Tears | Yoonmin

~* Eight - Trash *~

Yoongi's POV (a few weeks later)

I struggled for breathe as everyone laughed hysterically around me.

"Jin Hyung is on a roll!" Tae yelled, almost crying with laughter. Jimin and I had actual tears streaming down our cheeks. I wiped my tears away and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Jimin asked.

I held up my trash. "Trash."

Jimin nodded as I walked off. When I got there, three boys were huddled around the trash can.

"Excuse me," I said.

"What?"

I rolled my eyes. "I just want to throw away my trash."

"How dare you speak to us after you got your little boy toy to beat me up!"

"Look, I'm not trying to start anything."

"Oooo, he's a little coward. Are you gonna run home to your mommy and daddy and tell them 'boo hoo, I got buwied today'. Oh wait. That's right. You. Don't. Have any." He put accent on each new word.

I tried to fight back the tears, but they came anyway. I threw all I had in my hand at his face and started sprinting out of the cafeteria.

"Yoongi!" Jimin called as he grabbed my hand. For the split second I looked at him, my eyes widened. His eyes were filled with tears. I could tell he saw it too. I let go of his hand and kept running.