pure ✧ yoonmin

six

Jimin had convinced himself that he did so well in school because he stayed out of drama. He never did anything wrong, never got into relationships to avoid pointless arguing, and chose his friends very carefully, so he was pretty much always stress free. Since he didn't have many friends, he didn't have anything to distract him in class, so he didn't even have to study as hard as other students. But he did anyway, it was something to occupy his time and he thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to make sure he gets a good grade.

Jimin walked passed the empty classrooms, making his way to the library to study for a test he had later today. He hadn't even made it to school that early, but most of the students always slept in as late as they could on a Monday, not ready to start another week of what they considered hell. Jimin didn't mind though, he loved roaming the empty halls and not having any interruptions while trying to study.

He walked through the library doors, walking over to his favorite seat. He sat down and pulled his history book out, turning to the correct chapter and started to read. A few minutes later, the library doors opened making Jimin look up. He immediately tensed up seeing the blond head of hair, and then relaxed when he realized it wasn't him.

The unfamiliar face smiled at Jimin, taking the books he had in his hand and left them on the counter and then walked back out.

Jimin chewed on the inside of his cheek as he tried to go back to studying, but he couldn't. His thoughts lingered around Saturday night.

He immediately started to feel sick at the thoughts, closing the book and slammed it down onto the table.

Yoongi had tried to kiss him. He knew it didn't mean anything and Yoongi was just trying to make him uncomfortable, but he still couldn't get over that thought. He kept thinking about how close Yoongi had gotten to him. He remembered the way Yoongi's hot breath felt on his lips. He remembered the dirty question Yoongi had asked him, making him visibly cringe.

He was so unbelievably mad at Yoongi. He couldn't believe a boy he basically didn't even know would spike his drink and attempt to take advantage of his drunken state like that.

But he was even more mad at himself.

"Why am I so stupid?" He thought, thinking about the first sip he took of the drink Yoongi had made him. He knew it didn't taste right, but continued to drink it anyway. He had too much faith in the stranger that was being nice to him.

He couldn't help but to think about what would have happened if Hoseok hadn't of walked in when he did.

What if him and Yoongi had of- Jimin let out a squeak, being startled from the bell ringing. He shook his head, collecting himself before shoving his book back in his bag and made his way to his first class that he was absolutely dreading- geometry.

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Jimin walked into the classroom, eyes staring down at the floor. He knew Yoongi had this class with him, and he didn't even want to see if he was in here yet or not. He walked straight to his seat, his eyes glued onto his desk.

A couple minutes passed before the teacher started to speak, but Jimin's eyes remained glued to the table, lost in his own thoughts.

You know that feeling when you know someone is staring you and you try your hardest knock to look? That's how Jimin was feeling right now. He felt as if he could literally feel the eyes on the back of his head and it took everything in him not to turn around.