i'm coming|y.min

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Min Yoongi.
The worst of the worst.
Getting into fights, sleeping in class, even smoking. There was even a rumor he had a tattoo and had set a teacher's desk on fire once. Girls (and a few guys) swooned over him, and guys wanted to be him.

Then, there's Park Jimin.
His complete opposite.
Straight A student, class president, teacher's pet and more. The only time he came in contact with Yoongi is when he told him off for misbehaving, even though the latter was his hyung.
But even as a nerd, he was considered rather cute. I mean, a Jimin with glasses and black hair could make the straightest of men be gay or at least bisexual like him. Yes, he's bi.

Naturally, the two were enemies.
Well, more like disliked each other but had never actually gotten into a fight.

And they would've gladly kept it that way, but a chemistry project had to ruin that.

"Park Jimin, you're paired with Min Yoongi."

Jimin's eyes widened. He looked at Yoongi sitting a seat away from him, who groaned. "C'mon, Y/N, can't you pair me up with someone else?"

I'm giving y'all a part in here XD

"Min, just because you know my first name does not free you of addressing me formally, and no. You're preparing the project with Park Jimin and that is final, understand?"

Yoongi just grumbled in return. His seatmate (and sidekick) Hoseok smirked. "Miss Y/L/N is obviously a Yoonmin shipper." He muttered.

"Jung, extra work for calling me a yoonmoon shipper."

The latter scowled.

"Because jikook is obviously better." The teacher pointed out.

The rest of the class passed as the students argued with the teacher who is more often shipped with Jimin, while said boy just completed his work, red as Taehyung's hair.

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"Min."
Yoongi turned around to be met with Jimin's eyes. He smirked. "Yes, Park?" Jimin scowled. "We have a project to work on due tomorrow, remember?" Yoongi shrugged. "You can come over to my place after school, you'll work on it there." Jimin raised an eyebrow. "I will? I'm pretty sure this is a two-person project." Yoongi smirked, standing up and cornering him into a wall, arm on one side of his head. He leaned in closer until his face was inches away from Jimin's. The latter was blushing madly, eyes wide. Yoongi blew air into his earlobe. "My project, my rules, baby boy." He quickly left a kiss on Jimin's neck, casually walking out of the classroom as if nothing had happened, oblivious to the fact that he had left Jimin to slide down to the floor, mouth gaping and hand on the spot Yoongi had pressed his lips to. The touch of Yoongi's lips had left him completely confused, questioning his existence and secretly wanting to know what those soft lips would feel against his own.

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The bell rang, and Jimin felt like he'd nearly explode from thinking that he and Min Yoongi were going to be working on a project, alone. He mentally kicked himself for thinking that. His lips were so soft, though...

This time, he didn't come close to the elder, avoiding him as much as possible. He was slowly gathering his things, waiting until everyone left the class so he could too. He didn't notice when Yoongi came up to him until the latter slammed his palm onto Jimin's desk, making him stumble and nearly fall over.
Yoongi loomed over him. "Well?" He drawled. "Aren't you coming to work on the project?"

Jimin gaped, glasses askew. "U-Um, right, sure." He quickly found his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and running out of the class. Yoongi chuckled, lazily walking to the exit.