Jimin:

I walk into school the next day, head down, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. I haven't slept well, mostly because of my mentality that the later I fall asleep, the later tomorrow comes. It never works though. Unfortunately, you can't postpone tomorrow no matter how hard you try.

I enter the classroom and look up. You know those moments when you make eye contact with literally the ONLY person you don't want to make eye contact with? I look at Jungkook, and his mouth falls. I know, I'm a mess.
My lip was cut and I had purple bruises along the side of my face. I hang my head and take my seat beside him, not saying anything. I can feel his eyes on me. God would you please stop looking?! Why don't you just take a picture and stare at that instead.

Jungkook:

He looks awful. I mean, he still looks good just...hurt. Blemished bruises mark his skin like he had been someone's punching bag and they were told 'don't hold back'. His bottom lip too, was cut, split along the side.

'Jimin...' I spoke softly. He didn't look up at me, just fumbled with his hands. Mr.Lee was speaking to the class about the project, and wasn't really paying attention to us, so I figured I could take this opportunity to speak to Jimin without anyone hearing us.

'What happened?' I ask. Still, he doesn't look up. 'Jimin was it Yoongi? Please tell me.'

'I just couldn't stand him anymore.' Jimin finally said, a slight crack in his voice. 'At first I let them say those things to you. I'm sorry. But I...I just didn't want them to think we were friends or...I wanted to keep up my reputation and...' His voice breaks up and he doesn't continue. I could almost swear he was tearing up, but I couldn't quite tell as his hair flopped in front of his eyes as he drooped his head.

'It's okay Jimi-'

'It's not!' He interrupts me, voice louder this time, causing Hana to turn around from the seat in front, curious as to what was going on behind her. She mouths to me 'You okay?' I nod in reply and she turns around.

'It's not, because I act as though I'm ashamed of you, and in some ways I was. But I realised how stupid that is and how stupid it is that I let image dictate my life.'

He paused, swallowing his words before continuing: 'When he threw that rock at you and insulted you, that was it, I couldn't hold myself back. We fought, as you can see. I don't know if I can go back to them right now.'

He really fought for me? Oh Jimin... Why did you let them mess up your beautiful face for me?!? He needs to start wearing one of those signs in galleries that states 'Do not touch the art' so Yoongi can get the message. Even the thought of someone laying a finger on him infuriated me.

'You don't have to be who your friends want you to be. They want you to be tough - who cares?'
I smile at Jimin and he smiles back.

'Jimin,' Mr Lee calls, 'Eyes on me please.'

Jimin:

The bell rings for lunch, and Jungkook walks off with Hana. I can't go to Yoongi for obvious reasons. And Hobi and Namjoon will be with him. I look around to see who else I could sit with. I see Taehyung in the corner. No way. Carrying on, I see Sena and go to sit with her instead.

'Hey.' I say, kinda shyly. I wasn't really used to initiating conversation. I take a seat next to her in the cafeteria, eyes gazing round in case Yoongi and co decide to show up.

'Hey,' she replies, moving her bag so
I could have more room. She looks at me, noticing my wreck of a face.
'Oh my God what happened to your face?!' Yep thank you for pointing it out.

'Yoongi's fist happened to my face.' I reply, beginning to eat my lunch.

'Oh wow...well I don't know what's going on, but Hobi asked me earlier if I'd seen you. He didn't tell me why he was looking for you but I thought I should let you know.'

'What?' I spat, half choking on my food.

'Yeah him and Namjoon and-'
She stops speaking. I turn around to see what she was staring at. Stood there behind me was Yoongi, Hobi and Namjoon.

'Hey Jimin,' Hobi spoke 'I think we need to talk about yesterday.'
I looked at Yoongi, who was looking down at the ground.

'Sure...' I replied. What was there to possibly talk about? I stood up.

'Let's go somewhere more private yeah?' Hobi tells me.

I turn round to say bye to Sena and walk out with them. The walk to find an empty classroom was silent.
It felt like an eternity. Once we found an empty room, we sat in. The door clicked close. I speak first.
'So, what is it? I don't have anything to say to you.'

