Jimin:

It's been almost a week since that Sunday. Almost a week since the best Sunday of my life. I felt like a lot had changed, not just between me and Jungkook, but just...me in general. I didn't feel as angry at the world anymore. It's like I don't have time anymore to think about my mess of a life because I'm too busy thinking about Jungkook.

I set down my backpack against the wall, the metal cans inside clanking together. It was a warm afternoon, and I couldn't stay inside a second longer, especially when Dad was in such a state today. I didn't really know where to go, so I came to the old abandoned arch where sometimes me and the gang would meet. I think it used to be a railway bridge or something but the only remains were two derelict walls of the under passage, crumbling over the years it hadn't been used. I kneel down on the rubble beneath me and unzip my backpack, pulling out the spray paint cans. I don't know why I brought them with me today, it had been ages since me and the gang ever tagged anything. But for some reason I just felt like spray painting today. Doing new things came with being happy I guess.

I shake the can in my hand and spray, looping the dark green trail along the brickwork, letting the stem twist and grow. I discard the can back into my backpack and rummage around for the pink. I run the spray across the wall in upwards motions, painting each petal as delicately as I could.

Using my arm to wipe the thin layer of sweat that had formed under this summer heat from my brow, I stand back to admire the work. The camellia flower grew up the wall, between the cracks and the dust, spilling a little colour onto the wall that used to be dull and plain. Just like the ones in Jungkook's home, I think as I can't help but smile a little. 

I pull out my phone, the tips of my fingers stained pink and green.

'Jiiimmmiiiiin!!' Someone calls behind me, almost making me drop my phone. I slide it into my back pocket and turn around to see Hobi bouncing up to me, Namjoon trailing behind.
Hobi swings an arm round my shoulder.

'We're warning you in advance, Yoongi's in a mood. You know how is he when he's mad...he's following behind but I'm just giving you a heads up before he gets here.'

Speaking of Yoongi, as though on cue we all turn to see him approaching us. He walks up to us along the wall, pocket knife in hand, dragging it across the brickwork so that it leaves a jagged carving behind. Me and the other members all exchange glances. He continues to drag the knife along the wall, heading for the flower I had just painted. I lunge myself forward in front of him, just in time to save it. He stops abruptly at my actions and stares at me coldly. Even though it was just Yoongi, my friend, even I felt a little intimidated by him today. What the hell was up with him? He let's out a frustrated sigh and flicks his knife away, stuffing it into his jacket pocket. He doesn't greet us, instead just leans on the wall without a word.

I could tell no one wanted to be the first to ask what was up. Namjoon and Hobi turn to me, Hobi titling his head not so subtly towards Yoongi and mouthing 'You do it!' to me. I roll my eyes, but if anyone was going to deal with Yoongi when he was in a bad mood, it would have to be me. The other members hadn't always been as close with Yoongi as I was, so it always came down to me when having to cheer him up or calm him down.

'Yoongz. What's up? You're pissed, we can tell.' I tell him. He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek and huffs.

'Me and Hana had an argument.' He speaks without much emotion at all, although I knew the reality was much different. Me, Hobi and Namjoon look at each other again, not knowing where to take this.

'Don't worry about it, whatever it is you'll get over it.' Hobi assures him.

'I don't know. I messed up big time.' he says, kicking at the rubble and rocks beneath his feet. 'If it wasn't for fucking Ilhoon messing everything up! Bastard!' He kicks at the rubble and rocks on the floor, sending them flying.

'What happened?' Namjoon bravely asks.

'Ilhoon - fucking Ilhoon from her English class kept flirting with her and what was I supposed to do? Sit back and watch?!'

'You didn't do anything stupid did you...?' I ask. Yoongi just rolls his eyes in response.

'I punched him. Good thing I did, he was asking for it.' He scuffs his boots along the rubble, and bends down to pick up one of the rocks, fiddling with it in his hand.

'Well no wonder Hana's mad, you can't just go around being jealous of every guy she talks to, she'll never end up liking you that way.' I tell him bluntly, but I instantly regret it, Namjoon and Hobi staring at me with wide eyes as though I had just signed my own death wish. Yoongi stares at me in shock for a second, and steps up to approach me.

