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Park Jimin and Min Yoongi always sat together in their shared classes, always. They were inseparable, like twins. They always hung out, slept over at each other's places six times a week, sometimes seven times. Their parents never understood how the two never got tired of each other, and honestly, the two boys didn't understand either.
Yoongi always felt so lucky to have Jimin as his bestie, mostly because the other boy was so kind and fun to hang around, but also because Jimin cared so deeply about Yoongi.
In class, Jimin has literally stood up to defend his best friend's frequent restroom use to the teachers who just wouldn't get it.
Yoongi had a very small bladder, which caused him to pee ridiculously often, even though he didn't drink a lot.
For Yoongi, the idea of trying to explain his little bladder issue to teachers felt humiliating, and the boy knew that adults never really believed that he had to go and pee so much, they probably thought he wanted to skip class. So for Jimin to take it into his own hands felt like a blessing.
Today was the last day of school before summer break. The two boys sat in their last class of this year, patiently waiting for the clock to tick a tiny bit faster.
“And the right way to go around this problem is by taking this-” The teacher looked at his clock and smiled. “Look at that, I think we can round it up here.”
The class immediately understood that the clock had ticked its last important seconds for the day.
“I wish you all a fun and refreshing summer break.” Their teacher said before the students started leaving.
Yoongi and Jimin made their way into the corridors, people constantly trying to get past them to get out of the building that now felt even more like a jail cell.
“I need to… pee.” The older confessed shyly, feeling a bit like an annoying burden, even though he knew he wasn't.
“That's okay.” Jimin reassured, automatically following Yoongi towards the restrooms. The hallways of the school were noisy from the last remaining teens, which was a tiny reason Jimin decided to accompany Yoongi.
Once they entered, Yoongi was already desperate to go. He grabbed his crotch and walked into an empty stall, pulling his pants down enough to free his dick. The stream was strong and filled the room with the sound of water splashing against water. He stifled a whimper, already feeling embarrassed about Jimin hearing him.
The door to the restroom opened and a student walked inside, throwing a quick eye at the open stall where Yoongi stood.
Jimin quickly closed the door so the handsome guy couldn't look at the poor boy.
“Whatcha lookin at?” Jimin sneered at the guy, crossing his arms in his oversized hoodie.
The guy looked at Jimin with a small smile. “Your friend… he doesn't close doors after himself?”
Yoongi heard the guy clearly, and he felt so embarrassed.
He sometimes forgot, or didn't have time to close the door after himself, due to how badly he needed to relieve himself, leaving him with an open stall door.
“Mind your own business!” Jimin barked, his tiny fists shook and his face burned from irritation.
The guy didn't answer, instead walking into an empty stall and closing the door after himself.
Yoongi zipped up his pants after shaking, pushing the stall door open to see his friend on the other side.
“Come, let's go.” Jimin said clear as day, taking Yoongi's little hand in his own. They walked out of the restroom, and finally out of the school building.
The two made their way to Jimin's parents house, taking the bus. Yoongi looked out of the window, watching the houses and trees move past rapidly.
“Yoongi?” Jimin spoke up, leaning back into the hard seat.
“Mhm?”
“I have to… do you want to watch The Roundup one?” He changed the subject, not wanting to worry Yoongi right now, as that could make his bladder freak out.
“Yes.” The other agreed, smiling carefully. He could tell that something was wrong, but he didn't press the issue.
The movie was as good as it always had been, and they decided to watch the second movie as well. Yoongi had forgotten about the strange scenario on the bus, until Jimin spoke up during the first half.
“I have to tell you something.” He said, not looking away from the screen.
“What?” Yoongi swallowed hard, clenching his hands.
“... My parents are moving to the US this summer… and I’m not allowed to stay here with my other family… I need to come with them.”
Yoongi felt his vision narrow and he suddenly felt very dizzy.
“I wish I could stay here with you, I really do.” Jimin's voice sounded thicker, shakier.
“You- can't leave.” Yoongi turned to look at him, at his childhood friend. “You can't.” His eyes teared up and breathing became more of a chore.
“I'm sorry. I don't want to leave either, but I have to, Yoongi.” Jimin cried, not being able to hold himself together anymore. He had known about this for months, and it had teared on him daily. “I want to stay.” He hugged the other boy, feeling him hug back. “You don't understand how much I will miss you.”
“I…” A lump formed in his throat, making his voice give out, so he stayed silent.
It was the first day of school after the summer break, and Yoongi was completely on his own this time.
He hadn't seen his friend in a month, and it was tearing on him badly. Yoongi wouldn't call himself “social”, but a friend was still something he needed to have, and not only to help him with his problem.
Yoongi sighed, walking past his locker to attend his first class of the year, alone. He sat down in the back, feeling that well known lump form in his throat.
Students slowly started to fill the empty chairs, increasing the volume in said room as well.
The boy looked down at his skinny thighs, contemplating on leaving school to stay at home for the remaining day. But he didn't have enough time to think about that. The chair beside him was pulled out and someone sat down, putting their bag down underneath the desk, close to Yoongi's shoes.
Yoongi didn't look at the person, because he didn't want to draw attention to himself. But the itch to know who would genuinely decide to sit down beside him was eating him alive.
The teacher walked inside, starting his lecture.
