JinMin | Our Night to Your Night (Prequel)✔️

Eighteen

The year was 2019, and the guys were meant to be starting school in the tenth year. They had moved into a nice house— Taehyung's friend is rich, apparently. Though they had money, they could never afford a place like this. So Jimin wasn't exactly complaining too much, considering it was so fancy.

It had been a long time since Jimin had lived in a house, always in apartments. So this was a plus.

Getting into school was easy. Brighton High School was small, and Jimin knew exactly how to make fake IDs by now. There were no problems, as usual, getting into school and acting like a bunch of teenagers; especially Jungkook, who still acted like a teen.

The first day of school was not exactly what Jimin was expecting, though.

It had been so, so many years. Jimin had walked into the door of his classroom, the one he and his two friends were to be settled in, but Jimin halted as his eyes landed on a person sitting at one of the desks. His halt resulted in Jungkook bumping into the back of him, a huff as he accidentally did so.

"What is it, hyung?" the younger asked.

That was the breaking point— At the name, the person that Jimin was staring at suddenly locked eyes with him, his head raised up so quickly and Jimin forgot that he was supposed to pretend breathing.

Soft, brown eyes. Jimin had hardly recognized him at first. His hair was cut so short, fluffier than what Jimin remembers. But his face was exactly the same, eyebrows creased together, clothes fitting him perfectly— something Jimin never thought he'd see him in, that something being a school uniform.

"Oh," Jimin could hear Taehyung's soft voice from behind him.

He blinked about a million times, then inhaled deep. It was hard to act so humanly in such a situation, but Jimin had to get himself together. Even as his eyes met another set of familiar dragon-like eyes, he had to force himself to walk away, dragging the little one behind him by his arm.

As he walked by, Jimin gripped tighter onto Jungkook. There was no way this was happening. Jimin had forced himself to forget about that era in his life. Why are they here? What're they in school for?

Jimin sat in a desk as far away as possible, noticing Taehyung's anxious eyes as he sat next to him and Jungkook's confused, curious eyes as he realized that something was up.

Something is up.

Jimin knew better than to come anywhere near the roots of his vampire-life. He knew that there would only be more trouble when he decided to agree upon moving to close to Busan, where he was born in. And Judging by Taehyung's sorry look in his eyes, he seemed to know as well. This is territory versus territory at this point.

Which is no good.

Even so, Jimin eyed his ex at the front of the classroom. He watched Seokjin. Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok. It's odd to say, but Jimin feels something deep within him. Something reassuring, knowing that all of his past friends are still here, still alive, still together. They deserve to be friends and stay friends.

However...

Who is the boy sitting in front of Seokjin? And why is he turned around, talking with Seokjin? No, what Jimin really means to ask is why do I even care? Right?

He remembers everything so slowly as he watches Seokjin laughing too lightly at the unknown person in front of him. Jimin had been depressed, loathing his vampire life and hating that he left his family. His depression was what resulted in Seokjin falling out of love with him. His depression was the cause of Jimin's sudden 'hatred' towards his ex.

If Seokjin fell out of love with Jimin, is the boy in front of him... his boyfriend? Did Seokjin fall in love with him instead? That's why he left him, right?

Who the fuck even is that boy?

Black hair, deep chuckle, a deep voice, cat-like eyes. Jimin squinted at him from across the room. He seems to already know Seokjin and his friends. Either they had met him at this school, or this is Seokjin's boyfriend, right? He... is he a vampire as well?

"Jimin," Taehyung whispered. It earned narrowed eyes, but the younger merely huffed back at him. "Don't stare."

"Whatever," Jimin spit out. "I don't give a damn what he does, Tae. You don't have to worry about me." He took his eyes off of Seokjin, and suddenly it all came back. The hatred, annoyance, the growl in his voice as he spoke about Seokjin; and again, it was all fake, just like it had been before.

He never had a right to be angry.

So why is he still pretending?

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