"No road is long with good company."
-Turkish proverb
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"where do we start?" Jimin asked in a clean voice. Eyeing the male next to him from time to time. He was trying to act normally in front of the other boy, but why was he trying to act normal? Wasn't he always normal?
Ah fuck it.
The professor had just finished explaining about their country, the key points required, and necessary pattern of information, and was soon hovering over the other pair. Jimin was trying to listen to what was he saying, but kept getting distracted by the lip biting of the boy beside him. He would shoot occasional glances towards yoongi, never staying over than a second. Yoongi was conscious about the actions of the shorter male. Although this was a frequent thing in his life and he would snap at the person staring, he couldn't help feeling something in his stomach. Probably those thick pancakes he ate that morning.
"You are the boss. I didn't understand shit of what he just said." Yoongi stated in a matter of factly tone. His eyes trying to note every detail of the former's face.
"Then i suggest we research first about the history of Portugal, and then divide it in the sub - headings of living, administration, politics, and economy of that time." jimin said in an obvious tone. He noted that yoongi was the type who was not interested in studies. No wonder he looks lazy, sluggish and cold.
"Yeah whatever. Its not like i am going to do it anyways." said yoongi in a causal tone.
"what!?" Jimin's face scrunched up at what the latter just said. " i am not going to do this alone. This is not about my marks only, alright. You are not some kind of special personality, that you can get privileges of getting your work done from people." jimin said clear and straight.Not an inch of expression was visible on yoongi's face. He brought his arms and intertwined them behind his head. The buff muscles brushing past his dirty gray hair occasionally, as he closed his eyes for a while before speaking. "calm down nerdy boy, its just a little project, no need to get worked up so much."
This is unbelievable, thought jimin.
"ok let me get this straight with you. First of all, i am not a nerd. Secondly, if this project was some little shit, then why do you think the professor made us in pairs huh?" jimin was glaring at yoongi, but it seemed to have no effect. The only action he was doing was flexing his muscles from time to time.
What a show-off. Jimin thought, but he knows that he has a kink for buff guys. So he couldn't help eyeing those lumps of skin sometimes. But right now thats not important. This new kid was going to make jimin his maid! Hah the audacity! He cannot let everyone order him around, as if the bullying was not enough. Has everyone taken him from granted? No bestie, not happening this time.
"This is a collective project. I m not going to do anything single - handedly. If you are so lazy then forget it, i will talk it out with the professor about this, and then the zero is all yours. And please put your balloon arms down." Jimin stood up from his chair, not looking back after the last remark. But he was proud of the fact that he could speak without stuttering in front of the intimidating male, and made his way to the cafeteria.
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Then there was taehyung who was in deep conversation with jeon. The country they were given was spain. The moment taehyung had laid eyes on jungkook he had felt his cheeks heat up.
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