FOREIGN | MYG + PJM

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T W E N T Y  O N E

yoongi sighed as he pulled his boots off and cast them aside in his room. immediately after he locked the door behind him and leaned back against it, the wood of the door feeling stiff against his back and blocking out the yells of his grandparents from downstairs.

a hand ran through his raven colored locks as a thin sheen of sweat began to form on his forehead and a pain grew more evident on the side of his waist below his ribs.

he slipped into the bathroom connected to his space and closed the door. a piercing gaze met his as he looked at the silver tinted mirror. it was dark and almost malicious as it glared back at him. his eye which had been wounded began to heal quickly. the swelling had receded.

one hand raised his sweater up only to reveal a fresh, new purple hue dancing on his body. the other hand brushed against it, sending waves of pain throughout the rest of his abdomen. it surged through him as he winced with distaste.

it looked as if he had just eaten something bitter as if his brows furrowed at the uncomfortable rush of pain and his eyes closed shut.

he peeled the shirt of his body and then the rest of his garments after turning the shower on. the water was cool since he hadn't given it a chance to warm up before hopping in. he took a glance at his previously bruised knuckles which had begun to heal.

his black hair flattened out against the rush of cold water against it. he hung his head low, a drop of water dripping from his floppy bangs every other second and down the drain into who knows where. heat grew throughout as his body as the water grew warmer too.

and then before he knew it, tap water wasn't the only thing running down his face. the taste of salt fell into his mouth growing more prominent by the second. his throat swelled and his eyes closed shut soon after.

it felt as if everything was crashing down. it felt as if it was for no reason after all. maybe yoongi was too sensitive and that's why he was crying over being hit once again even though it had happened many times before. or maybe yoongi couldn't help but think that the person he was infatuated with was lying to him, making something up as to not go out with him.

the boy had decided his anxiety had been clouding his judgment but he couldn't help but think the worst.

jimin is at dance practice.

jimin is at dance practice.

jimin is at dance practice.

it took yoongi three tries to convince himself that jimin is not lying to him. besides, why would he? his mind didn't want to believe him but every other fiber of his being disagreed.

he'd rather be doing anything than sobbing in the shower. it sounded so pathetic to him; one of the most popular boys in school crying for no reason.

yoongi stormed out of the shower and then threw on something simple to wear, not bothering to dry his hair before he raced down the stairs past his grandparents. he collected his keys. he didn't care if his sopping wet locks mixed with freezing temperatures would get him sick, yoongi just and wanted out of his hell hole.

immediately after entering the car he slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

one more time, and then twice.