The Secret Life of Park Jimin/DISCONTINUED/

New student!

Jimin glanced down at the note in his hand again, delivered to his class by a TA. It was from Ms. Yim, telling him to come to the teacher's lounge before fifth period. So there Jimin was, tightening the straps of his backpack nervously.

"Ah, Jimin-ah!" Ms. Yim said, smiling as she opened the door to the teacher's lounge, a large stack of printed handouts in her arms, "Come on, we can walk to class together. I just wanted to go over a few things for the class.

"So, as you know, this class will probably be a lot more advanced than what you're used to. I understand that, so if you're feeling overwhelmed or swamped at any time, let me know so I can help you out and let you take a breather. I also want you to be in contact with your partner for this project, I really think he'll be able to help you as well."

"Ah, thank you!" Jimin exclaimed, smiling widely.

"Alright, well, best foot forward, here's the classroom!" She replied, opening up the door. Jimin followed behind, hands shaking a tiny bit. "Good morning class!" Ms. Yim greeted the class. Jimin shrank down behind her, not knowing what to expect from this more advanced class of upperclassmen. Ever since he'd been moved up to Music 2 the day before, he'd been worrying about how class would go, "We have a new student who will be joining us. Jimin, please introduce yourself."

Ms. Yim stepped aside to let all eyes fall on Jimin, who turned bright red. Yoongi, who was sitting in the back corner of the classroom, was pleased to see Jimin's eyes widened when he saw him.

"A-Annyong hasaeyo! I'm Park Jimin, year 1. I enjoy music and dancing, and I hope you all treat me well!" Jimin bowed the full 90 degrees, willing God to let his cheeks become less red. A few people started chuckling at the adorable freshman.

"Jimin, why don't you take a seat next to Huang Zitao?" Ms. Yim pointed to the second to last row of desks in the room. Jimin nodded and dragged his enormous back pack over, eagerly sitting down.

"Yeah, that's smart, put the poor kid next to the Chinese guy who can't speak Korean properly," Yoongi rolled his eyes, half glaring at the empty desk next to him.

"So, class, today, we'll be studying the entertainment industry of America through the 20th century," Ms. Yim began her lecture, pulling up a power point, "Then you'll get the chance to work on your projects. Just a reminder that this will make up a good portion of your semester grade, as it will show your ability to work on your feet and with people who you may not know."

Jimin nodded, determined to do well. He pulled out his brand new red notebook and began taking neat, precise notes on Ms. Yim's lecture. It was interesting, but not really what Jimin was into. He was more looking forward to the physical parts of the class.

About halfway through the class period, Ms. Yim ended her lecture and told everyone to find their partners to get started on their work. Jimin looked around awkwardly, pulling the beanie that he was wearing further down on his head.

He sat there, fiddling with his pens and notebook until Ms. Yim noticed the idle boy.

"Oh! Jimin! I forgot that you don't have a partner!" She said, patting him on the back, "I'm sorry about that, I even arranged for your partner. You'll be with Min Yoongi; he originally didn't have a partner, so it all works out."

Jimin's back immediately straightened and his eyes widened.

"M-Min Yoongi!?" He stammered, swallowing nervously.

"That'd be me, kid," Yoongi drawled from behind him, making Jimin jump slightly. He turned around in his seat to see Yoongi sitting there, a wide smirk on his face, "Turn your desk around so that we can start working."