Where you came from | m.yg

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When the school bell rings, signaling that it's the end of the day, I rush out of the school as if there's a hellfire behind me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Yoongi limping away alone.

Feeling curious, I attempt to discreetly make my way over to him. "Hey." I hiss.

Yoongi looks me at me, and smiles. Or, at least he tries to, as his face is so banged up that even attempting a small smile is probably difficult. "Ji Yeon!" He chirps, happily.

His right eye is swollen, and I wince when I see it.

Ouch, I think, that must've hurt a lot.

"What do you need?" Yoongi asks, looking at me expectantly.

"I wanted to ask you something?" I answer, my voice coming out like a question.

"Okay! What is it?"

"How come you didn't..." My voice falters. "How come you were smiling yesterday?" I restate my question. "W–when you were getting bea- bullied by Eun Ji?"

Yoongi shrugs. "Is it a bad thing to smile?" He asks.

"Well I..." I cut off my sentence with a new one: "Well how come you didn't fight back?"

"Hm, that?" Yoongi says, seeming inattentive. He shrugs again, dismissively. "Because you probably wouldn't want me to." Yoongi answers, leaving me more confused than before I had asked my question.

I nod, deciding not to question further on that. Well screw that I think.

I scowl, annoyed at myself for my inability to speak well. Yoongi must've mistaken my scowl for bitterness at him, because he looks uncomfortable, and announces, "I'll go now." Then he starts to walk away.

I put my hand on Yoongi's arm, gripping it tightly. "Wait!" I yell, way too excitedly.

Yoongi looks at me, then his arm, then back at me with widened eyes. "Um..."

Quickly, I release his arm, blushing from embarrassment. Oh god, I think, in disbelief. Ji Yeon, you're doing a lot of strange things today. Caring about Yoongi, and blushing, to top it off. I shake my head at my thoughts. Since I've already started, I might as well just continue. "A–are you o–okay?" I stumble over my words.

Yoongi stares at me, his eyes the size of saucers. He recovers from his initial shock after three seconds of intent staring at me. "Yes?" He answers, seeming indefinite.

I want to push further, but I decline my idea. "Okay." I say, and feeling my pride ruined enough, I speed walk quickly away from Yoongi. Fuckkkkkkkkk. I think, wishing that the last ten minutes hadn't occurred.

...

Great. I just wasted a wish.

...

Of course Yoongi still remembers the now nonexistent last ten minutes.

A/N: I haven't updated this ff in what? A week? Over a week? I'm so sorry for the slow updates on this ff. Truthfully, I'm on a writer's block rn. ㅠ_ㅠ