Yoongi's POV

I broke into a small chuckle after seeing Jimin running off madly to his class but once I couldn't see an angel in my sight anymore, my head started wandering off to why Chim said he wanted to meet today at lunch in the practice room.

"What does he want to tell me?" Yoongi curiously thought before deciding to make his way towards the school's entrance.

Knowing that he was already late for the first lesson but It's not like he cares anyway. It doesn't even matter if he gets good grades or not, his father won't be feeling a single bit of content even if he scores high.

After all, the son of Min's family life was already planned out for him.

The hallway was empty, all of the students are already in their classroom and the chilly wind swoosh past through the loose school's double door where Yoongi would frequently makes his escape from this boring 'hell' to the free world.

I sighed a little before walking into the class I'm supposed to be in and now, everyone's attention is on me but it wasn't that surprising as I was so used to getting those stares every day but maybe today is a little different.

Instantly, I notice some of the girls taking their phones out to probably take pictures of me and post them on the school's blog just like the usual but I did not pay attention to them for too long.

So I looked over to where my friends are seated but immediately regretted my decision as Jin was laughing like it may be the end of the world, Namjoon who is carelessly banging the table with his clenched fist and Hoseok who was as expected, clapping his hands while looking like a wild seal.

Yoongi only rolled his eyes and finally, switch my attention over to Mrs Jung who was staring at me in bewilderment.

"Is this the Min Yoongi I know? Who would have known that a Grim Reaper can come back to life and wear some pink cat sweater!" Mrs Jung surprisedly exclaims as this was the first time she saw Yoongi not in all black and the same goes for the whole class too.

"Well there's no one to morn today but you could be that person if you won't kindly fuck off." Yoongi sarcastically retorted as he slouched down on his seat while leaving his savage line to do its job, leaving the whole class speechless and immediately stop making a big fuss over the pink cat sweater he wore only because of someone that means the world to him.

"Hyung what the hell happened? and why are you wearing this?" Namjoon curiously whispered as he eyes the sweetly pink pastel sweater on Yoongi and thought 'Jin would love this'.

"Long story, plus you will probably figure out at break." Yoongi yawned while leaning his head on the table for the one-hour long nap he needed.

*Break Time*

With hands nonchalantly shoved inside the black jeans pocket Jimin lent me, I walked out of class and as expected, there were already tons of my fangirls crowding up the packed hallways to witness this miraculous sight.

Girl 1 : Oppa! you look so cute but why are you wearing couples sweater?

Girl 2 : That cat on it looks so much like you!

"A couple sweater?" Yoongi frowningly asked, not knowing that these type of things actually exist.

Girl 3 : Yes Oppa, it's a sweater that both couples wear an- Wait! Who's matching?

"I got to go." The bully sternly spoke in a monotonous tone and immediately, he rushed out of the busied crowd he created to find his other half.

"Jimin where are you?"

Yoongi anxiously thought as he ran around the school like a mad cat, earning some looks from passersby students who were quick to remove their gaze as it was Min Yoongi, the leader of the so-called group Bullies who was the only one who seemed to hasn't changed after all.

Or so they thought...

I searched every place that came to my head but there was no sign of a student in a pink chicks sweater. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks when I dumbly realised the place where Jimin would always be.

"The rooftop."

Rushingly, I ran up the long stairs just to open the door with a throbbing heart and instantly, felt the strong wind hitting directly into my pale face, making me hurriedly squinted my eyes as my sight soon became clear and there Jimin was, curling up into a ball on the floor of the cold rooftop.

"Jimin!" Yoongi desperately shouted as he ran towards where the slim figure was.

"Y-yoongi hyung I'm s-sorry, I didn't know this was a couples sweater and also a popular one." Jimin guiltily says in between his broken sobs while lifting his head up to look at the older male apologetically.

"Hey, its okay." Yoongi soothed calmly as he bends down to the latter's level and ruffles Jimin's soft black natural hair.

"No it's not hyung, now you will probably hate me and I know you would mind the rumours." The masked male huffed with a worried expression hiding underneath, he didn't want his hyung to hate him just because of some silly rumours that the elder may easily find disgusting.

"First off, I will never hate you Chim and what rumours?" Yoongi then confusedly asked, lifting Jimin's chin up to face him.

"G-gay rumours..." The younger boy stuttered as he cannot help but started blushing shyly.

"Let me show you how much I mind." The black-haired elder gently whispered before holding tightly onto Jimin's hand while dragging him to the rooftops exit door, rushing down the stairs with the confused boy behind him.

