to go take a shit.”
Yoongi doesn’t entertain him with a reply. He already decided to do it. No one can stop him. If he doesn’t do it today, then when will he have the courage to do it again? And there’s also the issue of Jimin having lots of people liking him. He’s currently single and who knows if he will stay that way in the future.
Namjoon is dumb, anyway. He doesn’t know anything. He’s not trustworthy.
“What’re you going to do if he rejects you?”
Yoongi hasn’t really thought of that but if they weren’t meant to be then fate wouldn’t have let him reach this point. Right?
“I’m not saying he’s going to reject you but you know, you have to think of the consequences.”
“Shh, Namjoon, stop acting like you’re my conscience.”
“Whatever, hyung, but Jimin’s here and he seems to be going our way,” Namjoon points at Yoongi’s future boyfriend who is currently walking towards them. He doesn’t know why he’s heading to them but this might be his chance so it’s time to act cool.
Yoongi slouches a bit more cooler on the wall behind him as he unconsciously puts the cigarette to his lips. He was supposed to only get it closer to his face but seeing his crush probably made him stupid. And now he’s coughing his lungs out. Fucking cool.
Namjoon is patting him on the back as Jimin stands before them, concern laced in his voice. “Oh my god, are you okay, hyung? Do you need some water?”
Jimin is about to hand him his water bottle when Yoongi holds out his hand to stop him. “N-no, I’m fine. I’m perfect. Just—just wait.” Once his coughing fit stopped, he stood upright to face his beloved and damn, he will never get tired of seeing Jimin’s face. It is so cute and lovely and adorable and Yoongi wants to kiss him.
Jimin frowns at him. “This is why you shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for you.”
Yoongi wants to kiss the frowny pout off his face. “Uh, this?” he lifts up the cigarette to show Jimin then gives it to Namjoon. “This is actually his. He made me smoke. He’s a bad influence.”
His friend scoffs at him but Yoongi gives him a pleading look that says ‘do it for love’. Namjoon sighs. “Yeah, whatever he said. I’m gonna go and throw this out then.” Yoongi silently thanks him and feels sorry for a bit but this is love and nothing is fair with love.
Namjoon leaves them alone and he takes this opportunity to finally ask out Jimin. This isn’t the first time they were alone because there was that one time when the two of them were assigned cleaning duties but then again, they weren’t able to talk much. Yoongi was still too scared at that time. He was afraid he might say something mean that will lead Jimin to hate him forever. That was Yoongi’s problem, sometimes he tends to say words he didn’t mean whenever he’s nervous.
But today shall be different. He might have looked like a loser a few minutes ago but he still has that determination inside him, and fate gave him this chance so he’s going to seize it.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jimin asks again. “I know we’re not really that close but is it okay for you to have friends like that? I think Namjoon-hyung is nice but sometimes I think he’s weird. Instead of studying, he reads weird novels, and I once caught him talking to himself. And now he smokes.”
Yoongi, again, feels sorry for his friend. “I’m okay. Namjoonie’s a good friend, don’t worry about him. Just worry about me.” Yoongi goes red. “I-I mean, don’t worry about him. And me. Don’t worry about me and him. Um, yeah.”
Jimin tilts his head with his eyebrows furrowed, obviously confused and weirded out by Yoongi. Yoongi swears he’s not this lame. “Er, okay, hyung. So should we head to class now? It’s about to start.”
Jimin is about to head off when Yoongi took hold of his arm to halt him. His skin is so soft and seems so fragile. Yoongi wants to hold him forever. “Jimin, wait, I have something to say.”
Jimin glances at the hand on his arm and the light might be just playing tricks on Yoongi’s eyes but he swears Jimin’s cheeks looked pinker than usual. “What is it, hyung?”
Now that he’s at this moment, Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. He feels like he’s going to faint after he conveys his thoughts. Yoongi drops the hand holding onto Jimin as he looks down at the ground. He probably looks like the protagonist in those animes for girls. God, he’s so lame. “So, uh, I was sort of thinking about, um, asking you—“
The school bell rings and the moment disappears.
“Ah, we’re going to be late. Ask me later, okay, hyung?” Jimin is the one to hold his hand now—hand, not his arm, oh god, Yoongi is going to combust—as he leads them to their class.
9:00 AM
Yoongi and Jimin can be found just outside their classroom. There were still a few minutes before the next class starts so Yoongi dragged Jimin outside to talk to him. How Yoongi found the courage to drag Jimin out, he doesn’t know.
