Yoongi stared down at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. They were laughing at him, those people behind him. They probably weren't, but in Yoongi's mind, they were.   Yoongi stood in the corner by himself. Everyone hated him. T

Thoughts were rushing through my head as Yoongi was sitting beside me on my bed. It was like this every single day. Yoongi would come over and hang out with me, which was okay because he's my friend, but not for the feelings that I felt. He would barely touch my arm when we laughed together, and my arm would tingle from where he touched it.