Min Yoongi (13)

The break dragged on, dragging on, making him feel sick. Yoongi sat on the windowsill at the end of the hallway, where no one usually walked, lazily scrolling through his feed, but his eyes weren't catching the text. His thoughts were preoccupied with something else. More precisely, with one specific person, who, judging by the sound of footsteps, was now walking in his direction.

Jimin appeared from around the corner, disheveled, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and wearing that goofy smile that made Yoongi's stomach twist. He came close, too close for "just friends," and leaned his shoulder against the wall nearby.

"What are you hiding here for?" Jimin tilted his head to the side. "I've been looking all over for you."

Yoongi slowly looked up. Calm, almost sleepy. But there was something heavy, dark in his eyes.

— I’m not hiding. I’m thinking.

"About what?" Jimin smiled wider and lightly nudged him with his shoulder. This was familiar. These touches, these glances, these "accidental" touches of hands. All this shit that had been going on for months.

Yoongi closed his phone and put it in his pocket. He took a deep breath, as if about to jump into cold water.

"You know, Kisa," the voice is low, even, but with a hint of steel. "I'm fed up."

Jimin blinked, his smile fading slightly.

• In terms of?

"That's it," Yoongi pushed himself off the windowsill and straightened up. Now he was looking down at Jimin, and there was no usual softness in that gaze. "We're beating around the bush like two crazy people. You touch me, I touch you, but at the same time we're 'friends.' What the fuck is this?"

Jimin opened his mouth, but Yoongi didn't let him get a word in.

"I'm not stupid," he continued, more quietly, but that only made it scarier. "And you're not stupid. So why the hell are we pretending there's nothing between us?"

Jimin was silent. His lips were parted, his cheeks flushed. He looked at Yoongi as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"I want you, Kisa," he said directly, looking into my eyes. "Not as a friend. Not as some half-something. But for real. And if you tell me right now that it's mutual, I won't play these stupid games anymore."

Jimin swallowed.

"I'm waiting, Kisa. Either we finally stop being idiots, or I'm going home and not bringing this up again."