Yoongi's POV

Beads of sweats drip down the player's glistening forehead as the male continues to jog up towards the towering hoop with his basketball following behind after making contact with the court's rubber band surface, bouncing along uselessly until Yoongi gets a hold of it and aimed to score.

The black-haired male's focused eyes followed along with his ball that was now in the air for 2 maximum seconds before it finally lands straight into the hoop without any effort being made. He sighed and went to take a hold of it again.

His skills rustled a bit at first but after a few days of practice, Yoongi managed to regain his ability to play basketball back and now he's undefeatable! Well not quite since Jimin isn't there cheering for him like when he did for Jackson.

For a fact, the popular freshman doesn't even know who he is, they never said a word to each other except the letters Yoongi would send of course and not to lie, his attempts were pathetic to be exact.

However, Yoongi still couldn't get himself to ask the freshman for a single meet up and it was no surprise, he's a coward after all...a coward that couldn't save his parents from the tragedy that happens right before his very own eyes.

"Argh." Yoongi groaned a little as he gently massages his back and upper arms. Playing for hours and hours just to simply get nothing out of it is tiring.

Suddenly as the determined senior was about to start his scoring session again, the double doors swung open and a loose T-shirt male walks in while looking much refreshed compare to him who didn't even bother in taking a glimpse at who might want to use the school's gym at this time.

"Oh sup man! Didn't know you still play basketball." Jackson greeted but frowned a little once his eyes landed on the leather ball in his friend's large pale sweaty hands. "I thought Yoongi quitted playing ever since 8th grade."

"It's been a long time but ye, I'm back at it now." Yoongi offered a tiny smile as his eyes scanned Jackson from head to toe, wondering how the fuck Jimin even liked the dude. You must be kidding me Park, is this really the guy you wanna suck?

"Let's have a match, 's been a long time my friend."

"Guess I can't say no to that."

Feeling determined than ever, Yoongi gets into his position and so does Jackson who is now looking at him with smiley eyes but oppositely from the relaxed foreigner was a beast who is more than ready to win.

"3...2...1 Start!"

To say the match was normal is an understatement, not at how Yoongi's ball would accidentally walk straight out of his hands and falls directly onto the other player's head but sometimes even arms or back if Yoongi missed his aim.

As the match was coming to an end, the black-haired senior dribbles the ball across the court to his opponent's side just to get it snatch away because of Jackson's great defending skills.

They were both neck and neck judging by the score of 11:11, there was no heads up of who might be the winner.

Annoyed that his ball was taken, Yoongi chased the player down but instead of trying to get the ball back by obeying the rules like what good sportsmen would do, he lurches his left foot out with a sly smirk.

And soon, he was successful in tripping Jackson up to the floor which quickly escalated in the player yelping loudly as his face made contact with the hard rubber floor.

"Woah sorry...didn't mean that!" Yoongi almost immediately crouched down beside his friend, trying to keep his laughter in behind a worried expression that does not match with his true intentions at all.

Weak and pathetic, just how he likes it.

"Yeah it's okay, don't worry!"

"I'm not." The black-haired male thought to himself while glaring down at his friend with eyes that couldn't be recognised as the old Yoongi anymore.

The smallest of guilt wasn't running inside Yoongi's system because after all, Jackson was first to get involved with his possession and it's only a matter of time until he pay the price.

But considering how touchy and friendly Jimin was to the foreigner, Yoongi has actually been quite generous and carefree with his friend's punishment. Hell if it wasn't Jackson, there would've been another death adding up to his record in less than a day.

"Wanna break? My head's sick ma dude." Jackson mumbled as he scurried off the floor with the help of himself since Yoongi didn't seem bothered enough to care which also wasn't that surprising.

"Sure." Yoongi monotonously says before making his way towards the bleachers and felt kind enough to hand some water of bottle to his friend who gladly accepted it.

"Thanks." Jackson smiled gratefully before taking a big gulp of water down his throat which Yoongi would have thought of slitting just now if it wasn't for the 'friends' label.

