The Misfits

1

Jimin walked down the crowded school hallways looking at all the door numbers to find classroom 219 for his English 11 class. He is in 10th grade but is in a class higher due to the fact that he excelled in English. The Truth Untold the Incomplete blared through his head phones to ignore the obnoxiously loud conversation a group of freshmen were having in front of him. You may be wondering why he has to find his class room and not know where it is exactly, well it's simple really Jimin finds a route to get him to class and never strays from that so he doesn't know where all the classrooms are like most do.
"215...217...and 219," Jimin muttered to himself. He lowered down the volume of his music as he entered the class room putting his phone in his back pocket and taking one ear bud out letting it hang against his lower chest. Taking a quick look around he sees everyone lined against the wall talking to each other. He assumes that they are talking to their friends. He walks to the farthest corner from the door and stands there looking straight ahead waiting for the teacher to assign the seats. As the bell rings, the teacher stands up with a clipboard in hand.
"Alright, good afternoon everyone, last class of the day! God I miss my bed, anyway, I'm Mr. Shin but please call me Mr. S; it's easier," he walked to the first desk in the front by his desk. "I've prepared a seating chart so please come and sit when I call your name and please don't complain about your desk mates," he sighed before beginning to read out names, "Park Jisoo, and Park Chanyeol," next desk, "Choi Youngjae, and Lim Jaebeom," so on and so forth. "And lastly Park Jimin, Min Yoongi, and Jung Hoseok. You three have to sit together because there is an odd number of students."
Jimin sat in the chair that was closest to the wall pulling his bag on his lap to start taking out his pens of various colors and his 5 subject notebook that already had a cover filled with Taehyung's random thoughts and doodles. It was a tradition for them, they would draw and write on each other's notebooks because they rarely had the same classes; it was a way for them to feel less alone. Hoseok came over next quickly, taking the seat in the middle, Yoongi close behind. Yoongi slumped into his seat and looked at his boyfriend then down to his hand that rested on the table. Hoseok seemed to notice his stare because he laid his hand flat on the table with the palm up. Yoongi looked down shyly and placed his hand on top of Hoseok's and intertwined their hand pulling them closer to his body.
"Hello, I'm Hoseok and this is Yoongi!" Hoseok cheered, putting his non occupied hand out for a handshake directed to Jimin who was putting his bag on the ground.
"I'm Jimin and I'm aware of who you guys are, pretty sure everyone is," Jimin lazily said but still putting on a tight lipped smile that seemed uncomfortable.
"What grade are you in? I don't think I've seen you at the class meeting or did you transfer here?" Hoseok asked, turning his body to face more towards Jimin, hand still latched to Yoongi's.
"I'm a grade below," Jimin muttered out, fidgeting with his hands and shaking his leg.
"How'd you manage to get in this class? You must be super smart!" Hoseok continued, not noticing the boy's behavior.
"Babe, stop the questions you're making him uncomfortable," Yoongi finally spoke up, noticing the actions.
"Oh, sorry," Hoseok flashed an apologetic smile to the younger, turning around to face the front again, watching the teacher turn on the overhead projector.
"It's okay,'' Jimin muttered, hoping it was loud enough for the older one to hear. He didn't want to make him feel bad.
"Alright class, I know that it's the first day of school but I will be assigning something and it starts today. Our first unit is poetry. I know, I know you all did this last year so it should be easy, right?" Mr. Shin exclaimed, putting a little excitement in his voice to try and make it seem not so bad. He waited for a bit as the room went dead silent, "Alright then let's just go over what is expected for this project. The people you are sitting by are the people you will be working with. I want you to work together and write a poem that is about your feelings or specific to you as a group. If you want to act out your poem you can; you can put music to it, or you can simply read it. Be creative, have fun. I don't want you guys to hate this class just yet, that's for later. Alright, start getting to know each other and get to work and, please, Yoongi and Hoseok don't make out in my class again. That was traumatizing last year, save that for out of school," Mr. Shin let out, pacing around the classroom as he spoke.
"No promises, Sir," Yoongi said with a smirl resting on his perfectly sized lips. Hoseok turned a shade of red and turned to face Jimin once again. Jimin sat there with a disgusted look on his face.
"You guys really made out in class before?"
"It was one time and we didn't think he would turn on the lights in the middle of a movie," Hoseok frantically explained, not wanting to scare the younger one away.
"Right, well let's just get to work on the project. I was thinking that we can do a music thing because you guys can play instruments, I can dance. We just have to think of a topic for a poem," Jimin started to write down his ideas in his notebook in a yellow pen.
"You dance?" Hoseok asked, sitting straighter, pulling his hand from Yoongi's and resting his arm off the back of his chair, whole body facing Jimin now.
"Yeah," Jimin replied dryly.
"I'll write lyrics if you give me a topic and Joon can help with a beat," Yoongi piped in, picking at the frayed strings of his jeans.
"What dance do you do?" Hoseok inquires.
"A mix but I focus on contemporary and ballet."
"Ah, I do street and pop mostly. You must be really flexible," Hoseok said, scooting his chair a bit closer to Jimin so he could see the notes.
"I guess so, I've never really thought about it," Jimin mutters out, focusing on the finishing touches of his notes, "How about self love as a topic? Or fear of being yourself?"
"We have a non finished song we can use, just have to finish it," Yoongi answered without looking up from his phone.
"Okay," the youngest said, closing his notebook.
"We need more vocals for it. Jimin, can you sing?" Hoseok asked cautiously.
"I guess, I dont think I'm that good but we can ask Tae to help!" he started to get excited thinking about it.
"Alright. We can meet up at the cafe near the gas station later today to work on it," Hoseok says, "And bring Tae." Jimin nodded, pulling out his phone to message the latter.

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😍The tea is hot🍵

Jimin:
Tae i need your help for a project

Jimin:
Wait youre in gym right now never mind

Jimin:
Ill send it anyways you'll see it eventually

Jimin:
We have a project to do and we need you to sing for it and I know you will because you love me 💛💛

Jimin:
We're meeting at the cafe near the gas station later today to do it

Jimin:
Love ya solmie

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"Alright, I let him know. What time should we go?" Jimin asked looking up at Hoseok directly in the eyes.
"We can go right after school if you want. I can even give you a ride," Hoseok offered, a large smile adorning his face.
"You sure you don't mind giving us a ride?"
"Of course not," he cheered.
"As long as I get shotgun," Yoongi piped in.
"Always, love," with Hoseok's last statement the bell rang signaling the end of the day. "We'll meet you out in the parking lot. You go get Tae, yeah?" Hoseok called out, picking up his bag and handing it over to Yoongi. Yoongi walked behind his boyfriend, pulling both bags on his shoulders, putting his hands on both of his shoulders, slightly pushing down on him.
"See you later, Park," Yoongi muttered, wrapping his arms around Hoseok's neck. Hoseok's hands wrapped around the underneath of Yoongi's knees, hoisting him up. Hoseok muttered out a last goodbye. Jimin watched Yoongi kiss Hoseok's neck as they walked out. He sighed and threw his bag over his shoulder and walked out the door on a quest to find his best friend.