'JIMIN!' A voice calls out, making Yoongi stop in his tracks. We all turn around to look at the voice's owner.

Jungkook:

I see the familiar flash of cherry red hair in the distance.

'JIMIN!' I call out, before realising he was with his gang. Agh you idiot Jungkook. Well I can't back out now, they've already seen me, and I'm already walking up to them. Maybe I could pretend I just received an emergency call from G-Dragon telling me I have to come on tour with him so I can hurry off in the other direction. Reluctantly I walk up to them, having no idea what to say. As if they don't think I'm weird enough anyway.

'Um hi...' I begin. Where is this going Jungkook... 'Um Jimin I was just wondering if you had the photos for the project so we could use them in school tomorrow?' I say, making anything up as I go along. Well done Jungkook you look like a weirdo. As Jimin was about to reply, Yoongi pipes up.

'What are you doing here? Does it look like Jimin wants to talk to you?' Yoongi snaps, looking me up and down. He plays with a rock in his hand, letting it tumble along his fingers before catching it. I turn to Jimin.
He has his head down, not daring to make eye contact with me.
Say something Jimin.

'Why are you here? Just piss off will you? Since when do you and Jimin even talk anyway? Leave.'

Again, I look to Jimin to say something. But nothing. I can see where I'm not wanted. Is he that embarrassed of me? I can't help but feel a little rejected, and I try not to tear up in front of his gang members.

'Whatever. Bye Jimin.' I say disappointedly, turning to walk away.

I walk a few steps back in the direction I came. OW what the -
I felt something hit my right shoulder. I look down and see it's the rock Yoongi was playing with just now. Did he just throw a rock at me? I look back. Was Jimin really going to do nothing!? Fine. I storm off.

Jimin:

I watched in shock as Jungkook walked away. What was Yoongi's problem?!

'What's up with that weirdo anyway?' Yoongi scoffed, watching as Jungkook walked away. 'Freak. I don't trust him since he saw us beat up Jaehyo.' I can't listen to his crap any longer. I'm about to snap.

'Leave it Yoongi.' I said sharply under my breath. I clench my fists, shaking, feeling as though my cheeks were on fire. 'You're just taking it out on him because you're upset over Hana. But back off will you?'

'Why are you defending Flower Boy all of a sudden, are you in love with him or something? You've never cared before. Why now?!'

'You know you're not normally like that Yoongi. No wonder she's mad at you, you just can't get over yourself. You don't have to be so angry at everyone all the time, you don't always have to act like the tough guy - what did Jungkook ever do to you?! Leave it okay?!'

'I'll take it out on whoever I want, and if that person so happens to be him then fine.'

'I SAID LEAVE IT!' I yelled, pushing him to the ground. I punch him but he manages to grab my jacket and throw me on the ground beside him. He gets on top of me and starts punching back. Hobi is shouting something next to us but I can't hear, all I can hear is a monotonous ringing. I push Yoongi off me, struggling to stay conscious. Agh, no wonder everyone says Yoongi is the best fighter. His punches hurt so bad. With my last energy I push him against the wall and punch him in the stomach. As I go to punch again, Hobi and Namjoon pull me off.

'What the hell are you guys doing?!' Hobi shouts. All that fills the silence is the sound of panting as we all recover our breath.

'Seriously, what's up with you two?!' Namjoon asks, clearly confused over what just happened.

Yoongi leans off the wall, not breaking eye contact with me as he speaks. 'Ask him. Maybe there's a reason he's so worried about Jungkook. Whatever it is I don't care. Go fuck yourself Jimin.' He pulls up his jacket back over his shoulder and walks off.

Fine. Leave. I turn to Hobi and Namjoon: '...I'm sorry, I think I need to go home.'

'Sure, go home and cool down okay? Whatever's happened between you two can be sorted out, go home Jimin. We'll talk to Yoongi.' Hobi says.

I stumble down the pavement towards home. My lip stings and as I reach up to touch it, and I see the blood that stains the crevices of my fingers when
I remove it. Screw Yoongi. How dare he talk about Jungkook like that. Ugh it just makes me so mad. Tomorrow was going to be awkward, since I see him often. And how was I going to explain my motive for punching him? How was I meant to hide my feelings for Jungkook when I had just made them so evident? Either way - tomorrow was not looking good.