Seeing Red || yoonmin

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"Jimin. Boy. What are you doing." Namjoon stared down at the boy who was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, who seemed to be applying some makeup on.

"I'm trying to look pretty enough to kill." Jimin smiled as he applied a little bit of red eye shadow lightly at the outer corner of his eyes with his finger.

"Oh~?" Namjoon smirked as he watched the boy. "Must be a really important date, huh?"

"It really is. I want them to see how pretty their blood looks on me." Jimin giggled as he applied a little eyeliner to accentuate his eyes to look more feminine.

"Hmm. You actually look a little like a girl right now." Namjoon rubbed his chin before squinting at Jimin's face in the mirror.

"Really?!" Jimin looked up excitedly at him with his eyes seeming to sparkle. "Do you think Yoongi will fuck me now?!" He wiggled his fingers in delight as he blushed a little.

"Why do you ask me such questions." Namjoon sighed as he walked away. "Just don't make a complete mess and tell Jungkook to clean up after you."

"Okay~!" Jimin chimed as he applied a peachy lip tint to his pouty lips before looking up at the clock which turned 2:30pm.

"Ahh~ I'm gonna be late!" Jimin gasped as he quickly grabbed his pouch and skipped for the cabin door.

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Yoongi felt uneasy today.

Not because of his black eye that seemed to be crushing his deteriorating confidence, but there was a gut-stabbing feeling that was bothering him since he entered college that morning.

He avoided everyone's usual stares, keeping his head down as he went to his locker and took out his notebooks full of work and paragraphs of random poems and lyrics he had done on his lunch breaks.

As he turned around, his notebooks got slapped out of his hand and he was instantly faced with the man who crushed his heart and two lackeys.

"Hi weepy loser." Nolan smirked.

Yoongi gulped as he started to shake a little in fear as he backed up against the locker as the three mains of the baseball team closed in on him. Everyone walking past quickly, trying not to make this their buisness.

"How's that black eye treating ya?" He chuckled as he pushed Yoongi into the locker, making Yoongi whimper slightly.

"P-please st-stop." Yoongi softly whimpered as he avoided their intense gazes. The boys bursted into a fit of laughter.

"Pleeease stooop~" one of them mocked in an idiotic way.

"God, he's so pathetic. Waste of space."

"Yah~" Nolan sighed loudly. "My dad keeps bitching at me for my weak ass studies and I'm tired of his shit. I'm so pent up with frustation." He tutted before smirking at Yoongi.

"Hey Yoongi." He grabbed the helpless boy by his hair who whimpered slightly. "I'm so damn frustrated. Be a good boy and be my punching bag?"

He yanked Yoongi by the hair as he started to walk, getting a few pained whimpers from Yoongi who could do nothing but be forced to follow.

"Nolan. We have practice in 10 minutes."

"Shut up! I know." Nolan hissed at his main pitcher, before grasping Yoongi's hair tightly. "Hurry the fuck up!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Yoongi whimpered continously, his voice trembling as he cried.

As they turned the corner, they didn't realised they were all being silently watched and followed.