Plastic (jjk + pjm)

Plastic; 6

Jungkook's point of view -

It was break time, Jimin and I were sitting next to each other on a couch in the library.

I was on my phone playing piano tiles and he was reading a book. I looked over at him and it seems that everytime I do, it's hard look away.

He would constantly push his glasses up the bridge of his nose when it'll slide down slightly as his eyes scanned the pages of the book, his nice plump lips would curl up a few times at funny parts I assume, and he would run his hand through his hair every time.

This is probably the only time he has ever looked genuinely calm. I've always had my eye on him since the first day of school.

He looks calm and charming from the ouside all the time. Since the third day of school, he began sitting next to me any opportunity he had in the few classes we have together.

From up close, I could tell something was bothering him. I would stare deep into his eyes when we're talking and dispite him talking so smoothly like if everything was fine, I could tell something wasn't right.

Behind his sweet voice, it was kind of shaky. Now, he was truly tranquil. His shoulders were down and relaxed.

From afar, you can always see Jimin's shoulders raised slightly up, as if he was tense. I don't know how people don't notice.

Right now, his breathing was slow and he'll occasionally sigh deeply like if he was content with the peaceful, quiet moment we were spending. He'll sometimes turn to face me and give me a true warm smile with a tint of blush brushed on his soft cheeks.

I know it's weird how much I'm studying this guy out, but it's part of the process and honestly, I can't help myself to do so.

If I wasn't so suspicious about him and this whole reputation didn't exist, I would of already fallen in love him because of how jaw-dropping gorgeous he is and kind he is.

"Jungkookie?" I snapped out of trance and blinked. "Yes, Jimin?"

He blushed and grinned, "you've been staring at me for a while."

I coughed hard, getting a few glares and shushes in the process, and looked away in embarrassment. "Sorry, hyung." Jimin giggled and shook his head at me, still giving me his precious grin. "It's okay, Jungkookie. Just don't fall in love me."

Scratch the fact that I called him kind. This guy is a major tease and a bully.

I punched his arm playfully and he gasped, "Ouch, Jungkookie!" He whispered in shock as he rubbed his arm and pouted like if I actually hit him hard.

Drama queen much?

"ごめんなさい." Jimin raised a brow, "you're Japanese now?" I nodded my head.

"あなたが私を与えた傷害に接吻しなさい."

I scrunched up my nose and shook my head. "Fuck no."

"LANGUAGE." Jimin and I jumped at the sudden voice that came from behind us. We looked to our left and saw it was girl with thin round huge glasses, almost like Jimin's glasses.

"Excuse me?" I asked with squinted eyes. She shashed away, completely ignoring me, and I looked over at Jimin with wide eyes.

He burst out in a fit of giggles. Completely embarrassed, I rolled my eyes and at that exact moment the bell rung, meaning go to your last period.

I got up and shoved my phone in my pocket. "Hurry up, I need to get my music journal from my backpack."

Jimin got up and straightened out his clothes, "you need to start bringing your backpack with you instead of just shoving it in your locker in the morning," he picked up his backpack and we began walking out the library, "It's better to be carrying it than wasting time in going back and forth for your material."

We walked all the way down the hall and went over to my locker. I unlocked it and look out my blue, old journal.

I shut my locker and smiled to Jimin, "Let's go." He nodded and we went over to the staircase to go to the fourth floor, where all the clubs and and special classes were at.

When we made it, we entered the music room and we sat on our assigned stools.

Our music teacher, Miss Hyun-sook, came in the class and went to her desk. "Hello, my musicians." The whole class, including myself, got up and greeted the teacher.

She smiled and picked up a small stack of papers. "For the first assignment of the semester, I will put you in groups of two and you'll work on recording a song together."

Oh man, sign me the fuck up! Singing is one of of the millions of things I'm good at. Finally, something I don't have to bust my brain for.

But, I know nobody in this class. I'm going to have to be paired up with some stranger and probably do all the work by myself-- Wait.

I looked over at Jimin, who was on the other side of the classroom in the first row. He was looking at the teacher with a blank face as he played with his bottom lip.

I know him, he can be my partner for this project. Who am I kidding, everyone knows him and I dont know him well or long enough to call him a friend, more less my partner.

I'm also still suspicious about him and still trying to figure out his perfect self. I don't even know if this guy can sing or play an instrument.

"You and your partner will be graded separately, the assignment is due in 2 weeks, it has to be recorded, and you have to sing or play an instrument or both at the same time. It doesn't really matter as long as you do one of both." She paused for a moment and took out a folded up paper from her pocket with a sly smile.

"I'm picking your partners." The whole group of people began groaning and complaining as Miss Hyun-sook was unfolding her paper and saying, "quiet down, you all love when I pick your partners!"

She began reading out the pairs and I got lost in my own thoughts until I heard my name get called out.

"Jeon Jungkook, your partner is Park Jimin." I looked over at Jimin and our eyes locked. He smiled cheekily and gave me a small wave with his small hand. I gave him a small smile with a nod.

Damn--

"Okay pairs, you can go over to your partner and discuss on what you two will record." I decided to get up with my journal and went over to Jimin.

I got an empty stool from someone that left to their partner and placed it next to Jimin's.

"So what do you want do for the project?" Jimin asked. I scooted my stool closer to him and opened my journal. I took out a pen from my pocket and began writing down as I spoke, "I wanted to sing a song about rain."

"Rain?" Jimin perked up an eyebrow, and looked at me confused. I rolled my eyes. "Not like rain rain, but involved with rain. You know, a sad song but with rain and talks about real stuff."

"Oh, so like those punk rock songs?" I gave him a lame look, "No, I was thinking of like a slow sad song about being lonely and not okay."

He nodded his head, "Okay, I like it!" He paused for a moment and he looked at me straight in the eye with an innocent look, "I'm singing."

"No, I'm singing." I don't even know if you can actually sing. I mean, you probably can because you're so perfect, but still!

Yet at the same time, he's probably thinking the same about me. Not the perfect part, but the singing part..

"How about we both sing?" He suggested. I hesitanted. Two singers? That's not typical at all..

But I highly doubt he plays any instruments, I don't even play any myself. I guess two singers will do.

"Okay."

"Come to my house on saturday."

"...Okay."

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●ごめんなさい (gomennasai) means sorry in Japanese.

● あなたが私を与えた傷害に接吻しなさい means 'kiss the injury that you've given me." (Or atleast I hope so bc i tried so many translators to get it right If you know Japanese, tell me if its right.)