I don't know what got into me but somehow, I felt like the need to prove Jimin wrong.

"What are you doing?!" Jimin perplexedly asked as his eyes widen when Yoongi suddenly gripped tight onto his hands and pull both of them into the widely populated school's hallway.

"Showing you how much I don't give a shit." The elder whispered softly into my ears before interwining our hands while showing off his big wide gummy smile.

Jimin stared in a daze, this was the first time he ever saw Yoongi's beautiful smile that was hidden within his cold, emotionless, sharp dark gaze or the face that scream 'unwelcoming'.

The masked up male continue to gaze compellingly at those soft pink healthy gums, wanting to cherish this memory for a long time but that thought immediately left his mind when the flashlights and numerous whispers start.

Girl 1 : Are they dating? look Jimin's wearing the sweater. Oh my god! they are holding hands!

Girl 2 : But Yoongi Oppa is not gay and he wouldn't date a weird nerd.

Hearing some of the gossips, I moved to glance at Jimin who's head was hanging down low from the statements of the students that were crowding us in the hallways but it did not take a single second more until I unhesitatingly spoke up.

"You got no right to assume my gender and stop those bad chatting habits, it's getting annoying now." Yoongi said coldly, giving death stares to the gossiping students around him, they can talk bad about him but not his Chim Chim. "Now leave before I take this further."

Not needing to be told, the scared students scurried off to where they're supposed to be whilst some soon also started leaving, clearing up the hallway.

"Jimin ah don't worry, it's not your fault and don't think about it too much."

"Thanks Yoongi hyung and um...y-your hand." Jimin said shyly, glancing down at how Yoongi was still holding tightly onto his hands.

*Ring Ring*

"Huh? O-oh yeah see you Jiminie." The elder panicked as instantly let go of the younger's hand before turning on his black timbers and started walking away with a pretty pink blush on his face.

End of Yoongi's Pov

Jimin's POV

*Skip to Lunch*

Waitingly, Jimin leaned back onto the brand new, shiny black piano while gripping nervously onto the gift in his hands as his feet impatiently tap against the polished white floor, waiting for the person he has called for.

*Thud*

Faster than lightning, I bolted my head up after hearing the loud footsteps coming from the outside and so, I quickly hid the present behind my back and smile behind the mask after seeing that the elder has finally arrived.

"So what did you call me here for?" Yoongi asks curiously, getting straight to the point.

"I wanted to say thank you for everything you did for me hyung, carrying me, the food, staying with me and for saving me that night..." After finishing his little prepared speech, Jimin hands the gift over to the elder as he immediately looks down from shyness. "I don't want to burden you hyung."

"Cute." Yoongi mumbles quietly to himself as he gladly accepts the younger's gift.

"Huh?" Jimin tilted his head to the right, did he just heard the word 'cute' coming out from his hyung's mouth?

"It's nothing, can I open it now?" Yoongi asked, getting curious yet excited for what might be inside the bright yellow wrapper that matches with the baby chicks on his sweater.

"Wait till you get home Hyung." Jimin rushly interrupted, not letting Yoongi tear the gift open just yet.

"Fine! between they change the piano." The black-haired elder says, noticing the brand new piano displaying so elegantly in the centre of the music room.

"Oh I did not realise! hyung why don't you play a song?" Jimin then exclaimed excitedly just like old-time while grabbing onto Yoongi's arm and drag him to sit down on the piano leather stool with him.

"It's been ages." The elder thought, recalling back their childhood memories that bring emotions into his every gaze at the dazzling black piano.

"I haven't seen you play for so long." Jimin also thought inside his head, smiling sadly as he patiently waits for the elder to start.

I did not have to wait for long until Yoongi confidently places his long bony hands on the piano keys as he dreamily closes his eyelids and starts playing a familiar melody.

"I need you..." Jimin breathed out, his dark brown eyes widening from shock as he carefully watches how Yoongi was playing much more skilfully than before.

"He really got better after all those years, does he still remember...that evening at the music room too?" Jimin then smiled a little, thinking back about those wonderful memories he never forgot a single bit of.

As the beautiful melody goes on, I observe Yoongi's every movement, loving how his head nods forward to every key his fingers landed on and how his eyes only open if needed to.

Smoothly tickling it, making the perfect sound for each pressed down note but then he suddenly stops midway and turns to meet my confused eyes before parting those thin lips that touched my cheeks before like it was yesterday and not years ago.

"Do you remember?"

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