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Jimin- Coffee

 You shook the snow off your jacket before shoving it in your locker, taking in a deep breath as the cold air from outside was still lingering.

"Y/N!" You heard a voice call from a little ways down the hallway.

You turned to see one of your friends running for you, not bothering on saying sorry to the people she was walking with her scarf half off her neck. You let out a laugh as she finally reached you, taking a deep, dramatic breath.

"I, being the amazing person I am, want you to have this." She handed you a paper coffee cup.

"Thanks." You snickered, taking in from her hand and weighing it for a second. "You drank half of it already." You gave her a look.

"Well do you want the other half or not?" She scoffed, resting her hands on her hips.

You laughed again, rolling your eyes at her as you closed your locker, turning to walk with her to class. Because the hallways were very crowded and loud, there was no way you could have heard the boys rough housing behind you.

The moment you turned around you were met with someone knocking into you rather hard. The cup flew out of your hands, and despite having a lid, exploded all over your shirt. You let out a light gasp as you looked down, now having the attention of the boy that bumped into you.

"Aish," He ruffled at his hair. "Ah, i'm really sorry."

"Don't worry about it." You brushed off as your friend tugged at your hand trying to get you to the bathroom. "It's not the end of the world." You looked up to smile at the boy, but then held it in your throat.

"Really, i'm sorry." You found yourself looking eye to eye with a smirking Park Jimin. Well, eye to eye wasn't really accurate. His eyes were drifting a little farther down where the coffee had soaked your shirt.

You knew who Jimin was, actually a lot better than most. You grew up across the street from him and you two would play all the time as kids. You went to elementary school together, but then split ways in middle school. He stopped talking to you, not that you minded much. You were never one to dwell on a relationship like that. You honestly forgot he was a person until high school where you saw he became a grade A fuck boy.

He would catch your eye in the hallway sometimes, flashing you a smile, which you simply rolled your eyes to. You avoid him as much as you possible could.

"Really, it's fine." You spat, glaring hard at him not even looking at you. You snapped your fingers right in front of his face, getting him to finally look up.

"Here." He grinned low, slipping off his blazer. "You can wear this for the day."

"I'd rather tape my math book to my chest, thank you though." You gave him a tight smile, sarcasm dripping in your voice.

Some of his friends standing behind him let out a whistle, hitting him lightly in the shoulder as you let your friend drag you off. God he really pissed you off with how he acted, like he was the goddamn king of everything. He was nice, and cute when we were little. Guess not all people get better with age.

Thankfully, your friend had an extra sweater with her which you wore for the rest of the day. You didn't have any classes with Jimin, thank god. He would have been giving you that stupid look of his all day if you did, and you thought you might have done something to get you suspended.

You fiddled with your phone as you waited for your friend by your locker. We were going to go back to her house to wash the shirt, knowing your mom would throw a fit if she saw it stained with coffee.