𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐀

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-yoongi pov-

"So is there any chance of you liking this boy?"
Hoseok, who was my friend since, well, since I can remember, questioned writing his answer to the last question on his sheet of paper.

"No, although he is quite cute."
Hoseok looked at me in horror and sheer surprise as he dropped his pencil and began clapping, students around us gave annoyed looks causing me to hit his hand in order to stop him.

"Wow, who would've though that it would be me, Jung Hoseok, who was chosen to see the day Min Yoongi called someone cute."
He explained stifling a laugh.

"Don't be modest, I only said that-"

"No, don't come up with stupid excuses."
Hoseok shushed.

"Whatever, did you finish?"
I said, changing the subject.

"Of course I did, I always do."
He replied with a sheepish smile.

"Ok, then give me the answers."
I replied looking at his sheet of paper.

"Seriously Yoongi? After this Park Jimin intruded your life you stopped studying? I used to copy off of you and now look how the tables have turned."
Hoseok replied pulling the sheet of paper closer towards him.

"Stop trying to be poetic and give me the answers."
I replied, lowering my voice this time as the class teacher walked around our table.

"Fine."
Hoseok looked around the class before handing me the pice of paper, as much as I hate saying that Hoseok is right, he is, after Jimin and I were partnered up he has had an unusual effect on my simple life, and now, I couldn't even do simple tasks such as studying.

I looked down at Hoseok's answered and began writing them in my own sheet of paper, wrong, wrong, wrong, also wrong.

"Did you just put a random answer in?"
I questioned looking at Hoseok who had his phone out.

"No why?"

"Well, here you have written that the answer is 345, and you've just written all your answers as numbers."
I replied scrunching my nose.

"Yeah so? What's wrong with that?"
Hoseok looked at me genuinely confused as to why the answers he had written down were wrong.

"Well you idiot, this is a English test not maths, you dumb fuck."
I threw his paper back at him and decided it was better to actually answer the questions myself.

"I still don't get what's wrong with those answers."
Hoseok stated causing me to face-palm, I quickly finished and handed in my paper, Hoseok followed me and handed his own paper in earning a confused look from the teacher, he smiled and looked back at me.

I smiled back and looked around the class room for Jimin.

When I couldn't see his auburn hair anywhere, I looked back at my desk and frowned.

Strange, he should be here today.

I repeated that phrase over and over in my head for the rest of the day, I slowly walked towards the food technology room knowing that Jimin wouldn't be there, but as I had nothing to do and since Hoseok kept complaining that the teacher thought a maths class was an English one, I decided to walk towards the classroom early.

As I walked in my eyes met that of a familiar auburn haired boy.

"Jimin? Where the fuck were you for the whole day?"
I questioned walking towards the younger.

"I-I had to go somewhere."'
He replied standing up, clearly not expecting me to come to the class early.

"Right, I got the Matcha by the way so we can start soon."
I said, Jimin replied with a clearly fake smile.

"Is something wrong?"
I asked placing my bag down on the table next to him.

"Y-yes, actually Yoongi, I-"
Jimin stuttered trying to find the right words to say.

"What? Just spit it out already."

"I-"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry but I think I have fallen in love with you!"
He shouted quickly grabbing his bag and walking out of the classroom, students began to walk into the class filling up the classroom with laughing and gossiping students, my eyes softened as my lips twitched up into a smile realising what Jimin had said.

I walked out of the classroom earning shouts from my teacher saying that class has begun, I ignored them as I walked closer and closer to the main door not knowing where jimin could've disappeared to.

I opened the door only to smash them into a sobbing Jimin.

"Oh, I'm sorry are you ok?"
I questioned reaching out a hand so jimin could grab onto it and get up, he hesitantly grabbed it and I helped him up.

"Your not hurt are you? Do you need to see the nurse."
He shook his head as he pulled back his hand.

"It's okay Jimin, you don't have to be afraid of what I will say."
I said taking his hand in mine again.

"Now come on, we can talk about this later, we don't want to miss class, right?"
I asked tilting my head.

"Yeah."
Jimin replied softy.

"Oh and Jimin?"

"Yeah."

"I- never mind."

"Ok."

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