first death シ jihope ✧

3

Jimin

After Jimins meeting with Taemin, Hoseok has been giving him hell.

On Jimins first day he got the dance uniform and was able to dress out, even tho he was going to watch and try to practice the routine on the sidelines.

After practice Jimin followed the sweaty boys into the locker room, he found his bag to be missing. He had to stay in his sweaty clothes that clung to him until he was able to locate his bag in the trash can.

He could hear Hoseok laugh with his friends earning a hiss from Taehyung, a slim boy with dirty blonde hair.

He helped Jimin retrieve his items from the trash can and they began to become really good friends.

The next day Jimin showed to practice it wasn't as bad as the first, only having Hoseok step on and trip him during the routine, making it look like it was an accident and he was just out of place.

Jimin started growing more frustrated with the elder as he sly-lied smiled at the younger.

Jimin didn't understand Hoseoks vendetta against him. The other members didn't even mind him there, the worst they did if they didn't care for him was not talk to him aside from Hoseoks little friends that followed him where ever he went, laughed whenever he laughed and basically did everything he did as shadows. Jimin hated them.

Taehyung decided to have his fun with the group as well, mocking them and making their ears pink whenever they messed up, earning cold stares from Hoseok. As if that couldn't have made the practice worse.

It was almost time to leave when Taemin had gathered the attention of the boys.

"Jimin, since today has been a little rough I had decided," he paused look at Hoseok and then back at Jimin, earning a worried look on Jimins face, "Hoseok, you will teach Jimin the routine in after school hours."

"You're fucking kidding me." Hoseok hissed.

"It's the only solution since you are so dedicated to the dance team." Taemin teased with a wink.

"I'm sorry but I'm not doing that, he can learn on his own, or better yet just leave in the first place." Him and his friends started whispering and laughing.

"Well then you can just not dance for competitions." Taemin dismissed and then walked into the office.

"Come on!" Hoseok shouted, following Taemin into the office.

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged looks of shock.

"I have a feeling Taemin did that on purpose." Taehyung said with his lips pursed.

Jim in nodded, his lips in a thin line watching the door waiting for the two to come out.

Only Hoseok came out groaning and slugging towards Jimin.

"I'm only doing this because I won't be able to dance, I don't know who you think you are coming in here, making everyone love you and embarrass me but i'm still going to be your worst nightmare Park Jimin." He spat and handed Jimin a piece of folded paper.

"Hey why don't you quit being such an asswipe." Taehyung whined earning Hoseok holding up a hand of dismissal on his way to the locker rooms.

Jimin unfolded the paper revealing a phone number, most likely Hoseoks if he hadn't wrote a random number down as a prank.

He flipped the paper with his index and middle finger to show Taehyung in which he let out a small giggle.

"Well you guys are going to have some fun after school." He teased.

That worried Jimin. Would he even teach him the routine or just pretend he did to Taemin?

Jimin put the number in his phone and texted a quick 'Hey it's Jimin.' so maybe he could get back to him.

Almost instantly he got a text,

'Meet me after school by the east dorms entrance 6:00pm sharp. Don't be late."

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sorry this chapter is a little bad but i have a lot of motivation for this book <3