❝ℙretend ℍooligan❞ y.min

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—Two Can Play That Game (Or Not)

As soon as he steps through the door, Jimin all but runs up the spiral staircase and locks himself in his room. He is so pissed off he feels like he need's to hit something, anything! So he settles for the stuffed Kummamon doll on his bed, punching it 'til his hearts' content. Getting rid of so much anger ended up leaving him a little breathless, his chest's heaving and the side of his head thumping with the beginning of a soon to be painful headache.

He squeezes his eyes shut and begins wondering why he's letting the cabbage head dude get on his nerves so much. Why he's so hung up on making his life a living hell in the first place. Was he one of those guys who liked to pick on others just to make themselves look badass? Did he have other reasons?

Jimin starts to panic when the thought of him being homophobic crosses his mind. Was that why he was trying so hard to embarrass him? How did he find out? Was he one of those people who think teasing is a way of flirting?

He starts cringing at the his own thoughts.

It's more possible that Yoongi is a class A homophobe than just, —gay.

Jimin shakes his head and sighs for what feels like the thousandth time since he's been in his room.

He looks at the clock on top of the nightstand, it's almost seven in the evening. He only has homework from History class and decides to call Taehyung instead, after all, it was him who told him to go and meet whoever had left the note, so he's partially at fault for him getting played with.

He almost falls when he trips over another stuffed doll laying on the floor, luckily, he's able to balance himself and quickly begins digging through his backpack.

When the phone is in his hands, he runs back to the bed and dials Taehyung's phone.

His calls are redirected to the voicemail both times he calls.

He scrolls through his contacts and dials another phone.

"Hey," he answers on the second ring, and Jimin never felt like wanting to cry as much as he did now. He really missed Chanyeol, even if they had broken up, they were still very closed friends.

"Hey Channie," he says sadly, "I hate this school," he whines.

"What's wrong Jimin-ah?" there's obvious worry in the tone of his voice.

"There's this guy who keeps getting on my nerves! He even did a really bad joke on me today!" he rambles, "Like, I understand maybe pushing me around the school and stuff like that, but playing with my heart and head by getting some senior girl to almost kiss me—" he stops, takes a deep breath, exhales and continues, "— that's just not right! Do you know how nervous I was? I don't even like girls but nobody in school knows that, but she was so close to me and I wanted to push her off even though she was oh my god, she was so pretty!" he pouts, exhales, and drops face first on the fluffy pillow.

"That's screwed up Jimin, did you tell your mom and dad about what he did?"

Jimin's voice comes out muffled, "No, I'm old enough to fight my own fights, I don't want to seem like I can't defend myself Channie, you know that," he closes his eyes and just listens to his friend.

They end their call after 45 minutes of coming up with different ways to confront Yoongi, even if that means apologizing for doing absolutely nothing for him to dislike him so much. (Well, aside from calling him out and also dumping some milk on top of his head)

Out of all the ideas that Chanyeol could think off, the only thing his mind was able to process was revenge.

Jimin stays up until 1 am (yes, that's very late for him, since his usual bedtime was around 10-11 pm) and thinks he's finally got it figured out.

He goes to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face.

-

Tuesday goes by in a blink, no sign of Yoongi whatsoever, therefore, he wasn't able to put his plan into action. He decides to go for plan B, taking advantage of the fact that the latter is not in school for the day.

-

Jimin walks through the front door with a smirk, he can hear some students whispering to one another about the latest news.

MIN YOONGI HAS HERPES!

He walks to his locker and meets Taehyung there, who's currently talking with another guy, even he's getting updated on the matter and Jimin is fucking delighted when he see's the disgusted look of his friends' face.

"Chim, can you believe that?" Jimin fake gasps and shakes his head, "It's just rumors Tae, we don't know for sure, so we shouldn't say anything about it."

"But it's gross! I don't understand why some people still go after him!"

"It's none of our business Tae Tae, let's just shut up and ignore it," he says feigning innocence, although deep down he's about to pee himself, "Let's go to class now, the bell's about to ring," he pulls Taehyung through the hallway and soon enough, they are already inside their Chemistry class.

They take their designated seat, and wait for the teacher to come in.

Min Yoongi walks in with his buddies earlier than usual. Yoongi seems unbothered, and he can't help but think that maybe he hasn't heard the rumors circulating around school. However, his thoughts are proven wrong when Yoongi takes a seat, and faces Jimin with an unreadable expression.

Jimin has the nerves to laugh and gag in his direction, and before he gets to turn back around to the front of the classroom, Yoongi is already stomping towards his seat.

Jimin looks up and finds a big, pale fist flying in front of his eyes. Jimin's brain is a little shaken up by the hit, and suddenly there's a sharp pain on his face and bright, red blood dripping out of his nose.

The classroom breaks out in a series of gasps and cheers, Taehyung hurries to grab tissues to stop the bleeding, "What the fuck asshole?!" he shouts.

"I told you to fuck off bitch, this is just a fucking warning." Yoongi spits venomously, and Jimin is rendered completely speechless.

"MIN YOONGI GO TO THE DAMN OFFICE RIGHT NOW!"