► play this and cry with me

They sat by the window, Jimin saddling Yoongi's waist. They were whispering, and giggled, and kissed, and sometimes Yoongi was kissing Jimin's neck, other time Jimin was leaving subtle hickeys behind his boyfriend's ears.

But damn, if they just got on with their hormones already that would be great.

"It's late," Jimin whispered, curling at Yoongi's hair. "But don't go yet."

Yoongi pulled back and judged the request a bit.

"What?" Jimin nudged him. "You don't want to?"

"I'm not an easy guy, Jimin."

"Pffs!"

"Why, am I wrong?"

"No," Jimin replied. "You're not an easy guy, indeed. You never confessed to me from the rooftop at all."

"Hey... now that..."

"Why? Am I wrong?"

Yoongi pecked Jimin on the cheek before he answered, "You are never wrong, Park Boyfriend."

--

The two of them settled down on a spot by the window and cuddled under the moonlight. Yoongi decided he could easily spend the night since they had no school the next day or Sunday.

Jimin must have been exhausted from his crying that now he laid so still in Yoongi's arms. His breathing was even that Yoongi concluded his boyfriend had already fallen asleep.

But Jimin stirred and murmured something. Yoongi almost didn't catch it.

"Sing?" He half whispered.

He felt Jimin nodded.

"I'm not good but... since you asked,"

Yoongi cleared his throat.

"The world was on fire

No one could save me but you"

Yoongi caressed Jimin's hair.

"Strange what desire will make foolish people do

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd..." 

Yoongi let himself trailed off. Jimin stirred again. looking up.

"Why did you stop?"

"I..." I'm afraid of this part of the lyrics and I can't think of any alternatives I could change it to like the previous two I did. But he didn't say that. Instead, he said, "I ran out of breath."

Jimin laughed in his throat. "Go on, please."

Yoongi hummed the part he didn't like and then continued with the next one,

"What a wicked game you play to let me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

What a wicked thing to say, never felt this way

What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

And I wanna fall in lust

No I wanna fall in lust

With you."

When he was done, he found Jimin soundly asleep in his arms. He fell asleep too in the next moment.

The night grew quieter and their breathing had fallen into a rhythm. Yoongi was in a deep sleep that he didn't hear Jimin sniffing back his tears.

"What a wicked game you play indeed, Min Yoongi." Jimin whispered and softly grazed Yoongi's lips.

--

Yoongi snuck out through the window at dawn and went back to his dorm. When he turned and saw Jimin looking out the window waving at him, he felt like Romeo somehow. He was blushing so hard until he remembered that Romeo and Juliet died and that put him in a foul mood the whole way back.

Gotta give it to him to ruin his own moods.

When he got to the dorm, he slept his Sunday morning away and wasted his Sunday afternoon reading Jin's manga. At night, he tried to pick up the books to review for final. And the moment he thought of the one-month he had, his thought automatically wandered to Jin and his sudden act of nonsense. Why had he demanded so strongly that Yoongi continues the bet? Yoongi would easily win; he himself has no doubt. Jin would know that much, too. After all, he knew Yoongi better than anyone.

So why?

Why did he change his mind? The Jin Yoongi knew was not this unreasonable. He knew how Yoongi truly felt about Jimin. He wouldn't push him back into the fire like this.

Yoongi pulled out his phone and called his best friend.

Jin did not answer.

Yoongi tried again three more times, all ended up going to voicemail.

"Fine. If he doesn't wanna talk to me, I'll play along." He muttered.

Throwing the phone on his bed, Yoongi tried to read the book. He got distracted with the camera Jimin's had given him and before he knew it, he spent the whole night taking pictures of the starry ocean, seeing Jimin's face in every picture he took.

--

The last week of school went by in a flash. When the bell of the last period sounded, everyone groaned but not of displeasure. The teacher reminded her students about the final exam coming in two weeks, and this time everybody groaned of displeasure. 

Yoongi didn't pay enough attention to his teacher's words when he spotted his boyfriend and the debate club captain walking arm in arm, a big smile on their face. They were heading to the other direction, which meant either they were going to the soccer field or the swimming club.

Yoongi followed them, keeping a good distance but not too far. He could still hear what they were talking about. The club captain was telling Jimin about something with the occasional mention of 'friendly members', 'You'll fit in just fine', and 'make sure to reply my texts'.

Jimin's replies were all said quietly, and from Yoongi's perspective, it looks like a farewell talk more than anything in the world.

He wondered where the club captain was planning to go? And why?

The two finished their talked and stopped to give each other a longing hug. And just like that, the club captain waved and headed to the other direction. Yoongi wasn't ready when Jimin turned around; he tried to hide behind a pillar but instead lost his footing and landed face first. His textbooks scattered all over the ground.

Jimin ran to him a little too fast.

"Oh my god!" He helped Yoongi up but his boyfriend was too embarrassed being caught stalking that he didn't even dare to look up. "You okay?!"

"Uh hmm..."

"Oh god, can you talk? Where does it hurt?" Jimin gasped. "Did you break your teeth? Let me see!"

"No, no!" Yoongi pushed himself up and swung his arms in all direction, face flushed immensely. "I'm okay- ouch!"

He was not okay.

"What is it?! Your chest? Your nose? Your pe-"

"My ankle!" Yoongi spoke quickly. "It hurts."

Yoongi watched all the worries left Jimin's face and replaced by humor and tease. Jimin soon picked up the books and pushed them in Yoongi's chest.

"Your clumsy , how do you survive this long?" Jimin turned his back to his boyfriend and bent. 

Yoongi tilted his head, watching the foreign gesture.

Jimin glanced back, "Get on."

Yoongi tilted his head to the other side.

Jimin sighed and lowly laughed, "I'm giving you a piggy ride back to your dorm, genius."

"Oh."

"Oh."

Yoongi hoped on his boyfriend's back and immediately wished time would stop at that moment. Jimin's back was like a life jacket