GUAPO

DOS.

".. what?" yoongi whispered, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"i asked how you were, or do you not understand the language i am currently speaking?" jimin whispered back and smiled.

"no, no— before that, and who are you?"

"oh, that was spanish. you know— hola putos y putas? anyways, i'm jimin. park jimin." he laughed quietly and put out his hand, which yoongi only stared at.

"hola pitos..?" yoongi questioned, confusion written on his face.

"oh no, no no— you uh— just said hello dicks—" yoongi chuckled at what the meaning was before he stood up and closed his book.

"i'll leave." he spoke before he was quickly sat back down.

"no, don't. i'm sorry. i just see you here every single day and i just wanted to be friends with you." jimin gave him a soft smile causing a soft blush to spread across yoongi's cheeks.

"well, looks like i won't be coming here again." yoongi huffed and stood back up, walking towards the door causing jimin to groan in annoyance as he followed him out the door.

"hey, you! uh— hombre guapo? you!" jimin shouted as he caught up with yoongi.

"obre gapo?" yoongi stopped walking and turned to look at jimin, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"no, its— jesus, you really suck at spanish." jimin laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"that's spanish? i can't speak that, for fuck's sake!" yoongi crossed his arms.

"hey, hey. not everyone can speak it, i can teach you if you want though!" he smiled and wrapped his arm around yoongi's shoulders.

"i wouldn't mind," yoongi smiled, "i wouldn't mind learning spanish. i would mind if you taught me." yoongi spoke before walking away from him.

"what, why?" jimin pouted, walking up to yoongi.

"because, i don't even know who you are." yoongi said and clicked his tongue in slight annoyance.

"so? teachers don't know who you are either but they still teach."

"because it's what they're supposed to do!"

"okay, what about students? they don't know who these teachers are!" jimin huffed and crossed his arms with furrowed brows, "and i'm jimin! park jimin!"

"okay, jimin— you're still not teaching me and that's final."

"yoongi, come on!" jimin whined.

"how do you know my name?" yoongi asked, confusion scribbled across his features. jimin then pointed at the book yoongi was holding, his name written in bold letters on the top of the book.

"oh." he said when he realized what he meant.

"you're clueless, it's cute!" jimin laughed and a small blush spread across yoongi's cheeks.

"bye." yoongi bid and waved as he walked away.

"see you tomorrow in the library?" jimin asked.

"maybe." yoongi responded with a small smile.

this was going to be odd.