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Jimin chewed the end of his pencil thoughtfully.
What exactly is (x-y) on the second? And how do we break it down?
The boy ran his fingers through his blonde locks in frustration.
In the middle of March, Namjoon – referring to the importance of education – started to teach Jimin. Of course, he couldn’t go to school – at least for now – yet the doctor tutored him in his free time.
“It’s not a problem if you don’t know everything that a Korean student mugs seventy-eighty hours a week, practically for no use. It’s enough, if you are a little more familiar with these things” the other smiled at him, when the boy didn’t understand something for the first time and was in a bad mood all day because of it.
“A lot are only good at one thing. In my class, almost every girl is human-minded” agreed Taehyung, whose room they were in. The boy was working on one of his robots, so he practically had to beg his brother to hold his private class in that room.
Of course, Tae kept saying that he wouldn’t say a word, and let them study, but at times he chirped into the conversation. Which wouldn’t have been a problem, if Jimin had been able to concentrate on anything at all while being in the same room with the other. And Taehyung looked exceptionally good anyway, when he hid in a white coat for the sake of the mood, and pulled out his retro, thick-framed glasses to see the smaller pieces as well. When the boy immersed himself in something, he pressed the tip of his tongue between his teeth, which Jimin was unable to not pay attention to. Namjoon numerously had to pat the table-top with his pen to drag the boy back in reality, between the math equations and historical dates.
“And then look at me. If I have to read one more romantic novel for literature, I’ll rather be a private student. Why isn’t it enough if I understand real subjects? We’re talking about this year's future winner of the robotics competition, while I’m getting scolded because I don’t understand what a metaphor is? It’s all dumb.”
“Tae’s right, Chimmy” agreed Namjoon. “Although I like everything, I understand that many people only have one-sided interests. And they don’t even teach a lot of things in school that one can chose as their profession. Take Seokjin hyung. He’s a businessman, yet he likes to cook at his restaurant more than crouching over piles of paper. Despite that, he can be successful in both. But what’s important, that one should do something they truly love, not only what they have to do.”
“But without education it’s hard to find out what one wants” nodded Tae. “If we don’t learn detailed physics, I could barely connect a circuit in my robot even now.”
“That’s right. We’ll find something that interests you too, Chimmy” patted Namjoon the smaller boy’s back, who still wasn’t really convinced that it’s going to be better for him by knowing what pi is.
That time, Jimin was excited about one thing (besides Taehyung), and that was the piano class with Yoongi every morning. As the others were all busy in those hours, this space was eventually filled by the two boys together. The pianist gave lessons to the teen every day, who – despite all the hardships – quickly grew fond of the instrument. Although it had been only a few days ago that they started their shared program, Jimin began to like not only the piano, but also the pianist. Yoongi was good at explaining, and as temperamental as he thought in the past, the boy was in fact just as calm as he was explaining. He didn’t hit the ceiling when he had to tell the teen something many times, and he didn’t start to yell at him even if the boy hit the wrong notes. Moreover, he encouraged him. Yoongi said that it’s okay not to be a professional right away in something, it took him a lot of time and work to find the right sounds and get his fingers used to sledding on the keys.
Jimin bit his pencil harder. Right, it was already ten o’clock! The boy tossed the writing tool on the table, and not even shutting his notebook he ran to his bed to pick up a sheet music for elementary schoolers and marched over to the older boy’s room. He even slipped once on the carpeted stairs in his duck shaped slippers (of course Tae’s pick, he himself had a lion one).
When Jimin went to Yoongi, the boy was always working or sleeping in the dark room – it seemed like he didn’t do anything else at all. However, when the teen arrived, the pianist pulled apart one of the gray curtains in his room every time so that the spring sunshine could filter through the huge window, brightening the place. First, they usually discussed a few important things, then they also looked at what the boy remembers in practice, and after that they continued with the new stuff. At the end, Jimin practiced the same gestures over and over, until his fingers started to scream from pain.
“I played twelve hours a day at your age, don’t throw a tantrum after minutes” scolded him these times the older, without any real threat in his voice.
However, today was different.
Jimin, knowing that he was late, opened Yoongi’s room door more cautiously than he usually did. The room was dominated by twilight as usual; all the curtains hang in front of the windows. The monitors were turned off this time, and the pianist laid in the corner of the room curled up in a ball under the covers, simply looking like a heap of blankets on his bed.