He was leaning on the classroom’s door trying to appear cool. And Jimin is looking expectantly at him, waiting for him to start talking. He would if Jimin stops looking at him as if he’s about to reveal his deepest darkest secret, which he sort of will but Jimin’s stare makes him feel more nervous.
“So, Jimin…” Yoongi adjusts his position on the door as he tries to avoid looking at Jimin’s eyes. If he does, there’s a high possibility that he will drown. “I was kinda wondering if, um…”
Jimin smiles at him, silently encouraging him to speak out his thoughts.
“Okay, you see, I’ve always thought that you’re cu—“ and then the most embarrassing moment happened to Yoongi’s 20 years of living. It shall be part of the greatest human embarrassment in history and he swears to himself that he will never tell this to anyone. Ever.
The door he was leaning on suddenly opened, causing Yoongi to fall to the other side and oh god, so much for being the coolest kid in school. I’m never going to lean on doors again holy fuck. This is so fucking embarrassing. Jimin probably thinks I’m so lame. Oh god. Namjoon isn’t going to shut up about this, I’m never telling a soul fucking hell.
While Yoongi is having his inner turmoil, Jimin is busy scolding his friend that caused the incident. “Taehyung, stop laughing and say sorry to Yoongi-hyung.”
“Okay, okay,” Taehyung wipes the tears in his eyes and goes to face Yoongi only to find him gone. “Uh, where did he go?”
12:30 PM
Yoongi skipped the next classes and can now be seen in a very secluded corner of the cafeteria. He’s having second thoughts of going into hiding. If he does then he’ll be able to get away from all the losers trying to ruin his reputation (ie. Taehyung) but then again, if he hides, he will never be able to see Jimin unless he manages to take him away with him.
That would be the life; he and Jimin in an isolated island, feeding each other fruits and tending to their goats. That is the dream worth living.
He stops his daydreaming when he sees Namjoon walking towards his table. “So what’s got you sulking? I can see your crying heart from miles away,” he says as he sits beside his friend.
“Stop being dramatic.”
“Says the guy who fell down on his ass and proceeds to run away like a hormonal teenager.” Yoongi gives his friend a scandalized face. “It’s high school. News travels fast.”
“Fucking knew it. I really do have to go into hiding. But first I need to tell Jimin I like him and then we’ll run away together and live in a deserted island. Maybe we can even kidnap some orphans so we’ll have children and then I’ll propose and we’ll get married and then we’ll…”
Namjoon tunes his friend out so he could focus on eating his hamburger. He loves Yoongi very much and will do anything for him but he knows when to admit when his friend is being a drama queen. He then spots Jimin sitting with his friends and nudges Yoongi to point out his crush’s direction.
“I had this plan that I’ll confess to him and then we’d have lunch together and be the gross couple that everyone always sees in romcoms,” Yoongi looks like he’s about to cry so Namjoon awkwardly pats his back to comfort him.
Yoongi, of course, isn’t going to cry about this. He is a man who can take care of himself and will not let boys hurt him, especially boys who have shiny, fluffy hair that you want to bury your hands on and a face that’s been blessed by the gods and an ass to kill for and a personality that can even beat the holiest of angels.
He continues to stare at the boy who sits ten feet away from him and other than Taehyung who always finds a way to cling on him (Yoongi will one day find a way to end this kid), Yoongi notices another boy who has Jimin’s full attention.
“Who’s the fetus?” he asks Namjoon who was now busy reading a book.
Namjoon doesn’t look up to see who it is but still answers. “If it’s the one who’s cute and looks like a bunny, then that’s Jeon Jeongguk. He’s a freshman, and please don’t get any ideas. He can still beat you up.”
“Uh, no, he can’t. He looks like a baby. And did you just say he’s cute? What?”
Namjoon ignores the question. “And like with dogs, babies make you cry because they make your heart hurt.”
That was one time, okay? His niece is really cute and deserves all the love and one day he’s going to have a child as cute as her with Jimin. Yoongi glares at his friend. “Shut up. And answer my question; do you have a crush on the baby?”
It isn’t obvious but Yoongi can clearly that there’s a hint of pink on Namjoon’s cheeks. “I don’t, it’s just that yesterday he came up to me and said that he admires me because he heard one of my mixtapes and thinks it’s cool.”
Yoongi pokes his friend’s dimple. “Aw, aren’t you two cute? So he’s not an enemy then.”
He goes back to staring at his own crush only to find the other looking at him. He immediately glances down because Min Yoongi is a loser. “Shit, is he still staring?”
“Who? Jeongguk?”
