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Heavy breathing and soft moans are all that can be heard in the empty classroom. Two figures up against the wall kissing and grinding against each other.
"F-fuck.. mm... wait. your boyfriend..." a voice would worriedly say.
"Shh its okay focus on me not him." another voice would reply back.
"A-ah..."
Lips on skin making galaxies and beautiful bruises on the other's neck, collarbones and chest. Soft, melodic whine pitched moans lingering the air. The aura of arousal and need, of hurried kisses and delicately placed hickeys.
"W-we're gonna be late..."
A hum of acknowledgement and hips moving faster against each other. Needing, wanting, to get off. Aching for skin on skin but having no time to do so. Hoping for intimacy but knowing they won't ever recieve any. Fleeting moments where they can pretend they're together. Words left unsaid with kisses meaning every word they'll never say. A kiss, leave him and come to me. Another kiss, I wish it was that simple. A sigh, it's alright. Another set of hickeys, the unspoken I love you's and you're gorgeous'. The bell rings with no acknowledgement, they'll be late. They share a long, meaningful kiss. I care deeply for you. I love you. I know. Of course. The shuffling to get their things and going to their respective classes. Walking in with tousled hair, swollen lips and lots of galaxies adorning their skin.
"Who were you with?" would ask a friend.
"No one you can talk to."
Its been weeks and he's still being asked who gave him all the bruises on his body, who made him so happy... but so broken. What could he say? Oh it was one of our friends, but its okay its not like it mattered anyways. It's not like he would ever amount to him. It wasn't in his place to ruin friendships and relationships. It wasnt right. It isnt right. Its not fair, he had nothing to do with it. Its not fair that he was there first, then all of a sudden sweet smiles and dark hair showed up. Its not fair that hes the one who has to suffer for something he had first. He was happy. He was content, but at what cost?
Staring at people around him, he takes slow breaths determined not to have a panic attack. It was bad enough that he was nearly on having one everytime he saw him, which was everyday. Everyone soon stopped asking him what was wrong, except Seokjin. Sweet, sweet Seokjin. Tall and broad, a mother figure in their group of friends. Always concerned for everyones well being. Always selfless and compassionate. It sickened Yoongi. He couldn't look at him in the face everytime he was asked if he was okay. He could barely speak with the lump in his throat, forcing down tears and faking a smile.
Its been a while since he's smiled a genuine smile. Its been a while since he felt real happiness, without the empty aftermath. Its been a while since hes been cornered by Jimin. Jimin who's happy with his boyfriend, Jungkook. The boy who took away his first love, the one who unintentionally tore out his heart and ate it in front of him. The boy who doesn't know what his boyfriend was up to. What his boyfriend did to his hyung.
Yoongi cleared his throat trying to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth, but in doing so he gained the attention of his friends. Waving them off, he refocused his attention on the textbook he's supposed to be studying from. He can't focus at all, not with Jimin and Jungkook. Not with memories of weeks ago still fresh in his memory. Not when Jungkook is on Jimins lap. Not when Jimin has his mouth on Jungkook, when his mouth was on Yoongi weeks before. Yoongi closes his book with a lot of force and abruptly stands up.
"Yoongi?" Seokjin asks quietly.
"I'm," he clears his throat, trying to force his tears down, "I'm going somewhere else... I... I cant focus."
"Oh, do you want me to come with you?"
He shakes his head looking to the ceiling, he feels Jimin's eyes on him. He needs to get out now, or else he'll start crying right there, and he doesn't need that. He doesn't want questions bombarding him. He wants Jimin to stop staring at him. He doesnt notice when his breathing gets slightly quicker, doesn't notice that Seokjin has been talking to him. Not until Jimin's voice cuts through the air.
"Hyung are you okay?"
Just like that, Seokjin stops talking and everyone stares at Yoongi. Yoongi's breath gets caught in his throat not enjoying the sudden attention.
"Hyung?" Jimin asks again.
He musters enough strength to turn and walk away as fast as possible, tears starting to stream down his face. He reaches his dorm when he breaks down and starts crying harder, dropping his things on the floor. His mind is flashing images of when Jimin was just his, a secret they never told anyone. It was thrilling and exciting, it made him happy. Now it makes him sad and regretful. It makes him want to scream, so he does. He screams so loud that it reverberates through his dorm, and his voice cracks. Just like that, its like a dam of emotions broke and he starts screaming more. Tears start streaming down his face at a faster rate, he starts throwing things and tearing things apart. Never in his life had he ever felt as broken as he was now. Never has he delt with a breakup like this. It hurt. It hurt so damn much.
It takes three days for Seokjin to hunt Yoongi down in his dorm. Its been three days since Yoongi's breakdown, and he's had no motivation to go anywhere, to do anything, to eat or shower. He's only gotten up to go to the bathroom and to grab more blankets. He's been ignoring calls and texts from everyone, he watches as they call and as his phone rings, as the call goes to voicemail. He only has a vague thought that he needs to pick up, but his brain wont function. It wont listen. It never does.
He faintly registers his door opening from under his many, many blankets. He hears Seokjin gasps lightly and step over his mess. He hears Seokjin call out for him, and he hears himself make an uncommital noise of acknowledgement. He counts Seokjin's footsteps to his room and to his bed. He can feel Seokjin pull off his blankets, and suddenly he can see the daylight streaming through his windows. He squints at Seokjin and tries to say something, but the older holds up his hand. He watches Seokjin take in his state and sigh softly.
"Yoongi, what happened?"
Yoongi registers himself saying that he was fine, and Seokjin's disbelieving face as he waited for a real answer.
"I'm just overreacting." Yoongi croaks out.
That seems to break Seokjin out of his shock, "Overreacting? Yoongi, really? Over-fucking-reacting?! You've trashed your dorm, I haven't seen you in DAYS. Everyone's been asking for you, because everytime we call or text you, you never answer! Don't bullshit me and tell me the truth!"
Yoongi recoils from Seokjin, and a fresh wave of tears come to him, and he starts crying hard, right in front of Seokjin. Seokjin's facial expression goes from angry to concerned, as soon as he sees tears. He sits next to Yoongi and pulls him onto his lap. He rocks Yoongi softly and lets him cry it out. He stays with Yoongi until he stops crying. He stays when Yoongi tells him that everything is okay again. He stays with Yoongi, when he tells him to leave. He cleans up Yoongi's dorm and stays when it's all clean. He cooks Yoongi food and stays when he's eaten it all. He stays when Yoongi takes a shower. He changes Yoongi's bedsheets, and stays when Yoongi's back in bed. He turns to leave, but hears Yoongi whisper stay, and he does. He stays.