Jinkook Shorts

37. Love or hate college?

"Fuck, I hate college." Jungkook slumped down on the chair. When he finished high school, he thought that's it, now life will be easy.
He's going to college after all. Late night parties, skipping classes with his friends, just all college stuff. Chill life.

What he didn't expect was one after another hectic days, long ass classes, bundles and bundles of never ending assignments, annoying professors, show-off classmates and what the hell not.

His train of thoughts stopped by the screeching of chair next to him and without wasting a second he threw his bag on it, pulling the plastic chair closer to his side, "It's taken." He almost yelled.

"Nobody's sitting here, Jungkook." Namjoon stood there with an open mouth, amazed at the ultra speed the younger just worked.
He should use it in doing college work too.

"Just take another seat Namjoon hyung. That chair is reserved for Seokjin hyung." Jimin clarified.

Oh! "Makes sense." He nodded moving to sit beside Yoongi.

"Gross."

Jungkook glared at Taehyung, "it's not gross. Saving a seat for your partner is called true love."

"Who said that?" Jimin frowned.
He's damn sure he has not come across this quote in at least all the books he has read. And when he tells he's read many, he's not lying.

"Me. Who else? God you're so stupid."

"Excuse me –"

Their attention diverted towards the entrance of cafeteria where the barging of doors echoed in the room.
"Uh oh, what happened?"

"Don't know."

"It's Jin hyung." Hoseok hissed.

Taehyung smacked him on the shoulder, finger on his lips to signal 'shut the fuck up'

Seokjin stood there eyes roaming around the hall, jaw clenched tight as he raised his basketball t-shirt up. "Which fucker did this?"

In the quietness around, his calm voice thundered. The shirt in his hand was torn at several places, stained in different hues, ruining the whole white fabric.

"He looks angry." Namjoon said.

"He looks hot."
The whole gang turned to stare at Jungkook who sat there, eyes a bit dazed but there was a proud look on his face.

Yes, he's feeling angry too. Whoever ruined his boyfriend's shirt is surely a fucker and he or she surely deserved a punch or two too.
But that doesn't mean he can't compliment him. He's stating facts, anyway.

"Are you really –"

Jimin once again got cut off when a brash looking boy stood up from a few tables away from them, "I did. Any problem?"