Yoongi's POV

Jackson Wang. I thought you were my friend, not my opponent, not my enemy, not someone in line to get their life stolen by my bloody hands.

Shit! Where's my knife?!

As soon as that question passed through the senior's hazy mind, he conciously takes a long deep breath before he finally snapped out of it. No, Yoongi cannot and must not kill Jackson, the dude has been his only close friend since kindergarten after all.

Not to mention how Yoongi has seen the other mature even if it is not with his own eyes but he can certainly promised that he was always there behind a clear electronic screen ever since Jackson was forced by his carers to move back to the States. They chatted almost every day since then.

"No...stop it Yoongi, he's your friend?" At the thought, Yoongi tugged at the walls of his trembling fingers that are tempted to make a horrid scene happens right before some senses could even find a way home and reminds his morals that this!...may be a really bad thing.

But no matter how hard he tries, the senior just loved those feelings of relief and proudness after knowing that Jimin isn't owned by any dickheads but him. However, being exposed to the crowd isn't the right time for something that should be done in the night so forcing himself not to look back, Yoongi finally turns towards his friends and once again, noticed one missing coconut head.

"How's the kiddo doing?" The frowning senior asked out of the blue, making the glasses male and a bright orange haired student whipped their heads to look at him with a grim expression.

"Not the best but he said he misses learning so probably next week, look Jungkook is competitive, I'm sure he will get over it." Namjoon logically pointed out like usual before backing it up with his daily intellectual explanations.

However, the purple-haired student's face was just the definition of sad and Yoongi could clearly see through it.

"We tried our very, very, very hardest to cheer Jk up but he only kept talking about how Taemin's finger was choppy chop off and the knife inside his mouth, uh!" J-hope squeakily shrieked before giving his upper body a little shake as if he was getting a fat goosebump simply by visualising its scene.

"Thinking about this instead of Jazzy the Unicorn honestly makes me wanna Jesusly burp out the boy's sins!"

"Ew that's gross Seok ah and like what Namjoon just said, I'm sure the kid will get over it." Yoongi reassured with a tangy look on his face although he still felt guilty for unknowingly causing Jungkook to go through this because of him.

*At Lunch*

"I should find Jackson, he will explain everything about why he was talking to my Jiminie." Yoongi smartly cunned to himself before starting his search with the determination of seeking what he's been missing.

Bathroom? No.

Canteen? No.

Rooftop? Fuck no, I'm not walking up the stairs.

Courtyard? Nah.

"Jesus fucking Christ, where could he be?" Yoongi groaningly muttered underneath his panting breath, he had nearly searched everywhere in the University for 15 minutes straight but there were still no signs of the foreigner.

However, Yoongi had no choice left but to walk along an unfamiliar corridor which he rarely visits and finally commands his feet to brake at a specific place he wished to never step a foot in again. The basketball court.

It's not that he stopped playing basketball since Highschool and it's obviously isn't because he's been hit with one before by Sehun but it's strangely because locating himself in somewhere so spacious and empty like this would bring back disjointed memories.

Memories that he hadn't had a single clue of.

Yoongi doesn't know why his head would spin like crazy and why his eyes would suddenly get teary after imagining a silhouette of a young teenage boy standing there in the middle of the court, jumping around nonstop like the person is cheering for something so important in his life.

Call him a coward or whatever but all the black-haired male ever wanted to do is only to never go back in there and experience the same thing over and over again as if it was trying to tell him something when he obviously doesn't need to remember.

Yoongi glances a little at the door again and he already hates the feelings that are controlling him now. It whispers gently inside of him and convinces every cells that getting answers from his friend is more important than his own discomfort because it's about Jimin and will always be.

"Fuck it." Yoongi swore under his breath and recklessly pushes the double doors open just to step inside and has his dark eyes wander around what used to be his escape.

Thrn, there was a sense of relief rushing through Yoongi when finally spotted Jackson dribbling the leather orange ball around the court like a savage squirrel gobbling with its chestnut but to think that relief lasted long was a far misconception because the senior also notices a familiar figure jumping around selflessly while cheering with a supportive voice for the basketball player.

That was what caught Yoongi off guard, he never knew his friend has a personal cheerleader to give out random sweets words that comes to mind clapping and jumping excitedly by the bleachers. Yet again, jealousy was probably best to describe him right now.

"Go on Jackson Oppa!" Jimin cheered cutely, earning a smile from the sweating man but two dark glares from Yoongi who stood near the entrance and unable to take any step further as his head started feeling hazy and finally his knees that weakly dropped to the ground.

"Shit...no...not again."

The dizzy senior let out a muffled groan as he became blinded by the exact same picture he instantly recognises. No matter how many years passes, Yoongi still doesn't know what it was nor he could ever figure out its meaning.

Around him was plain white, quite foggy like dusting clouds in children's dreams, the sky was painted dull and his trembling hands were holding a black leather basketball he remembered better than anything else. His old friend.

It was the same one he once beaten himself up with and by that, he means scoring goals after goals and competitively bounce it against the hard rubber surface as beads of sweats drips down from his scalps for never-ending hours of each practice day.

"Where am I?" Yoongi thinks harder and it makes his head spins again but this time when he lifted open his heavy lids, he sees a boy's white silhouette jumping up and down. So silly.

Tempted, Yoongi forces through the pain that bang-up mentally inside of him and gripped furiously onto his dark slick hair as he feels himself going wild and there he was, taking brave small steps towards the person's rapid moving silhouette.