“No! Stop thinking about your crush, Namjoon. I meant Jimin.”
“Jeongguk is, again, not my crush, but your crush is about to head this way. Good luck, buddy,” Namjoon then leaves him to die alone.
“Joonie! What the fuck, where are you going? Friendship ov—Oh hey, Jimin,” Yoongi forgets he has a friend and puts on his best gummy smile. His mom said his smile is the best so he hopes it works on Jimin.
Jimin smiles back as he sits in front of him. “Hi, hyung! I just came over to say sorry on behalf of Tae. He’d do it but he’s a bit scared of you. Although I don’t really know why he’d be scared ‘cause I think you’re actually a huge fluffball.”
Yoongi knows he’s blushing so hard judging by how Jimin giggles at him. “I-I don’t really mind if people think I’m scary. I know I have a reputation here so I don’t really care about what people thinks.”
“You really are amazing, hyung. This is why I like you so much, you go at your own pace and you don’t give any fucks about others.”
Jimin saying fuck made Yoongi feel some things that he will surely explore later in the confines of his bedroom. But for now, his mind is stuck on the words ‘I like you’ that Jimin just uttered and it gives Yoongi a flicker of hope. He manages to get a boost of confidence so he says back, “I like you too, Jimin.”
Yoongi’s heart starts beating fast again and he feels sweat come out from every pore of his body as he waits for Jimin’s response which he hopes is good and not a rejection. Fuck, he might cry if it’s a rejection.
There was a beat of silence and Yoongi thinks he’s about to puke. Jimin seems taken aback but then he smiles the most beautiful smile that made Yoongi weak. “Thank you, hyung. I actually thought you find me annoying ‘cause you know how it is in the movies where the bad boys hate the goody two shoes president, but then again you’re unique so fuck stereotypes, right?” he finishes off with a laugh and Yoongi is confused. “I’m going back to my friends now. It’s nice talking to you, hyung, and please attend class later. See you!”
Jimin walks away and Yoongi wonders what happened.
4:30 PM
Classes have finally ended but Yoongi doesn’t leave yet because this might be his last chance to convey his feelings. He wasn’t able to do it in between classes because Jimin was always surrounded by people, and Yoongi will one day make sure that he’ll be part of that circle but instead of being a friend, he will be known as Park Jimin’s boyfriend.
He sees Jimin about to walk out of the door but before he does, Yoongi leads his feet to Jimin and taps him on the shoulder.
“Jimin-ah,” he calls out. “Are you going home now?”
Jimin shakes his head. “I have a council meeting to go to. What about you, hyung, you’re not going home yet?”
“I will, but I need to tell you something. Do you still have time?”
Jimin checks his watch and frowns. “Not really. But will it take too long?”
Saying ‘I like you, can I take you out on a date’ isn’t really that long but the answer for that will most likely take a bit of time, especially since Jimin has to think about it unless he already likes Yoongi back and would reply an immediate ‘yes’. If Yoongi says it right now, Jimin might be troubled later in their meeting.
Yoongi internally sighs. He’s tired and his confidence has dropped because school sucks. “I’ll just wait after your meeting.”
“Really? I don’t know how long the meeting will be so are you sure?”
Yoongi gives a tiny nod. “Yeah, I guess I’ll do… some studying? While I wait?”
Jimin takes a good look on his face to make sure he’s feeling alright. “The thing you wanna talk about, is it really important?”
He shrugs because yes, it’s important to him but he doesn’t know if it will be the same way with Jimin. “C’mon, let me walk you to your meeting.”
They say nothing after that, not because things were awkward but because the meeting was literally in the next room. Jimin goes inside while Yoongi sits on the floor outside to wait.
He looks like an actual loser now, waiting for something good to happen. He wants to sleep while he waits but his nerves are a mess, making him awake as ever. Maybe he’ll just practice his speech, because yes, how lame can he even get?
He goes to the bathroom and locks the door because no way is he letting anyone see him making a fool out of himself. He faces the mirror and sees how ugly he looks right now; his face is oily, his lips are dry, and his hair is a mess. He no longer looks like the hot mess he was in the morning, now he’s just an ugly, messy, greasy guy.
He washes himself up, puts on a bit of lip balm, and fixes his hair to look sexy. He still thinks he doesn’t deserve to stand beside Jimin, who is an ethereal being that’s been crafted by the most heavenly of gods, but no one else really deserves it so Yoongi will have to do.
