Can't stand you, Can't live without you

Chapter 3

Taehyung's point of view

"Alright, Taehyung, you got this," I muttered to myself as I geared up for another day at school. I made it there early, just in time to park my cycle. While securing my bike, I noticed Jimin's cycle nearby. An mischievous idea struck me, and without a second thought, I slyly punctured his tire with my trusty hand knife. A smug smirk played on my lips as I quickly made my way inside the school building.

Classes began, and I settled down next to Jimin, the usual routine playing out in a predictable manner. But just as lunch break approached, Jungkook unexpectedly pulled me aside, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "What?" I questioned, puzzled by his sudden urgency.

Jungkook gleefully flashed a stack of papers at me, his excitement palpable. "You're not going to believe this… look what I found," he whispered, handing over Jimin's assignments.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What are these?" I asked, eagerly snatching the papers from Jungkook's grip.

"They're Jimin's assignments," he revealed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Let's teach that midget a lesson," he suggested, and without hesitation, I gave him a triumphant high five.

The taste of revenge was sweet as we sauntered over to the school fountain and unceremoniously tossed Jimin's assignments into the water, our laughter echoing in the empty courtyard. It was a small victory, but it felt good to one-up Jimin for a change.

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, I confidently strode back to Jimin's table where he and his friends were deeply engrossed in their own conversations. As I approached, Yoongi, ever the observant one, quickly vacated his seat and made a beeline for Rosé, leaving a vacant spot beside Jimin.

I couldn't resist a cocky smirk as I coolly took Yoongi's place, relishing in the subtle power play.
"Man, this year's CSAT exam is going to be a tough one," Yoongi grumbled, poking at his salad during lunch. Jimin, ever the competitive spirit, chimed in with a smirk, "We better revise multiple times if we want to nail those grades. Gotta aim for perfection!" RM, always trying to include everyone in the conversation, turned to me and asked if I was considering taking the CSAT. But nah, my mind was set on a different goal – soccer. I wanted to be a big-time soccer player, nothing else mattered.

But of course, Jimin had to rain on my parade. "That won't be easy, And your dad? He's not gonna be too happy if you're just dreaming about soccer. You better start prepping for CSAT if you want any shot at a decent degree," he teased, probably thinking he was being helpful. I shot back, telling him he had no business talking about my future, and that I'd do whatever it takes to prove myself, even to my dad. Jimin just scoffed and went back to his notes.

Speaking of being prepared, I couldn't help but notice how Jimin was always glued to his laptop, even during our lunch break. "What's up with you constantly being on that thing, Jimin?" I asked, genuinely curious. His answer blew me away. "I'm prepping for CSAT, SAT, MCAT, LSAT, GMAT, GRE, IELTS, and the TOEFL," he listed off casually. I gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. How did he manage to juggle all that studying?

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, we quickly packed up our things and headed to our next class.

As I was strolling down the hallway towards our lockers, I caught a glimpse of Jimin nervously shuffling through his belongings at his locker. A mischievous grin found its way to my face as I continued on my way to the classroom, anticipating what was about to unfold.

After a few moments, Jimin entered the classroom and settled down beside me, his fidgety movements not going unnoticed. He kept checking his bag repeatedly, his legs tapping anxiously against the floor. Just as we were getting settled, our English teacher, Miss Emma, walked in and asked for the assignments from the previous day.