As he got closer, a whimper escaped his thin pair of lips once he noticed how the mysterious boy's face was blurry. Yoongi could barely make out the eyes but for sure, the boy was smiling so familiarly. His smiles kinda look...stupid? yet so fucking cute.

"Yoonie!"

Immediately, the senior shut his eyes tightly again as the familiar voice blasted his head off by repeating the same nickname over and over again, causing him completely shudders down to the white clouds he once stood bravely on.

Yoongi did not give up. He tries to consume in all the pain and get back up on his feet to focus on the hallucination but everything was just too much, way too much for him to handle and finally, the senior broke away from that unknown world he was trying to contact.

"Yoonie no! Don't go! Why y-you leave me?!"

"I can't! I'm s-sorry!" Yoongi tries communicating back with his faltering voice but there was no point, he had already cut off from his imaginative world and the last thing he remembered of it was the boy's pained smile and his endless desperate pleads.

"Y-yoonie..." Yoongi's eyes widely snapped open as his two fists were smashed down to the spinning ground, his lungs were suffocating for air and his knocking pulse would send a slight relief of non-ongoing danger into his cold veins.

"Who is he?"

*2 Days Later*

In those two days after the incident, Yoongi went back to the basketball court after school and if you think that he's here to find out who was the boy in his imagination is then you're completely wrong.

The determined black haired senior is here for hours-long practices, the practices to make him become a God at basketball again and if you may ask why the hell is he doing this...

The answer would be Jimin.

Yes, Yoongi just couldn't help himself after knowing that Jimin went to cheer Jackson every lunch, he hates it and that makes him wonder if he's still better than his old friend at basketball or not.

Would Jimin come to cheer for him instead?

The question might sound stupid but that's exactly what Yoongi have in mind right now, to beat Jackson in a much friendlier and less dirty way but that wasn't all that happened in the last 2 days.

To be precise, Jimin had been sticking around the player like a pretty little chewing gum. They would be glued to each other at lunch, break and even after school to the point that it was becoming intoxicating for Yoongi since his job was to 'look after' Jimin, not to fucking stalk Jackson to Jimin's house.

Although Jimin is talking to another man, the black-haired male still sends flower to latter's doorstep and write sweet letters to his locker though it seemed like nothing have changed and what was once Yoongi's dream was yet again crushed by one unnecessary living thing.

"Jealousy is a sin, a sin that no human could get rid of."

Jimin's POV

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Dear My Beautiful Daffodil...

What do you think you're doing? Ignoring me just to fuck around with some piece of shit?
Yeah, I am fucking jealous, are you happy now?

Drop it Park Jimin, nothing is funny about this and you know it!

Also, I wrote a poem for you...I hope you enjoy this one too love.

Seeing you with him makes me want you to...

"Quit makin' me jealous"
And
"Hate me for lovin' you"

Seeing you with him makes me question...

"What do you even like about him?
Hm...
His sweet talks or his dick my love?"

If that offended you then lemme tell you something, his dick is smaller than your cute palms so why not go for a bigger one like mine?

Y'know there's one thing I really want in this shitty world and that is for you to...

"Quit being the public's toy
And
Be my personal slut in bed."

Doesn't that sound nice? It fucking is for me but guess what? In the end...

Seeing you with him makes me realise...

"There's no fault in your flirtings
It's just the way I react."

From your Senpai

Pleased, Jimin hummed along with a wide smile as he reads the letter that he had worked hard enough to get for the last couple of days. There's nothing better than a jealous love letter, the emotion you get from it is beyond anything you could've wished for, at least to Jimin.

That victorious yet tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach that screams proudness, makes you feel so cocky to the point that you could do the 'impossible' and that's exactly what Jimin loves to do, to go higher than the limit and break off the scale like the winner he is.

Proudly, Jimin giggled at himself while loving each word that was written with so many stories behind it. This was only one of the things the peach haired male wanted from his secret admirer. There are loads more...

After that letter which was sent on the day Taemin was found dead in the janitor's closet, Jimin could not get his mind off of how possessive the stranger was being towards him, he enjoys how Senpai expressed his feelings in the letter and how much meaning it actually holds.

It was as if Jimin is some type of rare valuable jewel and the stranger was just one of the few who wants their hands on it.

"Cocky, ain't ya?"

Being interrupted, Jimin stops his giggles when he heard a deep voice from his Gucci bandana friend and with a smirk, he glanced up to reply. "Of course! who wouldn't love jealousy?"

"Me and honey, that's just one of your toxic kink."

"Whatevs but didn't you see how much he's in love with me? He sounded like his pride have been hurt after knowing that I'm after Jackson oppa's dick. Fuck, I just love how he brags that his cock is so much bigger with that much confidence." Jimin fantasizes as he clasped his hands together while rocking himself up excitedly.

"I bet it is too. This letter just proved how he wants me so bad."

"Ye like how he is directly asking you to be his slut in bed?" Taehyung sarcastically rolled his eyes but Jimin only smirked wider and decided to fix his glossy plump lips with the locker's mini squared mirror.

"Mhm~" Jimin smeared his upper and bottom lips together before closing the metal door just to lean on it and look up at his friend with two sharp gazes that glinted with satisfaction in them.

"I would be glad to join him."

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Author's notes :

I hope you like this chapter, the characters may started becoming more extreme but there's always a reason 🥺🤧 please vote if you want to cheer me up, it surprisingly works :(

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