Falling For My Enemy ⚠️ [ On Hiatus]

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(A/n: I know you all mf skip the disclaimer 😒, but who am I complaining I would also skip that shit too 😁🔫)

Jimin pov.

My life was a wreck, and this was my current state of chaos.

I glanced around the gymnasium at my fellow classmates, as I pulled my strawberry blonde hair up into a messy bun. It was hard to be invested in any class when it felt like your life was crumbling around your feet. As if this period weren't useless enough, there was a professor today, which meant the gym was pretty much a free-for-all.

Mr. Ji chang wook, a frequent professor at Hybe, was notorious for maintaining a consistent lack of control in the classroom.

( A/n: I am a hoe for ji chang wook, I would sell my soul to be kissed by him.)

(Okay sorry, continue on the story)

The boys were currently playing a rather barbaric game of basketball-grunting and shoving, checking other guys into the ground. Meanwhile, a smattering of girls did their thing on the bleachers while the rest of us walked laps around the gym, pretending to "exercise" when really most of us were just gossiping and ogling the boys on the team.

Myself included.

And don't forget to add the pleasant smell emanating from the cafeteria across the hall. I mean, who doesn't like the smell of sweat and hot dogs?

Am I right?

Still, that didn't deter me from making my assessment as I strolled beside Yoongi and he chattered about the ball, to which I had yet to snag a date.

I allowed my gaze to drift over the boys-my prospects-mentally checking off the roster in my head.

kim Namjoon- taken. Besides, I preferred jocks.

Jogin kai-double taken.

Cha Eunwo. . .my gaze took an extra second to ponder his physique. He had the dark hair blue-eyed thing going for him, which I loved, but Hwang in yeop snatched him up earlier in the year when they ended their family feud.

Dang.

Who else. . .?

My gaze drifted right over yoongi. Yoongi's presence beside me served as a reminder that he, too, was unavailable handsome.

I made a final round with my gaze and paused when my eyes zeroed in on Jeon jungkook,

then I groaned.

Not him.

Anyone but him.

"Jimin, hello?" Yoongi snapped his fingers in front of my face. "I asked you a question."

"Oh," I tore my gaze away from Jungkook, grateful for the distraction. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch me staring.

He might think I liked the view, which I most certainly did not.

"What'd you ask me?"

"Still no date yet, to the prom?" Yoongi asked, blinking down at me.

"Nope. But I have more important things to worry about, like the fact that I have yet to hear back about early admissions at any of the schools I applied to."

Or the fact that my parents were on the verge of divorce. My family was falling apart, and I was helpless to stop it-just another cherry on top of the rapidly melting sundae that was my life.

Yoongi scrunched his nose. "Early admissions? I didn't realize you applied for any of those."

I grunted. Yoongi was great, but right now, I really need my best friend,