The boy approached the other carefully, pressing his music book tightly to his chest.
When he reached the bed, he held his hand out doubtfully over the blanket for a moment, then finally touched the pile.
“Go away” said a hoarse, though not sleepy voice from under the material.
“But hyung, It’s ten, and-”
“I said go away” said the other more firmly, still not showing his face.
Jimin took an uncertain step back. What if Yoongi was sick? If something was wrong, and he hid just because of that? Other times he was always nice to him, at least since he started to teach him, so…
“Is everything alright, hyung?” He asked at last, in a thinned voice. For a moment, he wasn’t eve sure that the other heard him, when the end of the blanket slammed down, Yoongi sat up and threw the first pillow that got into his reach at the boy.
“Can’t you understand it if I say it nicely, idiot?! I said get out!” Shouted the boy, with a still hoarse voice. His face was red and puffy, his hydrogen-blonde hair sticking to his face. Despite it was already midday, Yoongi was still wearing his pajamas – although that wasn’t really unusual from the boy.
Jimin only had a few moments to take in the sight, before the next pillow crashed into him, this time on his face.
“Just go!” growled the pianist, and as Jimin saw the deadly glare, he finally returned from the shock and stumbled out of the room – not even noticing that his fingers holding the textbook almost entirely whitened from his grip.
The boy went back to his room, looking back from time to time, just to be sure. He stared at the door of the room from the inside for a while, still holding the doorknob, unable to decide whether to go downstairs, back to the elder or ask the others for help in the matter instead. Finally, Jimin locked the door, and sat down on his bed with trembling knees.
For a few seconds, he waited for his throbbing heart to calm down, then fished his phone out from his pocket. Of course, the pianist wouldn’t hurt him, or at least he wouldn’t think so, but… At this point, Jimin couldn’t be sure with anything that had to do with Min Yoongi. The boy was simply unpredictable, but then at the same time… Did he really freak out so much because he threw a few pillows at him, and looked at him badly?
Jimin shook his head. He just couldn’t be such a touch-me-not, right?
The boy looked at the phone again. If he would tell Jin, this whole thing might blow up at the end. The situation wasn’t that bad. Namjoon was at the hospital, at the last hours of his twenty-four-hour shift, he’s probably tired like hell… And what could he tell him anyway? Should he have asked if their cousin has unreasonable and random anger-issues…?
So, Taehyung remained the only one he could talk to about it.
Tae…? – he quickly sent the text before he could’ve regret it. The little icon immediately showed that the other read the message.
Is there a problem? o.o – This was a normal reaction from the boy, as they agreed to not speak as long as Taehyung was at school, only if it was urgent.
I’m just… I don’t know. Are you in class?
For like a minute, little dots showed that the other was typing.
Yes, but just say it. The teacher is talking about the French literature of the Romantic period, what practically means novels as long that only maybe three people was able to read in the world. *eyeroll* I was just daydreaming about what I’m going to eat for lunch when you texted. ^-^
Jimin smiled. It was so typical from the other.
I just wanted to ask… Is Yoongi having a bad day? – The boy bit on the corner of his lip nervously while waiting for the answer.
How could I know what day he has, lol :D
What did he do to you? Shout? Did he break something? He wasn’t that rude, right? :O
He only threw pillows at me and sent me out of his room, does this count rude from him?
What…? :@ That d*ck, don’t worry about him, just avoid him. Two hours and I’m home. He didn’t scare you that much, right?
Jimin thought about his heartbeat that was beating so fast like he’d done a sprint.
No, of course not :) – he wrote at last.
Then calm down… We’ll meet home <3
Jimin stared at the emoticon with widened eyes. Was that really… A heart there? The boy’s heartbeat started to fasten. But… Why?
The teen glared at the red mark until the screen darkened.
Come on, it was just a completely average emoji that could be sent… Maybe it was an accident, maybe Tae was texting like that with everyone.
They didn’t really speak on the phone, since they were together all the time, and if they did anyways it always ended with them meeting in real life and continued the topic where they left it. So, practically, Taehyung surely just… Sent the mark by reflex.
Jimin threw the phone farther from himself on the bed.
“Ah, hell knows” he sighed as he laid back and pressed his fingers on his closed eyes to process today’s events.
And it wasn’t even eleven o’clock. Midday.
The day could only continue to be more calmer than that.
Or at least, he hoped that it would.
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