"What's your relationship with Jimin?"

"Y'know him? We're just good friends." The foreigner simply answered, feeling bewildered because of why Yoongi would want to know. He's not blind, he knows his friend well and Yoongi was never the type to question anything if it's not important.

Not to mention how the foreigner was even convinced that if his best mate could choose to be born whatever in his next life, it would definitely be a rock; emotionless and lack of movement just like how he likes it.

"Why you wanna' know? You like him man?" Jackson sheepishly asked while gazing sideways to see the tired out male's reaction.

"N...no I don't like him, not a bit. It's just that he seems happy with you." Yoongi denied before glancing back at Jackson for his reaction too.

The senior felt a passionate need to find out what's actually going on between them as Jackson's words don't sound a bit convincing and even a blind person could see through that lie. Oh right! good friends. What a joke.

"Yeah, he does-"

"But you guys aren't a thing right?" Yoongi sharply cut his sweetly smiling friend off, wanting to vomit on the spot because of how sickly the dude was in love with his Jiminie.

"Of course not! Jimin doesn't like me like that...I'm sure."

The joy on the foreigner's face crumpled as he had just confirmed Yoongi suspension, making the black-haired male displayed his gummy smile for a split second before hopping up happily from the bleacher while feeling more relaxed than ever by the news.

"Thanks for the match, bye." Not wasting his precious time, Yoongi walked away as his heart beats with love for Jimin.

Maybe the younger did listen to his begging in the letter and there would be absolutely no point in worrying too much for a couple more school days because just like what Jackson said: they're only 'good friends'.

*Days Later*

Yoongi threw a school bag to the corner of his room as he hums beautifully to himself before plopping down on his bed just to stare at the grey ceiling above with satisfaction in his pitch-black orbs.

Feeling relieved, the senior student contently sighed and if you may have already guessed, there hasn't been any rumours of Jackson dating Jimin and that only means that his friend wasn't telling a lie a few days ago when they were sweating like slaughtered pigs at the court.

Besides that, this has been the longest time Jimin isn't owned by not anyone but Yoongi himself which makes the senior feel some sought of pride in that.

He felt loved?

After laying on the bed for a few minutes, the black-haired male became easily bored as he had got nothing else to do than unhealthily daydreaming about a certain freshman who can do both sexy and cute.

Yoongi turns to his working table that was only one metre away from the plain black majestic bed he's currently lying on and soon let his dull eyes observes it. There is a golden mini lamp, empty envelopes scattering everywhere and some scrunched up letters he found dissatisfying enough to throw away.

Out of boredom, Yoongi continued scanning his large room with lonely eyes. Near his working desk, there is a high wooden bookshelf with some unread novels on it and to the left of the room, there is one furnished large wooden wardrobe where he stores all his clothes, including his father's set of suits and beside it stood a black-edged body length mirror that matches well with the grey carpeted floor.

Suddenly, Yoongi's eyes landed on the clips of polaroids that were messily hung up on the never-ending strings, threatening to fall because of how many there were fighting for their own space.

The cotton strings were long and it takes up almost half of the room but Yoongi didn't mind. As long as he gets to wake up to Jimin's silly yet cute smiles, nothing else would really matter.

As Yoongi was dazing off to one of Jimin's random polaroids he secretly took when his love was walking back home from school, his mobile phone buzzes from his jeans pocket, making the senior groaned because of the thought of how it would be J-hope inviting him to visit Jungkook like last week but obviously, he refused out of guilt.

"Jackson?"

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Jackson=Idiot
Omg man! Yoongi!
I have great news like what the actual fuck?!

Yoongi=Genius
Your good news are always shitty man
Now what the fuck is it?
U r acting like some retard school girl screaming over their Oppa 😑

Jackson=Idiot
This one is good I swear
Ok! I- oh my fhpdhmffhjeaf

Yoongi=Genius
Idiot, can't even fucking type.

