One-Shot Stories

1. Rival (Jimin X Reader)

The fluorescent lights of the school library hummed, casting a sterile glow over the rows of towering bookshelves. I, Y/N, was perched on a wobbly chair, surrounded by a chaotic mess of textbooks and scribbled notes. My brow was furrowed in concentration as I wrestled with a particularly complex physics problem.

Suddenly, a deep voice cut through the quiet. "You know, you're approaching that problem all wrong."

I snapped my head up, startled. A boy, impossibly handsome even with a scowl etched on his face, was leaning against the bookshelf next to me. His dark hair was styled in a messy, boyish way that I couldn't help but find endearing, though I tried my best not to let it show. He had captivating eyes – deep, dark brown pools that seemed to hold secrets.

"Excuse me?" I retorted, my voice sharper than intended. I didn't appreciate strangers meddling in my academic affairs, especially not someone who looked like he could care less about studying.

"The formula you're using is inefficient," he explained, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Try applying Newton's Second Law. It'll make things a lot simpler."

"I don't need your help," I stated, my chin lifting in defiance. "I'm perfectly capable of figuring this out on my own."

He chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Suit yourself. But don't come crying to me when you fail the exam."

"I won't," I replied, my voice laced with a touch of sarcasm. "And don't worry, I doubt I'll need your pity."

He just shrugged, that infuriating smirk still lingering on his lips, before strolling away, leaving me fuming. Who did he think he was? I was a top student in this school, always at the top of my class. I did not require assistance from arrogant boys who thought they were better than everyone else.

He was Jimin, everyone knew that. The 'cool kid', Jimin. The notorious troublemaker, the campus legend, a magnet for attention and mischief. His grades were... inconsistent, to say the least. He was the complete opposite of me—a whirlwind of chaos and energy that contradicted my structured, methodical life.

Our initial encounter was, in essence, the start of an unspoken rivalry. It didn't take long for it to become a full-blown war of wits. In every class, every quiz, every assignment, we found ourselves pitted against each other, vying for the top spot. It was a battle of brains and pride, fuelled by a mix of annoyance and... something else.

I found myself constantly thinking about him, his infuriating confidence and playful jabs. It was a frustrating feeling, one that I furiously denied. I hated that he got under my skin so easily.

"Hey, Y/N," Jungkook, my best friend since childhood, grinned as we walked home together one afternoon. "Saw you and Jimin going head-to-head in physics class again. You two are like fire and ice."

"He's annoying," I grumbled, shoving my hands into my pockets. "He thinks he's so smart."

Jungkook chuckled. "You two are kind of cute together, though. Like, in a frenemy kinda way."

"Don't be ridiculous," I scoffed, blushing. There was no way I would ever find that arrogant goofball cute.

The days bled into each other, filled with the familiar routine of school, studying, and avoiding Jimin as much as possible. But our rivalry was like a magnet, constantly pulling us together. We'd find ourselves in the same library, at the same study group, always trying to outsmart each other. It was an exhausting, exhilarating dance of minds.

One evening, after a particularly stressful day of exams, I was completely drained. As I walked home, lost in thought, I bumped into someone. I stumbled back, my books scattering across the pavement.