(Jimin was mad.

Yoongi could tell by the way his hands clench into fists.

But to everyone else, Jimin was still the smiley, angelic, beacon of light they all knew and loved. There was no way Jimin could ever experience a negative emotion. It just wasn't plausible.

Yoongi didn't have to look too hard to see past all the youngers bullshit; perhaps everyone else was blind.

Yoongi also saw that Jimin was mad at him.

It was during gym class. The coach was forcing about thirty poor high school souls to run laps around the field as a warm-up. Most people fell behind whilst others exceeded in record time. Yoongi and Jimin were neck and neck.

Of course, they had to take this light-hearted exercise to the extreme, as they did most things. But maybe Jimin had woken up in a bad mood because when Yoongi passes the finish line not even a second before him, he spends the rest of class sulking. The brown-haired boy didn't even look the elders' way after their race. To the rest of his classmates, he was his usual self but Yoongi had seen the way he stabbed his blunt nails into his palm - it was a tell-tale sign that he was upset.

Plus, the lack of Jimin in his face trying to compete at everything was a pretty big giveaway as well.

Now here they both were, alone in the changing room.

Everyone else had dashed to the changing rooms, eager to leave as gym was the last class of the day. Yoongi, however, took his time. He wasn't in such a rush to get home like his classmates were. For obvious reasons.

Once entering the almost empty room, he decides to hop in the shower since he had worked up quite the sweat but also because he wanted to prolong going home for as long as possible. Yoongi didn't even know where Jimin had gone as he didn't see the boy in the crowd that pushed and shoved their way inside or on the more empty path when the rest had already left.

But lo and behold - after leaving the poor excuse for a shower and wrapping a white towel around his waist - there the boy sits on the benches. He holds his phone in his face and wears a sour expression. After noticing Yoongi, Jimin only gives him a look before turning back to his phone. Yoongi hadn't expected much, the younger never really tried to keep up appearances with him.

The black-haired boy steps over to where his clothes are and begins changing. He faces with his back to Jimin so if the younger was looking, he wouldn't know. However, Yoongi could bet pretty highly that Jimin hadn't looked up from his phone since he glared at him.

Fully clothed, Yoongi sighs. He turns to look at Jimin. "Petal." He calls, trying to get the youngers attention. It works and Jimin is giving him an even dirtier look than before. the hand that is not holding his phone is clenched. "What?" He asks, harshly.

"If you're gonna throw a tantrum every time I beat you at something, maybe you should stop  picking fights."

That gets Jimin to put his phone away. "As if. We both know that I won. Coach obviously called it wrong." Yoongi scoffs. "Coach has the eyes of a hawk, he can catch someone chewing gum from a mile away, no way he called it wrong." The elder feels himself go on a bit of a power trip. Something about the way he was able to rile Jimin up so easily just by beating him made him all of a sudden feel very cocky. He walks up to stand right in front of where the other is sitting.

"Just admit that I'll always be the faster one out of us!" He grins in that specific way he knows Jimin finds infuriating. It seems to do the trick as he shoots out of his seat. "Don't go getting a big head just because you beat me at this one thing, yeah? Don't forget that I'm better than you at literally everything else!" Yoongi furrows his eyebrows. "Oh, I didn't know we were being hypocrites now? If my head is big then yours must be massive!"

They yell back and forth. Their faces get closer and closer but that doesn't stop their argument.

Then, something snaps in Jimin. Maybe Yoongi had said something that struck a chord but Yoongi couldn't tell you exactly what he said. He tends to switch his mind off when fighting with Jimin. But either way, the brunette sneers before pushing the black-haired boy out of his way. "Y'know what? Fuck this! I don't need this!" And then he's storming off, slamming the door harshly behind him. Yoongi exhales heavily, trying to catch his breath. He hadn't expected to get so worked up so out of the blue.

However, something in the silence irks him and his feet are moving on their own and the door is being pushed open again and perhaps Yoongi and Jimin both had the same idea because their lips are suddenly locked together in a bruising kiss.

Neither of them are gentle but that allows the other to push back even harder. Yoongi grabs Jimins waist and pushes him back into the lockers. The sound that erupts when the collision occurs is jarring but anything but a deterrent. Refined is the last word Yoongi would use to describe the kiss. They're sloppy in their haste to just inhale each other and sometimes they miss each other's mouths entirely but it's okay because Jimin shoves his tongue into the Yoongis mouth and the elder bites down on it without hesitation and as revenge Jimin pulls his hair cruelly and Yoongi hisses into his mouth and the vibration sends shivers throughout Jimins entire body and every sense and thought blends together until all the boys can think, smell and touch is each other.

"Fucking," Jimin gasps through kisses. "Hate you." Yoongi kisses him harder. "Hate you." He emphasizes. The elder hums against his lips, tightening his hold against his hips. "Feelings mutual, Petal." Jimin gets a hold of his lower lip and bites down, hard. He doesn't let go until Yoongi grabs him by the throat and thrusts his head backwards into the lockers. The same blaring crash echoes throughout the changing room. The pain that results only makes Jimins resolve grow stronger as he reconnects their lips and snakes his arms around Yoongis neck, digging his filed nails into the pale skin. Yoongi keeps his hand at Jimins throat but doesn't do anything past his semi-tight hold.

Both their eyes are shut tight and Yoongi tilts his head sideways to deepen the kiss. This time the elders tongue is the first to enter the other's mouth and the youngers tongue is immediately against his, ready to battle. And it really is a battle as neither of them are ready or planning to submit to the other. It's chaotic and uncoordinated but Yoongi finds that that is what is so amazing about it.

He never wants this to end. He doesn't know if he'll be able to go back to not kissing Jimin now that he knows what it's like. He doesn't even know how this fucking started in the first place but--

"U-Uhm..."

It ends too soon as they're both jumping away from each other as soon as the third voice hits their eardrums.

Yoongi wants to kill Jimin because he had left the door open like an idiot and Jimin wants to die when he sees the poor Janitor who had just made his way over here to lock the room up.

They're both as red as can be but thankfully the Janitor only chuckles.

"You boys needa find a better hiding place because this is not it."

They then both mentally decide to never bring this situation up again.)