It took around 5 minutes before the boy felt the familiar fullness and pressure in his bladder. His body always seemed to sense when he probably wouldn't be allowed to use the restroom. And the dreading thought of having to, for the first time in a very long time, having to excuse himself in front of everyone in his class felt mortifying.
He decided to keep quiet, to make time go. He waited, and waited. 10 minutes passed and his bladder was throbbing inside of his small body. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his side of the shared desk. If he asked the teacher, 5 minutes into the lesson, the teacher would have said no, surely. But now, 15 minutes in, the teacher might say yes and let Yoongi go.
The boy finally raised his hand, interrupting his teacher.
“Yes, Min?” The teacher asked, knowing exactly what the student would ask, as this wasn't the first time.
“Can I… can I please use the restroom?” His voice was so quiet that it was hard to hear, even in the deadly silent classroom.
“Min… couldn't you have used the restroom before my class?” The man asked, crossing his arms. Yoongi knew he would sound like a kid if he started arguing with the ‘but I didn't need to pee then.’. So he didn't say anything and the teacher ignored him, continuing the lesson.
Yoongi shut his eyes, lowering his head as he pressed his hands against his forehead. He needed to pee, so freaking bad at this point. His eyes watered, if Jimin was here, he would of yelled at the teacher for not letting Yoongi go.
The pressure built up, making Yoongi move a hand down to press against his dick, trying to hold it inside for just long enough. But he knew deep inside that he couldn't physically make it. A little over 20 minutes remained of the class.
Yoongi hadn't noticed how the guy beside him was openly looking down at the hand on his junk. He was a hundred percent focused on the feeling of piss pushing its way through his urethra, ready to wet his underwear.
He quickly tightened his grip on himself when the first stream of pee came out of his dick, wetting him.
The guy beside him understood that Yoongi was wetting himself, or at least about to. He did the only thing he could think of doing, and raised his hand.
“Yes, Kim? Any questions?” The teacher asked. Yoongi looked up for the first time in minutes and finally turned his head, seeing Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung wasn't a very special guy, if you ignored his looks and popularity. He was the guy the popular kids invited to parties, the guy people went to for alcohol and drugs, the rich guy with connections.
“Please let Min go to the restroom.” Taehyung said, not caring that others looked at him.
“What?” The teacher felt confused, never having experienced another student, except for Jimin, to stand up to someone like this.
“Min has to use the restroom, like he requested a few minutes ago. I think it's sick to deny someone the right to be able to just go and take a piss, honestly.” He continued, staring at the man. Taehyung remembered the last school day of last year, how he had seen Yoongi so desperate to pee that he had forgotten to close the door.
The teacher looked at Yoongi, little Yoongi who had tears in his eyes and who had a deep blush on his cheeks from humiliation.
“Fine, Min, go. But I expect it to take less than 5 minutes.” The teacher gave up, watching as Yoongi left, his hand still pressing hard against his dick.
“Thank you sir.” The boy said as he walked past the older man.
The walk to the restroom felt like hell. The ache was intense and the muscles in his body were about to give out from exhaustion.
The dumbest thing that the brain could do, for Yoongi, was the fact that when you were about to go to the toilet or thought about a toilet or even saw a toilet, the brain always went “oh, now we can finally pee.” and the fight to hold yourself became increasingly more difficult. Yoongi was going through that just now.
He closed the stall, jumping in place as he tried his best to open his pants. He cried out, feeling the first drops of pee leak into his boxers and before he could grab his dick to aim it down into the toilet, it fucking exploded with a stream of fresh, hot piss, completely soaking Yoongi's boxers.
“No, no, no.” Yoongi whined, pulling down his pants and boxers and letting the rest of his bladder empty wherever his dick was currently pointing, which happened to be the toilet seat and floor.
He grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and dabbed the wet spot on the inside and the outside of his underwear, feeling panic rise inside him.
The stain felt like ice cubes against his skin as he let go of the waistband, covering himself up. He looked down, seeing a puddle right beside the toilet and pee drops on the toilet seat. He sighed, wishing Jimin was there to tell him that nothing was wrong with him and that accidents could happen.
It took more than 5 minutes for him and once he got back to the classroom, the lesson was almost over. After class, he was stopped by the teacher.
“It's not good for you to skip class.” He said, fully believing that Yoongi, little Yoongi who hated skipping classes, would do that.
“I didn't skip… I had to… pee.” He said, not being able to look at the man.
“Really? It took you 10 minutes to pee?”
“...” Yoongi's eyes teared up. He was alone with the teacher, completely alone, but it was still so embarrassing to tell the truth. “I had an accident…” He whispered.
“An accident? You peed your pants?”
Yoongi teared up more and nodded, wiping his eyes. The teacher didn't know what to say to the teen, so he let him go.
Outside of the classroom stood Taehyung, waiting for Yoongi to come out.
“Did he say something?” The taller asked, seeing the wetness in his eyes.
“Yeah…” Yoongi answered, not looking up.
“Ignore him okay.” Taehyung said, which felt so odd. Why was Taehyung standing up for Yoongi? They were strangers and so different from each other, both in rank and personality.
“Thank you.” The shorter said, not even wanting to imagine the scenario that would have unfolded if Taehyung hadn't spoken up before.
“No problem. It’s so shitty that teachers can say no to such a basic human need.”
Yoongi finally looked up at Taehyung and their eyes met.