Jimin's POV~

"I just can't breathe properly through my nose but I am really not that sick." Hoseok tried to come out of his bed and we pushed him back at his place again. He was sick after getting wet and walking back to the dorm in the cold wind.

"Man I can literally make pancakes on your body. You are burning in fever and you can't go to practice today. Period." Jungkook covered him with thick sheets and arranged pillows around his body to keep him warm.

"But guys it's not been many days since the classes started and I don't want to skip already," Hoseok said in a hoarse voice whilst peeping under the warm sheet.

"You are not skipping. You are just being practical. You better stay inside your room and rest." Namjoon stated the last decision and the boys left for their classes. I stayed beside Hoseok as I was suspended and we both could share few laughs together. We talked for a few hours and then soon Hoseok went into a deep sleep. I covered him properly with the sheet and decided to start packing my bags.

I haven't tell Yoongi the truth till now and I thought to tell him all after he comes back from the classes. He decided to go to practice today as his wounds were almost recovering. I tried to tell him sooner but he just seemed so happy and I didn't want him to get worried. I know he would hate me for hiding this from him but I knew he couldn't stay mad at me for long.

I was halfway through my packing when my phone started to ring. It was Hoseok's girlfriend. "Hello, am I talking to Hoseok's girl?"

"Are you Jimin?" she asked quickly after hearing my voice.

"Yes. Hoseok is sick so he is resting. I am sorry I can't give him the phone right now."

"What happened to him? Is he okay?" her relaxed soft voice changed and became more serious.

"Don't worry he's okay. We strictly told him to rest. I will let you speak to him as soon as he wakes up."

"Please take care of him. He likes chamomile tea. If you could-" she hesitated to ask me for more requests so I quickly completed her sentence and told her that I will ask the cafeteria aunty to make it for him.

"Thank you so much."

"He's our friend too now. Don't worry."

"And Jimin?"

"Yeah"

"My name is Kang Miran but I think Hoseok's girl sounds better." I smiled as she cut the call. Hoseok was very lucky to get a girl like Miran and I could feel the worry in her voice when I mentioned about Hoseok's sickness. It was clear that she loved him.

It was almost the time when the sun rays were getting weak and the clock was ticking towards 5:00 PM. I heard a knock on my door and saw Namjoon trying to catch on his breaths. It felt like he was running but the question was why?

"Why are you hyperventilating?"

"Yoongi... He learned that you are suspended. He was very angry and you know his anger issues. I think you should just talk to him."

"Where is he? How the fuck it happened?" he was not supposed to know like this.

"I saw him walking towards his room. So while we were practicing Master Sungwoon saw scars on his face so he asked if he was involved in the fight with you. And as the conversation started it all came out. Yoongi looked at our faces and he just knew that he was the only one who didn't know about it. We tried to talk but he just walked out." Namjoon quickly filled me with all the information and I ran towards Yoongi's room.

He had locked his door and I just mindlessly started to knock on it."Yoongi it's me Jimin. I am really sorry but at least talk to me." I pleaded outside the door as I tried to convince him to let me in. There was only silence which I received from his side.

"I am leaving in few hours. Are you afraid that you might forgive me easily after watching my face?" I tried to play with his mind so at least he opens the door to even hit me on my face. And It actually worked. He opened the door and I quickly walked in.

"Yoongi"

"Why did you do it? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FIGHT WITH HIM?" His voice quickly became louder. Yoongi had anger issues and I knew it had to be calmed down.

"He hurt you first. What did I do wrong?"

"He fought with ME! I could take care of myself. Why did you tried to become the hero you are certainly not?" he spat on my face. The veins on his neck popped out and his eyes showed anger.

"I did what I felt like. You don't have to tell me what to do and what not. If he does that to you again I will remember to teach him a better lesson." I saw inside Yoongi's eyes and stated my answer.

He quickly grabbed my collar and pulled me closer to him."Then why did you get caught? WHY THE FUCK YOU HAVE TO LEAVE?" I could see the mixed emotions in his eyes when he fought back his tears. "You are fucking useless." he pushed me behind as our eyes gazed each other intensely to find the answers which our mouth was incapable to tell.

"I hate you for keeping me in the dark. You came to visit me every day, you sat beside me for hours and for not even once you tried to tell me the truth. WHY DID YOU HIDE IT FROM ME?" he saw me with his hard staring eyes, his fists were clenched tightly. As he spoke with ferocity, tiny bubbles of froth formed at the corners of his mouth.

"Is that what yesterday's dinner was all about? Your fucking farewell get-together??" he punched on the wall as he spoke in a clipped tone.

"It was for your own good. You needed rest." I answered calmly.

"Why do you have to decide what's good for me and what not? Who are you?"

"Yoongi stop."

"Why do I stop? Why it always has to me to step back? Do you even know how much it hurts?." he grabbed his shirt near his chest as his eyes started to bubble up with tears while his voice almost shook.

My heart ached in the worst way it could ever do. I couldn't see tears in his eyes, at least not because of me. I saw him shouting and fighting over his tears. He was stuck between his emotions. He couldn't surpress it and he was always bad in expressing his emotions.

I moved near him, held his hand and pulled him towards me. His chest crashed onto mine as I moved my hand around his small waist and held him tighter in my arms. He gasped when I touched his lips with mine.

I leaned in closer as I bit his lower lip. He pulled himself behind in the start but then he started to reciprocate. Tears rolled down on his cheeks while I grabbed his face with the palm of my hand. I moved my thumb and caress it through his tears while our tongues found each other's way. The moment when we kissed it felt like the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be.

We stared at each other in an odd way, as if it was a silent argument. Our glances battled with each other until tears arose, and we found ourselves crying through the kiss. Our breaths mingled with each other as our emotions finally found a way to come out.

After our lips moved away we rested our foreheads against each other. We closed our eyes and we could feel our breaths shaking.

"Why did you do that?" he asked in barely more than a whisper.

"You better consider this as a kiss now," I replied in a voice which was low and husky.

I quickly stepped behind and walked out of the room as I felt my emotions clashing together. What after this? I didn't have the courage to stay a little longer only to leave in a few hours.

I moved towards the exit and turned back to see him for one more time. "And Yoongi, you kissed better than the last time." I heaved a small smile and left while my tears found their way to roll down.

I tried to suppress my love for him these past months but it was just too fucking hard to not fall for him.

I Park Jimin was madly in love with Min Yoongi.

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A/N: Why was Jimin hiding his feeling? This chapter might be unexpected but guys sit back comfortably because I have more unexpected things in my bag.

SPECIAL SCENE

Yoongi notices the crowd stealing glances at Jimin so he took the mic and announced.

 "This boy right here is mine. So you can fuckin mind your own business."