jazz ; yoonkook

five

but I can't fix him, can't make him better

the weather was nice. wasn't cloudy or raining, it wasn't even as cold as it had been. yoongi just wished he felt the same way. yoongi tried not to be too upset with the whole jungkook situation but it had been awhile since he had a crush and he didn't do well with rejection.

the short boy tried not to let it affect him and he prayed that the day would fly past him so he could spend time in his room alone.

it all felt dramatic really. it felt like he was two minutes away from adopting two cats and claiming his new status. which, if anyone asked, would be a lonely man with absolutely no chance at love!

yoongi always prided himself on not being like every other kid his age. always said he didn't need a relationship and to be honest he had never really wanted one. always said even if he did somehow manage to get in a relationship he wouldn't be torn about it.

so why did this feel so shitty?

of course, this only made him feel worse about his situation. how dramatic and cliche this all sounded. the beginning was excepted and cutesy, hell he even gagged thinking over just how cheesy it had been. then everything went to shit, also known as "my life is ending because a boy doesn't like me back!". if yoongi would have watched a movie about his week so far he'd give it one star. would go back to his friends and say he would not recommend watching it at all. would say it was too predictable and too cheesy.

but, sadly, this wasn't a movie. he couldn't go on some random movie website and give it was worst review he'd ever written. oh but he really wished he could. maybe it would help him forget about how sad he felt. or maybe he wouldn't feel so overdramatic because this, his life apparently, was way too cheesy and he was sure no high school love story was even this cliche.

so he went on his morning the way he usually would, or he tried at least. put on his jeans and the softest sweater he owned, which was a beige turtleneck that was a tad bit too big. still, he couldn't help but notice he was a lot slower. couldn't help but notice that after standing up for only maybe 5 minutes he just wanted to lay back in bed with his softest playlist playing.

too dramatic, too cheesy.

"hey yoon, you ready to go I've been honking for-" jin looked down at the boy laying on his stomach groaning into his couch pillow. thank god his mom gave me a key, jin thought, rolling his eyes.

"do you think my mom would let me adopt a cat?" yoongi's voice was muffled but jin could still make out his words.

"okay, first of all, no, she's allergic remember? second of all what's wrong with you? is this about jungkook?"

"no." yes

"come on yoongi! don't you remember what you said to hoseok when he got dumped? you literally said "don't worry about boys, you have me. I'll suck your dick, fuck him!" and then tried to give him a blowjob." jin tried to pull yoongi away for the couch.

"that was different hoseok didn't even really like him he was just trying to make someone jealous." yoongi said without realizing what he said.

"what? does hoseok have a secret crush?!"

"wow hyung how inconsiderate of you. I'm hurting and all you can think about is hoseok's secret crush." yoongi said quickly because the last thing he needs is hoseok murdering him for spilling his secrets.

"so he does have a secret crush!"

"hyung!"

"sorry sorry, look I know you liked jungkook, but hey maybe you guys just weren't right for each other. you're still young yoons, are you will gonna let some bunny-looking kid fuck up your day?" jin rubbed yoongi's back letting him lean against him.