𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

Revenge

Jimin sighs as he comes out of the bathroom, gazing around the corridor. It's a quiet day today. There's not many students wandering the halls, most are relaxing in their dorms. Jimin should be the same way, but he decided against it. He wanted to meet up with some friends and eat, maybe see if his favorite person is around. He's looking around everywhere for her, but she's no where to be seen. Great, looks like leaving his room was pointless since she's not here.

He goes down the hall with his phone in his hand, sighing and running his free hand through his locks. Today really isn't his day. His food was pretty gross, his princess isn't anywhere in sight, and his friends ignored him pretty much the whole time. Wonderful day, huh? Absolutely wonderful. He peers around one last time, then, he feels his phone getting snatched out of his hand. When he glances to see who took it, his heart flutters with joy. His princess is here.

"Gotta be faster than that Park," Y/n says before walking away. He stares at her, snickering. This little bitch thinks she can get away with it, huh? Jimin calmly walks after her, noticing how she seems completely confident that she'll get away. He grits his teeth and rounds the corner after her in time to get hit in the face with something cold. Jimin gasps as the water soaks his robes, laughter breaking out around him. He blinks, rubbing his eyes and noticing Jungkook standing there, snickering while holding a now-empty water bucket in his hands. Did these bitches just...?

Jimin almost growls but bites it back, glaring at the man. "Nice shot Kook," Y/n says, the best friends high-fiving and pissing Jimin off more. "Notice how I didn't ruin your phone," she adds with a sly smile. She sarcastically hands it back to him, Jimin wanting to yell at her, but he doesn't. Instead he grabs it and slips it in his pocket. Not that it matters much, he's drenched in cold water. Did it really have to be cold? Hell, where did they even get that much water? Whatever, not his problem right now.

He brushes himself off and goes back the way he came without a word. Jimin can almost feel their shocked gazes as he navigates to the bathroom he came out of a minute ago. Some are private bathrooms, some are the big stall types. He goes to the private one and locks himself inside. "This bitch," he mumbles while taking off his robes. Great, now he's stuck with what's underneath. The good news is that didn't really get wet, it was mostly his poor robes. So she took her revenge for what he did to her earbuds and phone. He can't even be mad - it was a smart play. Doesn't mean he's not upset that his robes are wet, but he can't blame her either. He'd be hypocritical to do so.

Jimin takes a few more minutes to compose himself before leaving the bathroom, groaning while thinking of everything that's happened today. So far he's been splashed in the face with water, had basically no fun with his friends, and the food he's had sucked. Literally this can't get any worse. To top it all off - he's only seen his princess once today. That's it. And it was her splashing him in the face with water. It's official - he hates Monday's.

The door clicks shut behind him as he walks down the hall, his robes folded and draped over his arm. He keeps a steady pace and ignores any looks thrown his way. However, there's one person he can't ignore. Jeon Jungkook. The taller man is walking towards Jimin, his hands balled into fists by his side. Jimin is strong, he knows that, he has training in several forms of martial arts, but Jeon Jungkook would kick his ass any day in a fight. That's the only reason why he never bothers his princess when Jungkook's around. He'll get his ass kicked and not in the fun way.

"Park Jimin, the most annoying motherfucker in the entire school," Jungkook says, stopping in front of him.

Jimin keeps his jaw set, a poker face on. "Where's the Gryff?"

"She has a name."

"To me she's 'the Gryff', now where is she?" he asks in the same stern voice he always uses around the obnoxious boy.

"She's on her way to class."

"Don't you have the same class as her?" Jimin asks with pursed lips.

"Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you first."

"Aw how sweet. I'm flattered, but I'm not gay."

"Shut up for once, I wanted to talk about Y/n."

Jimin goes still, trying to hide any emotion from his face. "What about her?"

"I want you to stay away from her."

"No," Jimin replies in an instant, "I've known her since I was a kid, she picks on me just as much as I pick on her, if anything you should be telling her to back off."

"She only fights back, you're the one who always fights first. She's doing self defense," Jungkook says.

"That anger isn't good for your skin Jeon, calm down, it's not like I've ever hurt her."

"Physically, sure, but what about mentally?" Jimin keeps his mouth shut. "You've done nothing but bully her on bad days even when she begs you to stop, and now you have the audacity to think you've never hurt her?" Jimin feels his heart sting at Jungkook's words. The younger of the two shakes his head. "It's only a matter of time."

"Until what?" Jimin can't help but ask.

"Until you hurt her physically too." Without another word, the Ravenclaw walks away.

He watches Jungkook go, still keeping his poker face on until the man rounds the corner. Luckily, no students are looking this way. His body softly shakes, his hands clenching in and out of fists. He hates Jeon Jungkook. How dare he tell Jimin to stay away from his princess as if they haven't been enemies for years. Jimin clenches his jaw at that thought. He would never, ever hurt her physically, ever. Why would he do that? He may pick on her and like competing with her, making fun of her too, but hurting? He'd never want to see bruises on her skin. Whether he caused them or not, he wants to see her healthy. Jimin sighs and peeks around. No one's paying attention to him for once. Wow. What a day.