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Wide skirts flaring as girls twirled to the ten cent jukebox music. Guys with greasy hair dancing with them, trying their hardest to woo the ladies. A small figure sat in a booth, a vibrant red, hunched over a thick novel, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. The waitress made her way towards his table, a large strawberry milkshake on the tray. Placing it down in front of him, she was disappointed to find that he didn’t even look up. Pushing her chest out, she leaned down, arching her back.
“So, whats your story?” Silence.
“Come on, you have to say something~” She tried her best at fluttering her eyelashes, yet it was to no avail. Silence. She sighed, standing up and crossing her arms.
“Prick.” She rolled her eyes, walking away, swaying her hips as a final attempt to grasp his attention.
“Hetero.” He mumbled under his breath. He grabbed the straw, popping into his mouth and taking a long sip. A tall boy clumsily sat down on the seat in front of him.
“Hey, sorry I’m late, Janice was confused about the homew-”
“Its fine.” Yoongi looked up, flashing a gummy smile to the boy.
“So hows the novel coming?” Namjoon asked, pulling out his textbooks and sprawling them across the diner’s table.
“Alright, I guess. Its a little odd, I suppose. I-” A slam on the table brought Yoongi out of his conversation, bringing his eyes up to those of Jungkook. “Hey, fag. What's up, reading some fucking gay book?” Jungkook’s friends laughed, Namjoon clearly flustered. Yoongi rolled his eyes, more than used to Jungkook’s obnoxious prensense by now.
“Are you done?” Yoongi propped his hand up onto the table, resting his cheek onto it. For a split second he saw Jungkook’s cheeks flare, but he quickly calmed himself, scoffing at Yoongi’s actions. “You wish. See you later, fag.” Namjoon watched over Yoongi’s shoulder as Jungkook and his friends sauntered off to dance with the girls in front of the jukebox. Namjoon sighed, hearts practically forming in his eyes.
“You do know that Jin’s a homophobe, right?” Yoongi ducked his head down, looking up at Namjoon from beneath his lashes. Namjoon shook himself.
“Uh, I, uh yeah. Of course I know that. He’s not that good looking anyway.” Namjoon looked down, a small frown covering his face, his cute little dimples nowhere to be found. “Joonie…” Yoongi reached out. Namjoon flinched away, not wanting to be touched.
“No. Its fine. I know it wouldn’t ever happen anyway. See you later Yoongi.” Namjoon grasped his backpack and threw it clumsily over his shoulder. Yoongi’s heart fell as he saw a few stray tears fall down Namjoon’s cheeks as he rushed out of the diner.
After finishing his milshake, Yoongi gathered his things, and began making his way to the door. He walked out, the cool autumn air turning his breath into tiny little clouds. Yoongi clutched his leather jacket around himself tighter, feeling the chill seep into his bones. “Hey fag!” Yoongi walked faster. “Whats the rush? We just wanna talk…”
Yoongi entered his house that night with bruises covering his arms and legs, his jaw swollen and uncomfortable. He walked towards the bathroom in search of alcohol to disinfect the wounds. His back seized as he heard a gasp from behind him. “Yoongi, what happened to you?” His mother grasped his cheeks, carefully avoiding the purpling bruise on his jawline. “Oh baby…” She took hold of his hand and led him into the kitchen.
“Here, sit down.” She pulled out a dining chair, rushing for the drawers to get the first aid kit. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Yoongi stayed silent, looking down towards his scuffed shoes. “It was those boys again, wasn’t it?” Yoongi turned his face away. His mom sighed, “I’m going to talk to Jungkook’s mom. He shouldn’t let you go through that. What ever happened to you two being friends?” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest as his mom brought the first aid kit over and placed it onto the table. Grabbing the rubbing alcohol and a small peice of gauze she started dressing the cuts on his arms and cheeks.
“He doesn’t care. He never cared, the second he got accepted on the football team he ditched me. He ignored me. He acted like I was nothing but grime on the bottom of his shoe.” Yoongi sniffed, a few tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry baby.” His mother held him close to her chest, letting him cry into her shoulder. After Yoongi calmed down his mom finished cleaning his wounds and sent him to bed.
“Tomorrow will be better, baby. You’re strong. You are better than these ignorant fools know. There will be a day when you rise above all of them, above this place. I believe in you, Yoongi. You will do great.” She kissed his forehead, turning off the light and closing the door as she left.
For the first night in a long time, Yoongi slept peacefully.
Wake up.
Get dressed.
Brush teeth and hair.
Leave.
Yoongi finished his morning routine quickly, grabbing his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder. He winced, his shoulder still sore from when he got thrown to the ground. He walked towards the door, throwing it open, his palm burning from where it had been brutally scraped against the pavement. His bangs were brushing against his cheeks as he began the walk to school, covering the swollen purple bruise surrounding his eye. He continues on, finally reaching the school.
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Shoving his backpack into his locker, her closed the door, startling to find Namjoon there with a worried expression on his face. “You didn’t call to apologize last ni- Oh my god.” Namjoon brought his hands up to Yoongi’s face, careful not to touch the large bruises. “What happened? I swear to god if it was Jeon’s crew I’ll-“
“It’s fine. I’m sorry I didn’t call last night.” Yoongi brought Namjoon into a hug, careful not to put his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon brought him out to arms length, looking directly into Yoongi’s eyes. “Yoongi. You don’t have to take this. You can always talk to me. There is nothing wrong with needing someone to talk too.” Yoongi nodded, giving Namjoon a final, small hug as he made his way to class.
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Yoongi sat down on the creakiest chair in the lab. Of course, the one day he needed absolutely no attention drawn to him, the universe decides to say fuck it. As soon as the teacher starts talking the chair creaks. The entire class looks in his direction. Some snicker, some roll their eyes, but one person in particular, decides to go the extra mile, “Nice job, faggot!” People laugh. Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Next time tell that to your brother, dumbass.” People only laugh harder at Jungkook’s mean expression. Jungkook glares at Yoongi, then turns around and huffs the rest of the period.
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“What’s up your ass?” Taehyung asked, looking up from his sandwich. “Yeah, you’re acting like a douche today.” Jimin helpfully supplied.
Taehyung nodded, agreeing, and turned to face Jungkook. Jungkook, knowing that his two friends are anything but relenting, gives in. Jimin gets up, getting into the lunch line.
“Fine. It’s that Yoongi kid. Who does he think he is? Fucking fag think he can disrespect me?” Taehyung and Jimin visibly back up, watching Jungkook get angrier. “I swear to god I’m going to kill hi-“
“Dude. Chill out. What did he do anyway?” Taehyung already knew that something was gonna happen to Yoongi. He felt bad.
Jungkook doesn’t answer. What a surprise.
“Apparently the Min kid finally fought back a little.” Jimin said, sitting down in the space across from Jungkook. Taehyung snorts, “Well its no surprise. He’s been a bitch to the dude ever since 7th grade.” Taehyung picks up his sandwich again, taking a large bite. “Oh, really? I thought it was because Jungkook’s parents got-“
“Enough. I don’t even want to think about him right now.” Taehyung and Jimin look at each other, and then back down at their meals.
“So anyway, what are you guys doing later?”