Yoongi's POV

  I woke up sweating. My face was red and I clung onto my blanket before throwing it off of me. I fell asleep when I got home. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2 in the morning. I sighed and wiped my face off with my sleeve that was too long on me. I looked down at it.

  This isn't mine..?

  I bit my lip once I realized that I was still wearing Jungkook's jacket. It was too big on me, but it was very comfortable.

  I rolled my eyes, remembering how he had laid a hand on my ass, thinking it was okay. He only caught me off guard. If I had realized what was going on, I would've pushed him away.

  Right. That's a lie.

  I walk downstairs and hear voices, causing me to stop in my track. I heard my dad's voice. A couple of seconds pass and I heard something loud bang onto the ground. I peeked around the corner and saw my dad stumble around.

  He's drunk. Fuck.

  I tried to walk away, but I heard my dad whisper my name. I turn around slowly to see him looking at me. "Get your ass over here and help me," he ordered me sternly.

  I walked over to him and he leaned over.

  "Useless," he spat in my face. "Leaving your father when he's clearly in need." He grimaced and held onto my shoulder to keep himself steady. His weight brought me down, so I led him over to our couch to sit down.

  "I'm sorry." I said to him.

  He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, you are sorry." He growled into my ear.

  I shivered and frowned.

  After everything I try to do for him. I try to be like him in many ways, I even try to be..

  I..

  I'm something other than myself.
I am my dad.
  No- I'm trying to be my dad.

Why?

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  Jungkook's POV

  I could see my breath as I got out of my car. It was turning colder and colder as days went by. I had given my jacket to Yoongi, he never gave it back. I thought that I'd be good without it, but it seriously is cold. I guess I'll buy another.

  As I walk into the school, I exhaled the cold air and breathed in the fresh heated air of the hallway. I smiled as I started warming up.

  I skipped going to the cafeteria and went to the classroom instead. I saw Yoongi sitting in his normal seat, behind mine. I smiled once I saw him, but he frowned up at me. 

  He was still wearing my jacket.

  "Do you want your jacket back?" He asked me as he started tugging at it. "It's cold,"

  "I don't need it," I said to him, making him stop taking it off of his little body. "It's actually quite nice outside to me." I lied with a smile.

  "Nice?!" He almost yelled. "It's winter."

  "Yeah, I uh- I like the cold." I sat in my seat.

  He raised his eyebrow and hugged the jacket to his body. "This jacket is warm," he smiled. "But it smells like you." He laughed.

  "Isn't that a good thing?" We both heard. We turned to see Namjoon and Jimin walk in the class together. Namjoon was smirking at Yoongi and Jimin was giggling as he sat down.

  "Why would it be?" Yoongi squinted at him.

  "I don't know, doesn't he smell good?"

  Yoongi fiddled with the jacket and looked down. "I mean, he doesn't smell bad." He puckered out his lips and mumbled.

  I smiled at him as he looked away. He just kept getting cuter and cuter by the minute.

"Bad boy, my ass." Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Jimin is more of a bad boy than you are."

  Yoongi looked offended and furrowed his eyebrows. "But Jimin is-" he stopped himself and looked up at Jimin with soft eyes.

  Jimin looked at him in confusion. He had never been nice to Jimin, so it was weird to see him look at him so apologetically. "Jimin, can I talk to you?" Yoongi asked quietly.

  Everyone in the room looked at each other in confusion. Yoongi wants to talk to Jimin? Like- without ripping off his head or insulting him?

  "Wha- For what?" Jimin stuttered.

  "Just come on," Yoongi stood up from his seat, grabbed Jimin and ran out the door.

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Yoongi's POV

I ran out of the door, dragging Jimin with me. He was about my size, so it wasn't hard to force him into the cold air of winter at the back of the school. "What's going on?" He asked.

I sighed and looked around to make sure that nobody was near us. "I'm sorry," I said. Jimin was taken back by my sudden apology.

He looked at me and tilted his head. "Sorry?" He questioned. "Yoongi, for four years you have called me names, beaten me up, left bruises on me, choked me, and you are the only person who did it. Your friends told you to stop, and what did you do?" He asked me.

"I-"

"You kept doing it." He cut me off. I hadn't expected him to make me feel so guilty for everything I had done. I looked down and sighed sadly before tears started forming.

"Jimin, you don't understand.."

"What don't I understand? He asked.

"You don't understand that ever since the eighth grade, I've been trying my best to make my dad happy with me." I said as my eyes started getting watery. "You told dozens of people that I was useless like my father is. But you didn't even know that I wasn't even acting like myself." I almost cried out to him.

"In the seventh grade, you told everybody that I liked you. You fucking outed me." I furrowed my eyebrows once I remembered middle school memories. It was all a mess.

Jimin and I were really close, and I was confused with everything. I had told him I had a crush on him, and he ran his mouth to everyone possible.. Including my father.

That was when I had to convince him that I wasn't like that. I had to pretend for years.

"We were best friends, you weren't supposed to- you shouldn't have done that." I sighed.

Jimin looked down at his little fingers and he sighed. "I'm so sorry," He said as he moved his hand to mine. He grabbed my hand and looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "Why would you want to be like your father? What's wrong with being you, Yoongi?" He asked.

My eyes widened and he made me snap.

He made me snap out of my made up world.

There's nothing wrong with me.

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I sat at my bed and took out a piece of paper and a notebook to write on.

  Here goes nothing.

  Dear Mom and Dad,

I love you both; you've kept a roof over my head and given me food to eat. Mom, you're the most loving person ever. Dad, I'm tired.

I'm tired of trying to be the perfect son that you love to have. I'm tired of you coming home once a week to tell me that I'm a mistake.

  I'm tired of pretending that I'm something that I'm not. I'm tired of pretending to be the Min Yoongi that you want me to be, dad..

I'm tired.

I don't like the way I'm living.

I don't like having to lie to your face and tell you that I'm just like you, because I'm not. I'm not you, dad. I'm Min Yoongi.

I'm the sweet boy from seventh grade. I'm the one who likes little stuffed animals with cute faces and I like to pet cats and I absolutely love to read and play piano.

That was the one thing that hadn't changed. I still play piano, whether you like it or not.

And whether you accept me or not, I'm gay.

I don't know what it is, but I can't stand girls. Just standing next to one and having to pretend that I like them sickens me.

Dad.. you sicken me.

And that's why I'm leaving.

Love,
Your Son, Yoongi.

~

Here we gooooo