"y-yoongi?" my voice stutters nervously because for the past couple months he has been acting strange and more quiet than usual, and all i wanted was to comfort him.

some days yoongi scares me and some days he acts soft and would gently touch me as if i will suddenly disappear. i didn't mind but the sudden mood changes made me confused.

today is one of his bad days as he has not said a single word to me during lunch break in the classroom. he's not eating again and i always made extra food in case he's having a good day and i can offer him some, but on bad days he'd snap at me for being so "annoying" and to "mind my own business."

"do you want some kimbap?" i ask with all my courage.

his eyes dart at me disgustingly and i've just had enough.

"yah, we are all alone in this classroom and i could be with my friends instead but i'm watching you because i'm worried you'll do something stupid." i snap slamming the container on the desk.

"no one asked you be at my side." he mumbles.

"i do it because that's what FRIENDS do!" i slam my hands on the table and stand up so i'm looking down on him because he's sitting on his desk.

he dramatically stands up like i did and now i have to look up at him. my height only reaching his chest. but i keep my determined face on. he pulls down his mask and i see his beautiful face up close, i didn't want to falter but i unintentionally gulp.

"you got some nerve shortie." he challenges.

"hmph. you're just flattered that someone is worried about you. and you don't know what to do when faced with affection." i cross my arms.

"you should know i don't like showing my emotions." he says.

"the least you can do is tell me what's wrong. you've been acting like a girl on her period!" i say frustratingly. "you haven't been eating, you barely speak to me. it's like i'm talking to a wall!" i let out all my worries about him because he just drives me crazy. "you call me late at night but we end up arguing when i try to ask if you're alright, you're always by my side and the next you look at me like i'm trash-,"

i couldn't finish my sentence because yoongi grabs me by the waist and kisses me deeply. i squeak into the kiss out of surprise and he forces his tongue into my mouth. i couldn't lie, it felt good but it was wrong. i start hitting his chest until i feel him pull away, a string of saliva connecting our swollen lips. to which he pecks me to get rid of it.

"i didn't know what else to do to make you shut up."