Jackson=Idiot
I'm sorry dude, it's just I'm shitting myself right now!
Like I'm just this -->😩

Yoongi=Genius
Get that emoji outta my face man
it's fucking disgusting

Jackson=Idiot
Geez calm down ma dude
You still wanna hear it?

Yoongi=Genius
Hear what?
Ahh that good news of yours?
Go on then but make sure to fucking shit yourself down before typing 🙄🖕

Jackson=Idiot
So moody today ain't ya?

Yoongi=Genius
Meh, just when you text me
Now tell me what's so good so
I can fucking nap

Jackson=Idiot
Okay
So um...I asked Jimin out
We're fucking dating now!
I'm so happy!
Like I love him so much, he's totally my type too, Jimin-
Hey man? U there?
Yoongi?

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10 seconds of silence passed and it's like Yoongi did really turned into a stone at this moment, his body is stiff like rock and his face is emotionless, there were no colours... not even a shade of red.

Suddenly, the black-haired male unexpectedly decided to let out a couple of long historical laughter whilst his eyes brimmed up with tears but his face was the opposite, it displayed joy and amusement.

"What a joke!" Yoongi continued to laugh loudly as he lifted his hands to wipe away the springing tears in the corner of his eyes as he widely smiled from ear to ear. "That fucker...no it's a joke! Right?"

The awkward stretch on his lips disappearing slowly, Yoongi fumingly threw his phone to anywhere and it made a high pitched clash with his mirror, causing shards of thin glass layers to scattered everywhere within seconds.

Gritting his teeth and breathing unevenly, the senior marched right up from his bed and stumble to get on his feet as if he was highly drunk and indeed he was, mentally but not physically.

Making ways towards the map of polaroids, his thin lips quiver tremblingly as his piercing gaze fell to one of the pictures where Jimin was caressing Jackson's exposed arms with a flirtatious smile.

"H..he took you away! He took Jiminie away!" Yoongi screamed his lungs out as he ferociously snatched that picture out from its clip, making a tiny rip on of the top edge but it didn't matter anymore, considering how that polaroid would be badly scrunched up in the male's big bloody hands by then.

"Jimin was mine! Not until you took him away you bastard!" Yoongi continues to let out his rage that was full of jealousy as he stumbles towards the bookshelves just to relieve the sudden anger on them, throwing unread novels to the now messy piled up floor as all he could think of was how Jackson got lucky.

When there was nothing left on the empty shelves, like a savage monster, Yoongi's eyes hungrily searched around until he soon spotted some sweet poems he wrote only a few days ago, ready to be given to his awaited love.

"Fuck this shit." The upset senior growled and tears each letters while grunting and huffing as he frantically searched for another inside his drawer and as expected, there were bunches of them.

Papers ripped in half and unconnected words separated far from each other in the two man's hold, the ugly screaming sounds lasted no more than ten seconds as Yoongi had finally come back to himself for a little while.

With choking tears, the male looked out around his once neatly organised room and can only stare.

Books were eating out the carpeted floor, shards of glass scattered all over, ruined clips of useless polaroids painting the floor blue&grey and lastly, bits of love letters Yoongi could never find and stick each important pieces back together.

Just like his love for the younger, it's as if Yoongi is the only person who tries to glue everything back to how it originally was and greedily keep the letters all to himself but no matter how hard he tries to stick each piece back together, Jimin will only break, moved further away from him and then waits for Yoongi to sort him out again.

The process repeats, Yoongi tries to have Jimin all to himself but the younger only keeps tearing away from his hands.

Love. It's like the black-haired male was the only one trying.

Don't you just find it funny? No matter how much he kills someone, Jimin will only find another, someone else who is not him and this time it happens to be someone who he has known for years.

So was it the heat of the moment when Yoongi chugged open the wooden birch of his drawers and had his eyes instantly glistening on the sharp blade that was yet to be dirtied by his very own hands.

"Jackson Wang."

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Author's notes : There won't be 2 update this week, sorry guys 😞

I hope my Twinklies enjoyed this chapter, I feel like we are gradually getting closer to the story's main events 👀

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