tsundere | m.yj x p.jm

one - f*** off

//jimin pov

"i really, really love you. ever since i saw you play baseball, i saw you as an inspiration to do better in my life. jeon jungkook, please go out with me."

"sorry, but no."

it was only morning, and jungkook was already getting asked out. we were sitting on a bench when this random but cute girl went up to him.

my best friend jungkook, is extremely popular at cheon academy. he is always getting asked out by several girls of different year levels every week.

a hurt look began to be drawn on the girl's face and small tears formed in her eyes.

"i'm trying so hard. please- just think about it! you don't need to love me at first! you can get to know me better!"

"yeah, no. you're not really my type." he replied in a dry voice.

"then... what is your type? i will change myself so i will fit your standards." she said bravely, clenching her fists.

he stood up, then grabbed her hair.

"first of all, this. you have short brown hair. i don't like dyed hair, it looks fake. and i don't like short hair either. girls should look feminine."

she gulped. "i'll dye it black, and i'll even grow it out!"

"but that will take a while won't it?"

"..."

"second, do you even have any extraordinary talent?"

"um..."

"exactly. how would i benefit from dating you?"

"..."

"and third, what is your name anyway?"

her cheeks reddened and she trembled with embarrassment.
she turned on her heel and dashed away, palms pressed on her crying eyes.

"yah... jungkook... shouldn't you have rejected her in nicer way...?" i asked with a frown. she had gone to the females toilet.

he shrugged, looking back down on his phone, scrolling through the overwatch website. "sorry, but i'm not interested in girls like her. she's just like the rest of them."

i frowned again. even though jungkook was fun to play games with, he was always straightforward and blunt. what he did to that girl was plain out rude.

"how would you like it if you asked out a girl and she said stuff like that to you?!" i snapped suddenly.

he looked up, noticing the sudden change in my voice. i usually talked calmly, so me raising my voice was very rare.

he then smirked.

"me? getting rejected?" he scoffed.

i had enough of his cocky behaviour. it was really risky to start a fight with him as he was very popular and could easily gang up against me with his other friends but i furrowed my eyebrows and let it all out.

"you didn't need to be so rude to her. and why do you always always have to think you're better than everyone else? i'm so done with your narcissistic behaviour. don't talk to me ever again!"

i stormed off before he could do anything.

"you're just jealous!" i heard him shout behind me.

my fist clenched.

it wasn't that i was jealous or anything...

ok. maybe it was. every single female friend of mine and every crush i had, had a mega crush on him.

it wasn't surprising though. cheon academy was known as a "talent" school and jungkook excelled in all subjects; dancing, singing, rapping, baseball, swimming, taekwondo; you name it, he excelled in it. aside from that, he was very good looking and had a great body shape.

it was sort of depressing for me though. no matter how nice i was to the girls i liked, no matter how many times i texted them or complimented them, they'd all go straight to jungkook. some even used me to get closer to him. last week, i went on a five hour date with a girl at the mall and at the end of it, she asked for kookie's number. it was from that point i stopped trying to hit on girls and decided to focus on my studies.

but now, i was sick of acting as jungkook's thirdwheel and sick of his arrogant attitude towards his peers. he was my only friend, but honestly, i needed new ones anyway.

the school bell rung, and i rushed to class.

♡

home class was with mr. jung, my favourite teacher. he was my favourite teacher because we shared an interest in the dance industry and he always complimented me for my choreography.

my classmates took their seats and were chatting to each other. i looked around the room, looking for potential friends, but slumped back to my seat, realising everyone had already formed their cliques. of course. it was the third term this year, everyone had already formed their friendship groups. it would be so awkward if i tried to join them. why even try?

mr jung walked to the front door and flashed a big smile.
"ahem ahem. students. we have a new student! her name is min yoonji and she'll be joining us this year."

the class gasped, and mutters travelled around the room.

"min yoon...ji?"
"eh? why do we have a new student in the middle of the year?"
"i wonder if she's hot."

i was lowkey disappointed that our new student was a girl. after all, i wanted a new male friend.

"yoonji-ah, you can come in now!" mr jung gestured, and the door slid open.

a small and petite girl walked to the front of the classroom. she had a black bob with bangs, and a somewhat cute face. but her expression was cold and her icy eyes stared at everyone in the class. the class was quiet, as if speaking would kill the atmosphere.

to break the awkward silence, mr jung laughed and spoke.

"well then... why don't you intro-"

"min yoonji. that's all you need to know."

then she walked to the empty seat next to me and plopped her belongings on the table.

i looked at her. she looked so careless, so... confident...?

after the first class, mr jung came up to me and whispered in my ear.

"jimin-ah... please do me a favour. show yoonji around the school, yeah?" and before i could reply, he winked at me and headed back to his office.

the bell rung and students rushed out of their classrooms to their lockers. i was left alone in the room with min yoonji, the new girl.

she seemed to be occupied, as she was looking through her pencil case for something. suddenly, a pencil dropped out and rolled on the floor. to show an act of kindness, i casually reached out my arm to get her pencil until her hand slapped mine. ouch.

"fuck off cunt." she snapped at me.

i looked up to see cold eyes staring into mine and i instantly jerked back.

i had never, ever met a girl like this before.