playboy | jikook

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'...i'ma say all the words inside my head;
i'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been... '

When Jimin went to school on the next day, boiling rage long ago dissipated into quiet irritation, he didn't quite expect all the stares and hushed comments at his direction.

'Guess yesterday's scene at the café didn't go unnoticed then', he thought as he quickly made his way towards his locker.

What he certainly didn't expect though was the neatly folded note im his locker.

After pointedly staring at the piece of paper in front of him for about a minute, he let out an exasperated sigh and opened it with only slightly shaking hands.

hi, it's jungkook again.

i think i owe you an explanation.

same place, same time.

hope you come.

Jimin slammed his locker's door so hard a group of freshmen nearby dropped their books in surprise.

"Oh, he will come," Hobi exclaimed, waving the note back and forth in front of a moping Jimin's face, "To your fucking funeral, Jeon Fuckkook."

"Fuckkook? Really, Hoseok?? That's all you could come up with??"

"Shut the fuck up Yoongi, no one likes you."

"Kids, kids!" Jin smacked Hobi on the head and snatched the note from his hand, returning it to Jimin. "Stop fighting and think of how to help our poor boy here!"

"I don't need help," Jimin grumbled, rolling his eyes, "I'll just ignore it because we all remember what happened the last time I agreed on meeting him, don't we??" He pointedly raised his eyebrow at Hoseok.

"What if he really wants to explain himself?" Namjoon chimed in for the first time since the start of the conversation, his eyes peeking over his Physics book, "I mean, he could've been held back or something, who knows?"

"You're only saying this because you're secretly a hopeless romantic!" said Hoseok, earning a disapproving look from Seokjin.

"I'm not a--"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Yoongi cut him out, standing up and putting all his trash from lunch on his tray, "Just go, Jiminnie. What could possibly happen? At most Loverboy won't appear again and that's it. It's not a big deal."

Jimin huffed, "Yeah, easy for you to say."

At the other boy's bored expression he  exclaimed, "What about my pride?!"

"Has a point." mumbled Namjoon.

"Jimin, honey, pretty sure you lost your pride when you let him fuck you at that party."

They were all thankful for the smack Yoongi received from Jin for that.

Jimin splashed his face with cold water.

"C'mon, Jimin, you can do it." He tried to sound encouraging, but his eyes in the mirror held uncertainty. "Not that big of a deal, right?"

He really didn't know if he wanted to cry, punch someone or just go back home and pull a "Boys Over Flowers" marathon while avoiding the world's shit.

He had purposely arrived 5 minutes late - so 1)he wouldn't be the one waiting like an idiot and 2)he would see if there was someone waiting at all.

No one. Nothing. Nada.

Jimin was just getting ready to give up and go home when he spotted a tall figure walking in his direction.

He was going to thank the Gods above before he spotted exactly who was making their way towards him.

Leather jacket. Ripped jeans. Messy dirty-blond hair. Bone structure from heaven.

Kim Taehyung.

Aka Jeon Jungkook's best friend, main homie and bad boy extraordinaire.

Jimin dropped his bag on the ground  his shoulders slumped.

'I'm so fucked.'

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no i still havent abandoned this piece of shit lmao
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