Min Yoongi secret

Jimin sits on the couch, his legs tucked under him. The room is dimly lit—the light from the floor lamp and the flickering screen of his phone, which he's been idly scrolling through for hours. Outside, it's long since dark, the city is quiet, only the occasional rumble of a passing car. Jimin isn't waiting for anyone. His parents are gone, the apartment is empty and too quiet, and he's simply killing time, scrolling through his feed, not paying attention to what he sees on the screen. His thoughts are somewhere far away.

They're enemies with Yoongi. At least, that's what everyone at school thinks. Every day is the same: barbs in the cafeteria, pushes in the hallway, disdainful glances during recess. Yoongi bares his teeth, Jimin snaps, and no one around even suspects that behind this apparent hatred lies something completely different. What's hidden is something truly different, only carefully hidden from prying eyes. They're together. For a long time, quietly, without unnecessary words. It's just that no one should know.

It's their shared secret. Secret meetings after school when the city is quiet, long walks in the park where no one knows them, texting each other late at night when neither can sleep. They didn't discuss it, didn't make any promises out loud—but they didn't need to. It's all clear. They're together, and that's all that matters.

The knock on the door is sharp and unexpected. Jimin jumps, looking up from his phone. He's not expecting guests—no one, absolutely no one. For a moment, he considers not opening the door, but the knock comes again, more insistently. Jimin reluctantly rises from the couch, walks to the door, unlocks it, and pulls the handle.

Yoongi is standing at the threshold.

Jimin freezes. His first thought is that something is wrong. His second is that this man should be anywhere but here. His nemesis, the one he'd been arguing with all day at school, is standing at his door. And he looks terrible. His face is torn, there are cuts on his cheekbone and chin, his lip is split and swollen, and a dark bruise is spreading under his eye. His jacket is torn at the shoulder. He's covered in bruises and blood, and he's breathing heavily, as if he'd walked all the way across town.