He puts on his best seductive face and cringes. “Fucking hell, why is this so hard? ‘So Jimin, I’ve liked you since you’ve first walked into school and looking at you from afar was okay, I even failed senior year twice so I could get close to you, but just looking at you isn’t okay anymore so can we be boyfriends?’” Yoongi physically shivers. “God, that sounds so stalkerish. Wait, am I a stalker? I am, aren’t I?”
He gets his phone to dial up a friend’s number, not Namjoon because he’s a little bitch who will say yes, he’s a stalker. The other side picks up and Yoongi blurts out his question, “Am I a stalker?”
“Yes, yes you are,” Hoseok answers, who is clearly not Seokjin, the one Yoongi called.
“What the fuck? You’re not the one I called. Go away.”
“Aw, why wouldn’t you call me?”
“’Cause you’re a lil bitch, too.”
“You love me.”
Yoongi groans. He forgot that all his friends are annoying, even Seokjin, but he’s at least more decent than them and easier to talk to. “Give the phone to Jin-hyung. Adults need to talk, kid.”
“Says the one who’s still in high school.”
“I swear if you don’t give the phone to hyung I’ll—“
A slight commotion happens on the other line and finally Seokjin answers. “Yoongi, hello! So what’s this about?”
Yoongi’s mind goes back to the problem and he’s sad again. “Am I a stalker, hyung?”
“Is this about the person you like? The one you failed your academics for? Well, I think that’s a bit much but not really stalker material? Unless you follow him around and steal his underwear.”
Yoongi shakes his head so fast because he will never do that sort of stupid thing, but then realizes Seokjin can’t see him. “I don’t do that. I just like looking at his face ‘cause he’s pretty.”
“And that’s okay. It might seem creepy to some people but I’m sure he’ll say something about it if he thinks that way. Why are you asking this, though? Did something happen?”
“Nah, I’m just planning to confess. What should I say? I told him ‘I like you’ awhile ago but I don’t think he got it,” Yoongi is still wondering about that moment at lunch. He doesn’t know if he should take that as a rejection or just Jimin being oblivious.
“Um, just tell him you like him and you wanna go on a date with him? I don’t really know, I haven’t done anything like that but don’t they always say simplicity is the best?” Seokjin is very popular and has been confessed to everyday in his high school life, that is until Hoseok put a stop to them by kissing Seokjin in front of the whole school and declaring each other as boyfriends. That was an incident that went down in their school’s history. If only Yoongi is that brave.
“Is Hoseok still there?” Maybe he’s the one Yoongi should be asking about confessions and stuff.
“Yep, but he said you should write a song. You sure you want advice from him?”
On second thought, maybe not. “Yeah, no, maybe someday I’ll write a song for Jimin when we’re finally together, but for now, no. And thanks, hyung, I’ll see you.” Yoongi hangs up and checks the time. It’s only been half an hour but he feels like it’s been hours.
He still doesn’t know what to do other than just being upfront with his feelings but screw it, what matters is after this all his pent up frustrations will be let out and he’ll finally be at peace. He hopes so.
He doesn’t do any practicing anymore and heads out of the bathroom to go back to check on Jimin. He takes a peek on the tiny window on the classroom’s door and sees no one inside. “Is it-is it done? What? Where’s Jimin?” He looks at his watch again to see if it’s really been only thirty minutes and it is. His watch isn’t broken either. Can meetings even be only thirty minutes? He thought they’d take hours and hours.
But Jimin, though, did he really leave already? Is Yoongi that unimportant that he would just leave immediately? Maybe the thing that happened at lunch was really a rejection and Jimin is too nice to outright say it to Yoongi.
The thoughts in his head are making him sad now so he’s just going to go home.
9:00 PM
Yoongi is at a convenience store buying some ice cream. It’s a weekend tomorrow so tonight is the perfect time to watch sad movies while he eats delicious ice cream. This may sound like he’s acting like one of those main characters who cry about their broken hearts but Yoongi genuinely wants to eat ice cream and his type of movies has always been the sad ones. This definitely has nothing to do with his heart being crushed into pieces.
He’s probably just being dramatic. Maybe Jimin truly didn’t understand what he meant earlier. But whatever, it has already passed and now is the time to move on, and that is by hiding in his room with the lights closed while he cries over the gay movie version of Romeo and Juliet.
He goes to the cashier only to spot the reason why he’ll be eating ice cream later and said reason sees him too when he turns around. “Hyung!” Jimin runs to Yoongi with a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you’re okay! The meeting finished really early but I didn’t see you outside the room so I went looking for you at the library because you said you’d be studying but you weren’t there either. You were suddenly gone so I thought something might have happened to you.”
