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— School Knowledge

"Now that you caused a scene, would you mind taking a seat now Mr. Min," the teacher gestured to the empty spot behind the classroom. Said guy shrugged and walked through the rows of desks, he smirked when he passed by a group of guys and took a seat next to them.

"Jimin," the teacher turns back to face Jimin, who's been frozen in place ever since the cabbage head kid rudely interrupted his introduction, "Would you please care to introduce yourself again," her lips turn into a small smile, which Jimin can tell is being forced.

He nods, and repeats what he had previously said. He can feel an intense gaze on him as he speaks, and when he's finished, he can't help but shoot the rude student his most threatening glare.

He drops down on his seat, and feels a finger poking his ribs. Taehyung has a small apologetic smile on his lips, his hand holds a little blue macaroon he grabbed from inside his backpack and puts it on Jimin's desk.

"It's blueberry flavored, it'll make you feel better." He smiles and pulls out a notebook. Jimin picks up the cute pastry and stuffs it in his mouth angrily. The blueberry flavor explodes in his mouth, sinking into his taste buds, and he thanks the God's (mostly Taehyung) for macaroons.

He feels better almost instantly, and the class ends smoothly with no more interruptions. He closes his black notebook and puts his mechanical pencil inside his Ryan pouch, then puts everything back in his backpack in a more or less organized way.

"You ready to go?" Taehyung is already standing up, backpack hanging over his shoulder, the glasses no longer on his face and Jimin can see he's actually nothing short from gorgeous. He nods as he stands up and grabs his backpack. He swings it over his shoulder in a similar manner that Taehyung did and begins to walk toward the door.

Jimin is too busy chatting with Taehyung and looking over his schedule that he doesn't see another group of students standing right outside of the classroom. He walk straight through them, not bothering to even apologize.

"Watch where you're going, pretty boy." Jimin ignores the voice and continues walking, he can hear the group laughing at him and if there's one thing about Park Jimin that everyone should know, is that he doesn't take anyone's shit. At least not anymore.

Back when he was younger, and a little chubbier than most 10 year olds, his classmates used to tease him a lot for his cheeks. His feelings were hurt almost everyday and even though the kids would say they were just joking, it was never funny to him. When he turned 11, a boy much bigger than himself pushed him a little too hard while they were playing soccer, and he ended up getting a scraped knee. Everybody laughed when Jimin started crying.

It was obviously intentional, and when he told his parents what had happened, his mom was so pissed off that she even complained to the school board. The kid was severely appointed for his acts. He never bothered Jimin again. His mom and dad told him to stick up for himself and if it came down to actual fighting, that it would be okay if he put those Tae Kwon Do classes to use, only if it's necessary or for self defense.

Jimin spun around on his heel and faced the group. He took his time inspecting them, there was a tall pink haired guy, some tattoos peeking from the collar of his uniform. A blonde guy with several piercings on his ears and one on his brow. Then another one who looks pretty decent, no tattoos, no piercings or nothing out of the ordinary. Then the cabbage haired guy from earlier in the morning, the very same guy that had disturbed the class while he was introducing himself. He had an eyebrow raised in a suggestive manner, a smirk playing on his —pink, pouty, smooth, delicious looking lips,— lips, and for a moment they locked eyes.

"Do you have a problem with me or something?" Jimin asks all of sudden, "Because I'd appreciate it if you would just let me finish my day without breaking your nose." All heads faced his way, the mint haired guy's smirk disappeared, and suddenly he was walking in his direction.

Standing nose to nose with the 'bad boy' of the school, Jimin feels a tad bit intimidated. The guy's breath ghosts over Jimin's face as he opens his mouth to speak, "I'd suggest you don't go around opening that pretty mouth of yours so carelessly," he says.

"And I'd suggest you step back because your cigarette breath is making me wanna puke," he growls back in disgust, and pushes the guy back with his hands.

"Mark my words baby," The guy backs away with a smirk, his small group of followers trail behind like baby ducks.

Jimin let's out a sigh before turning around, the spectators have gone back to minding their own business, while others begin to whisper about the new kid talking shit to Min Yoongi.

At least now Jimin has a full name to match the cabbage head.

Taehyung is quick to offer him another macaroon. A pink one this time. He grabs the pastry and stuffs it in his mouth for the second time in one day. He thanks Taehyung and as they walk through the halls, he can't help but think that it will be a long year for him.

"That was Yoongi, but I think you already realized that." Taehyung began, "Just ignore him and he won't do anything to you. If he does, just tell the principal and he'll be kicked out for good."

"Is he always like this?" He asks.

"Nope, that was nothing. He would have made your nose bleed that very moment you opened your mouth, but I guess he didn't feel like it today? I don't know," Taehyung looks deep in thought, as if trying to figure out the reason behind Yoongi's actions.

"Just don't worry about him, he'll forget about you later and then he'll find someone else to bother," Jimin hums in response and soon enough, they reach their Algebra ll class.