'Jimin, cut the petty crap.' Yoongi began 'I'm honestly sorry for what happened yesterday. I don't know what your deal is with Flower Boy, but... I shouldn't have done what I did and if you want me to lay off, it's your call. I was out of order. I'll make sure to apologise to Jungkook.'

He leans in, lowering his voice a little as if people could hear us despite being in an empty room. 'I...I also said sorry to Hana...you were right. Jealousy makes people do stupid things even when they don't mean it.'

'Oh...t-that's good I guess. Did you apologise to Ilhoon?' I ask.

'I'm working on it, I guess it's for the best.' He sighs. I know how proud Yoongi is, so I admired him for trying to apologise to everyone.

'Jimin, we were wondering...why do you like Flower Boy so much? ...I mean when he first came here you used to make fun of him like we did. Why the change of heart?' Hobi interrupts. God my heart feels like it's going to burst.

'Yeah, I know I was out of line yesterday but sometimes you act like you're in love with the guy or something.' Yoongi adds to Hobi's comment. I feel like I was being interrogated on the spot, my hands shaking slightly. I stare blankly ahead. Is it that obvious? That's it, I've ruined everything, they'll never want to talk to me again. Just because I fought Yoongi over Jungkook. Ugh, stupid Jimin, stupid! I fake a laugh, horribly though.

'What? Just because I fought you over Flower Boy? Hahaha. You're insane. Really.' They all look at me as if I sounded like a crazy person. I probably did.

I let my stiff shoulders relax. I was tired of keeping it a secret now. If I hid it any longer it was only going to get worse. Well, here goes. I'm about to lose my friends forever. I sigh. 'So what? So what if I like him?! I like him. Okay?! Is that what you wanted to hear?...'

Hobi almost choked out of my sudden confession. He is the first to break the silence.

'Seriously? You're not joking? Jimin you're joking right?'
I shake my head.

'I'll be leaving. I'm pretty sure you won't want to be hanging round with me now right?' I snap, before sighing and standing up to start walking away. Before I can leave the room, Namjoon grabs my arm.

'Jimin, if you're being serious about this...none of us mind. We won't bother Jungkook anymore and if you want we won't tell anyone either.' I turn to look to look back.

'Sure we're okay with it! It just came as a shock that's all - you should have prepped me or something!' Hobi tells me laughing.

'...Really?' I ask.

'Really.' Namjoon reassures.

I look over at Yoongi, who hasn't spoken yet. 'Yoongi?' I say, waiting for his response.

'Wow Jimin, I'm...I'm shocked. I've known you since we were young...but I guess I never really thought about you liking anyone but girls...I'm sorry if you ever felt like you couldn't tell me.' He says. He flashes me a lopsided smile and hugs me, which is rare for him to do. I hug back, smiling so hard my cheeks started hurting.

_________________________

I couldn't of been happier. That day,
I run home from school, not even taking the bus. I'm not even in a rush to get home, I just have so much energy and happiness I have to let it out somehow. My happiness overload probably sickens my dad, who pesters me all night with 'What's wrong with you? Why are you so happy? It's putting me off my food.'

I feel content. Content that my friends accept me, content that Jungkook is finally safe from their harassment.
I call him up that night to tell him. Calling him was the best part of the day. I lay on my bed in the dark, pretending to be asleep so Dad doesn't catch me up. The only light comes from the orange street light outside, glowing through the glass of my bedroom window.

'Really? They know?! They're really okay with us? And they'll really leave me alone now?'
He quizzes me.

'Yes, yes and yes.' I answer.

'Too bad they weren't the only people who made fun of me from time to time. Unless you can tell Baek Minjo in my chemistry class to fuck off too.'

I laugh and stretch out my arm, placing it under my head, phone pressed closely to my ear.

I sigh. 'Ah Flower Boy... How could anyone want to pick on you...'

His voice hums through the line. 'I know right? How could anyone want to throw stones at such a masterpiece?!'

'Ah well,' I pause for a moment, listening to him breathing on the other side of the phone. 'The world is a messed up place Flower Boy. People throw rocks at things that shine.'

We talk long into the morning, until I stop hearing his voice and fall asleep.