Green With Envy || Yoonmin

8; "What the fuck"

"What the fuck." Jimin locks eyes with Yoongi, who responds with a devilish smirk before diverting his attention back to Seokjin, engaged in a riveting conversation.

Taehyung's jaw hits the floor, and he can't help but mutter, "Damn, someone fetch me a mop."

Jimin, unable to contain his frustration, erupts into a deafening scream, grabbing the attention of everyone in the bustling hallway. He swears he hears Yoongi snicker under his breath, that cocky little bastard.

"Just who the hell does he think he is?!" Jimin blurts out, his voice resonating through the air. Yoongi's vibrant green hair only seems to amplify his arrogance, making it impossible for anyone not to notice him.

Even Jimin himself can't tear his eyes away.

After serving detention yesterday, while Jimin retreated to his dorm room to rant about Yoongi to Taehyung and Jungkook. Jimin had vented about Yoongi's alleged "arrogance," although both Taehyung and Jungkook failed to see it. Nevertheless, they listened to Jimin's tirade, blissfully unaware of the recent hair-related drama.

Jimin had completely forgotten to inform them about the detention incident. So now, in their eyes, Jimin probably seems like an unhinged lunatic, irrationally losing his mind solely because Yoongi dyed his hair.

"You know, you're starting to give me stalker vibes with all that intense staring," Taehyung playfully nudges Jimin, unable to hide his amusement. Jimin simply rolls his eyes and continues his relentless gaze at Yoongi.

Somewhere in the distance, Yoongi stands alongside Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. Jimin notices the discreet glances Hoseok throws his way.

"You don't get it! Yesterday, he actually had the audacity to ask me about my favorite color, and I told him it's mint green. Now look at him! He's totally doing this on purpose!" Jimin exclaims, practically fuming with anger. Or perhaps it's just the sheer beauty of Yoongi's newfound hair color that ignites a fiery mix of emotions.

Somehow, his resentment towards Yoongi has reached an all-time high.

"Oh," Taehyung responds, his tone laced with amusement.

And let's not forget that infuriating smirk Yoongi flashed at him. He knows it gets under Jimin's skin, and he's shamelessly taking advantage of it.

But Jimin can't for the life of him predict where Yoongi is going with all of this. It's like trying to solve an riddle that just gets more confusing as time goes on.

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To say Jimin is distracted at dance class would be an understatement. Jimin was beyond that.

Usually, he is at the top of his class, alongside Hoseok, of course. He'd always perfect the moves first, and even try and teach it the other students. But today, something is different. His dance coach can tell, his dance mates can tell, and even Hoseok can tell.

It's like his mind is already occupied by something else. Something more important.

"No- Jimin, that's -" The dance teacher let's out a sigh as Jimin tumbles on the floor. "You know what, you should take a rest. I'm sure Hoseok will be more than willing to try this move."

With sweat glistening his forehead, clothes sticking to his body, and hair all over the place, Jimin decides it's better if he sits down for a minute. His body is aching, and so is his mind. Wiping his sweaty face with his shirt, he drops down on the hard floor, still panting.

He doesn't know what to do or how to feel.

He would be lying if he says he isn't thinking about Yoongi. Because at this very second, he sure as hell is thinking about Yoongi's gorgeous hands.

"Ughh," he groans to himself. What is he doing right now? He lifts his head up for a second and watches as Hoseok gets the dance move he has been struggling to perfect. And now everyone gets up and tries to do it after Hoseok's steps.

Jimin lets the random music and distant counting fade into the background as he picks up his phone.

"Pretty colors other than green" :He types into Google. It can't be that hard to find a new favorite color, right? And then Yoongi would be stuck with a meaningless hair color.