Yoongi feels dizzy. Jimin is only wearing a hoodie and sweatpants but it makes Yoongi feel things. He’s only seen Jimin in a uniform so this in front of him is a rare sight, and there is a possibility that he may never see it again so he takes it all in. But he’s also confused because didn’t Jimin go home early?
“I was at the bathroom?”
“For half an hour?”
“My stomach was really upset.”
Jimin then pats Yoongi’s stomach and Yoongi wants death. “Aw, poor baby. But I guess you’re okay now since you know…” he eyes the tub of ice cream on Yoongi’s hands.
Yoongi gets shy and drops the tub on cashier’s counter. The cashier beeps it and Yoongi pays and asks for two spoons. He goes back to Jimin and gives him the other spoon. Yoongi has no idea what’s happening now but he’s just going to let things flow. “Do you want some?”
“We’re eating this now?”
“Yeah, why not? Don’t you want it?”
“Sure, okay.”
They go outside to sit on one of the tables as they dig in to their ice cream. Silence hits them and Yoongi knows he should say something but he’s sort of given up. Why is he even trying on asking Jimin out when there are more better people for him? People who are nice and aren’t lame and doesn’t fail their studies.
“Um, hyung,” Yoongi looks up to see Jimin staring directly at him and he feels like Jimin knows something he shouldn’t. If it’s about his crush then Yoongi is going to bolt. “You were trying to tell me something all day, right? Is it, um,” Jimin is blushing and Yoongi is confused because shouldn’t it be him who’s supposed to be getting all shy and nervous? “Is it because you found out that I’ve been listening to your songs? Because I’m so sorry! Kookie discovered Namjoon-hyung’s soundcloud account and he saw yours too and he knows I have a huge crush on you so he gave it to me and it’s so good, I can’t stop listening to your songs but my favorite one is the one where you curse a lot ‘cause it’s really hot but I really love them all and I really love y—“ Jimin suddenly covers his mouth to stop himself from talking. It’s already dark but Yoongi can still see how red his face is and Jimin can probably see how red he is too.
Because holy fuck.
Sure, his soundcloud is a secret but he also doesn’t mind if people finds it but the matter at hand is Jimin’s crush on Yoongi which is very unbelievable. “D-did you just say…?”
“That I like your songs? Yes! That’s the only the thing I said,” Jimin says as he continues to hide his whole face in his tiny hands.
“So my crush being reciprocated is just a hallucination? I’m very confused right now.”
Jimin moves a finger to take a peek on Yoongi’s face. “Your what?”
Yoongi gets flustered and proceeds to eat spoonfuls of ice cream and gives himself a brain freeze.
Jimin drops his hands from his face and takes a deep breath. “Okay, so we are both confused and need to explain. I will start first because I need to let this out before I die. So okay. Hyung. I think you’re cool. The way you present yourself to others is cool. You don’t give any shits about others. You do what you want. Your music is amazing. There’s this track where you just talk. It was beautiful. Your speaking voice is beautiful. It helps me sleep at night. I find all of these admirable and I like you so much for them but there’s still more about you that I like but it’s hard to say them all ‘cause I. Am. Literally. Dying right now. Please say something, hyung.”
Yoongi takes all the information in, making his brain freeze worse, and he still wants to run away because this still feels surreal, but Jimin looks like he’s about to cry and that is a big no in Yoongi’s books. Crying Jimin should only be happening when they’re in bed, doing things not appropriate for children.
Yoongi closes his eyes, inhales, exhales, opens them again, and looks straight at Jimin. “I want to say really nice things about you, too, but I’d be so uncool and I really wanna look cool in front of you so I just wanna say I like you a lot, too, and I want to go on a date with you. Hopefully tomorrow. And the next days. Yeah.”
“Yes,” Jimin replies without any hesitation. “To the date. Dates.”
They then sit quietly for awhile, staring at each other like they were lovesick fools, which they are. But the moment is broken when Jimin does a sudden jump from his seat. He takes out his phone from his back pocket and his eyes widen. “Oh shit, I forgot about my cousin.”
“Um, what?”
Jimin holds up a plastic bag with women’s pads in it that Yoongi totally didn’t see earlier because he was too busy ogling at Jimin. “I actually went here to buy these for my cousin but the sudden turn of events made me forget about it, hehe.” He stands up, ready to leave but then he stands in front of Yoongi, leans down and gives him a quick peck on the lips. “Tomorrow. Bye!” and he runs off with his face all red.
Yoongi puts his head down on the table and he continues to sit there because holy shit.