« Yah! Yujin. » yelled a voice as I closed my locker.

It was already the end of school, I could finally go home after this torturous day of looking out the window in every class in hopes of being distracted by whatever was happening outside.

I turned around, meeting the cold of eyes of Jimin.

"What's up chim?" I ask with a small smile, hoping this conversation wouldn't be too long so I could go back to my class.

He scoffed, already acting very out of character.

"What's up? Yujin i haven't seen you in ages! Where have you been all the last lunch breaks?!" He asked loudly in the empty hallway, his arms flaying with his words and taking menacing steps forward to back me against the lockers.

"Damn Jimin." I chuckle. "Chill I was just in the music room."

He scoffs again, looking away from me in disbelief, biting his bottom lip before looking back at me with fire in his eyes.

"Of course you were. Screwing that piano boy right? The second you find some guy, you'll just waltz off to them? Ever heard of bros before h-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I punched him. Square in the jaw. My knuckles hitting his teeth in the process and ripping my skin, a few drops of blood dripping to the floor, both from my knuckles and his lip.

"Fuck you Jimin." I yell. "You go around dating girls too you fucking hypocrite."

He wiped the blood from his lip as I spoke, eyes glaring up at me before he punched me in the face as well.

"God damn it Yujin!" He yells. "We don't spend any more time with each other! Ever! We miss you okay!"

His words make my eyes widen.

"You miss me?" I asked dumbly, eyes now wide and jaw slack, dull pain in my cheek.

"Of course we do you fucking dumbass!" He sighs, checking to see if his lip was still bleeding by gently dabbing in it with his finger. "You're our best friend!"

I chuckled.

Then, I took a step forward to wrap my arms around his torso and bring him in for a hug, burying my head in the crook of his neck.

"M sorry Jimin-ah. Promise to spend more time with you."

I feel him sigh, before he wraps his own arms around me to pull me slightly closer.

"Aish, I can't stay mad at you." He whispers.

I giggle, then he does.

"You have a mean right hook though." He ads.

"Right back at ya."

And we laugh.