29 – YG perspective
"I don't give a fuck about you and Yoongi." I snapped my head around to the voice and my eyes landed on Taehyung. What the hell was he doing? I was prepared to let it go when I realised that other people had heard it as well. I had to keep up appearances.
"Hey, nerd, what did you say about me?" I was expecting him to just apologise and let it go after he realised he'd made a mistake. That was not what happened. He stood up to face me.
"I said I don't give a fuck about you and Jimin." So he was playing that game. I just wanted to ignore him, to get Jimin and shut him up completely. But I couldn't. I had a reputation to uphold and, apparently, an audience to please. They were expecting a response and I gave them one. I stood.
"What the fuck are you even talking about, weirdo? I gave him a lift like once because I didn't want to talk to my dad. Anyway, I thought you were the one fucking him, don't drag me into this weird fucking triangle you've got with that random 1st grader." I saw the amusement in the eyes of the spectators and prepared to sit back down when Jimin spoke. I saw that his eyes were full of anger and pain and I silently tried to tell him that I didn't mean any of it, but he continued.
"Fuck off, Yoongi, leave him alone and leave Jungkook out of this, we all know you're soft for him anyway." There was no way I was losing. Jimin wanted to go. Then we would fucking go.
"Excuse me? You're seriously accusing me of being soft for that twink? He's a fucking lunatic! Just go back to your boyfriend and stop bringing me into your fucking mess of a three-way." Jimin stormed up to me and I had no idea what he was going to do. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He smiled and I was faintly afraid, but it was overwhelmed by anger.
"You told me to go to my boyfriend." He was really going there? The whole bus was silent and I smirked slightly. I shoved him away from me and he tripped backwards a few steps.
"Ew, in your dreams, fag." It hurt to call him names, but I didn't have a choice. "Why the fuck am I even part of this? I didn't do anything to you." Not entirely true. I mean, I literally just pushed him. He looked at me and I saw him fight with me to regain control.
"I know, you only made out with me twice, I'm being so unfair." He could have walked away. He could have dropped it and I would have apologised and it would have been fine. But he kept pushing me and he just didn't stop. Taehyung taunted,
"Step right up and see Min Yoongi in full-blown gay panic mode." Okay if they didn't stop someone was going to get hurt and I wasn't entirely sure it would be one of them. Jimin took a step forward and smiled maliciously.
"Come on, Yoongi, scared to admit you love me?" YES. Obviously, you prick. The bus slowed to a halt and my friends shoved me out of the way to get to the door. Great. Thanks, Jimin.
"You don't know what you've done," I said calmly and walked off the bus. I prayed that it had just been a dream. Jimin hadn't just outed me in front of nearly sixty people. That couldn't have happened. But it did.
The first lesson was hellish. People were staring at me and I stared back. Apparently, I still had some power left since it made them look away awkwardly. I needed to get out. The bell rang for the end of period 1 and the corridors filled with students. I stormed straight to Jimin's English classroom, the time to think having made me furious. He was chatting to Taehyung on the way to his next class not far from me. My vision blurred red. I barged through and grabbed him by the wrist, making sure to dig my nails into his skin.
He tried to protest and I didn't listen. People cleared a path for me to drag him through. I turned a corner sharply and felt him hit a wall. He cried out in pain and I smiled, remembering that teachers didn't care enough to monitor the hallways. I stopped and pushed him into the bathroom door. He fell against it and I gripped his shirt and pushed him into the bathroom. I turned to the people behind me.
"I swear to God, you let Taehyung in here and I will personally skin you," I told them and they nodded, terrified. I knew they would direct him somewhere else if he came looking for Jimin any time soon. I turned around and walked into the bathroom. Jimin was on the floor. His elbow was bleeding, his wrist was scratched and he was crying. I felt some hint of remorse, but I ignored it.
"You wanna fucking explain yourself?" I hissed and he angrily swiped at his eyes. He stood up, shaking.
"No! You first!" He was like a kid. I rolled my eyes.
"Me? I was acting, Jimin! Do you seriously think I meant any of what I said? I know that Jungkook likes Taehyung and, I'm not totally blind, I know that Taehyung likes him back. I didn't want to go there, but he pushed me. And I don't know what the hell you were thinking jumping in – you knew that you could ruin me and you didn't even fucking hesitate! You didn't show me mercy, so why the fuck should I show you any?" I felt tears escape my eyes and heard my voice crack as I yelled.
Jimin didn't speak and I suspected that he couldn't. I breathed heavily. "That's what I thought." I walked up to him and shoved him as hard as I could into the wall. He hit it with enough force to wind him completely and he fell to the ground sobbing and gasping in pain, trying to speak but failing. Then I realised what I'd done. I had really hurt him and I just wanted him to stop crying. Yeah, he fucked up, but I did too. Maybe not as bad but I still made a mistake.
I was crying a little bit more as I fell to my knees next to him. He tried to push me away but he didn't have the strength. I whispered, "I'm sorry, Jimin, I'm so sorry," and I kissed him gently. He looked up at me with red, streaming eyes before kissing me back. We were both a little bit broken by this and I just wanted to stay there holding him until he stopped crying.
From outside the door, I heard someone mutter, "Those fucking liars," before it slammed open and Taehyung strode angrily into the bathroom. Reluctantly, I let Jimin go and stood up. His hand found mine as he sniffled from the floor. I looked at Taehyung apologetically and he glared back. Before he could speak, I said,
"I'm sorry, Taehyung, I didn't mean any of what I said. I was just scared of being found out but I guess you did me a favour. And I'm sorry I keep doing this to Jimin. He doesn't deserve it." Taehyung walked up to me and slapped me hard in the face. Fairs.
"You're damn right he doesn't deserve it!" he shouted. Jimin pulled himself up beside me but I held him back. Taehyung looked at me in silence. My cheek stung painfully and but I didn't feel any anger towards him. Then he hugged me. "I'm sorry, Yoongi," I mumbled another apology and he let go. I caught sight of our reflections in the mirror and couldn't help but laugh.
"Jesus Christ, we're a bunch of hot messes." The other two looked over themselves and laughed as well. We took the time to clean ourselves up and, once I made thoroughly sure Jimin didn't need to go to the medical room for his elbow, we left for our respective classes.