black blood

thirteen

it had been about a week since jimin last interacted with yoongi. the older was avoiding him, he could tell

but he knew it was a bit hard since they were partners in dance class.

however, he managedto avoid jimin in that case too.

he told jimin to record his own dance and take credit for the choreography so he didn't have to do anything.

at first he was going to argue, but for some reason he was sympathetic.  

jimin met up with jungkook in his next class; language arts.

there was about thirty people in that class, which meant for their newest project there would be fifteen groups of two.

each person had to pick a partner that they didn't know very well.

since jimin and jungkook met not too long ago, they were qualified to be partners.

once they found their seats, they decided not to do the work because jungkook could get a pass so they could work on it together.

jimin propped his feet up on the desk, relaxing.

he knew procrastinating doing his work in class was probably a bad idea granted he was trying to get his grades up, but he convinced himself he would do it during study hall.

his grades were actually going a lot better, and he was just as popular as before but he didnt have to fuck a bunch of people to get there.

it made him feel a lot better.

"I forgot to ask, but how has it been being alone with yoongi?" jungkook asks him suddenly. he hasnt forgotten, it was drilling a whole in his brain every time he thought about the things the two could do while theyre alone.

"hes not too bad. I mean I only talked to him the first day and hes been ditching ever since then, but when I talked to him he wasnt as bad as I thought," jimin responds nonchalantly.

"ah," jungkook says. he knew jimin would say that. he was kind of friends with yoongi, and he knew he truly wasn't too bad. but he didnt want jimin to realize thatand fall for him.

"still, I don't see why people are so in love with him," he says, and jungkook feels hope erupting in his chest.

at least he doesnt want to be interested in him.

"so he ditches? do you know where?" jungkook asks, checking his phone. they still had thirty minutes of class left.

"nope. but probably somewhere he can smoke or something," jimin says.

"he smokes?"

"you didnt know that?"

jungkook raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I mean, I know he smokes weed and stuff, but.."

"did you know he hates the fact that hes a fuckboy and he smokes to distract himself from hating himself?" jimin tries, because a thought occured to him he could know some things about yoongi that no one else did.

"no. youre making him seem like a real softie," jungkook says with a laugh.

"hes a lot different than I thought," jimin says, thinking back on his conversation with yoongi at the bleachers.

"how much did he tell you? last time I checked he was a heartless asshole," jungkook says.

"he told me enough for me to realise hes depressed and drowns himself in sex to feel important," jimin says, and jungkook doesnt look amused. he had no sympathy for him.