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"Oi! Jimin! Get up!" Yoongi yelled in the other omega's ear. The younger shot up from his bed with annoyance all over his face.
"Yah! I was having a great sleep, Yoongi!" Jimin whined.
"Yeah, yeah, get your stuff ready! We have to go to Hell," the older rolled his eyes and helped Jimin out of the bed. The two separated, grabbing random things around the room that would be 'necessary.'
Jimin snatched his navy blue bag and stuffed his books and pencils inside. Yoongi tapped his foot impatiently, an eyebrow raised as he watched his best friend struggle.
"Just go, Yoon. I'll meet you in homeroom," Jimin grumbled, waiting for the older to leave so he could go through his medications.
"You should take some heat suppressa-,"
"Go, Min!" Jimin yelled with his face hot. The thought of his heat scared him to death. He hadn't had a boyfriend since second grade, so he'd just be alone in his room. Sounded painful.
He debated taking the pills, but decided against it. He wasn't dealing with all the medicine rules at the school.
Jimin rushed out of his room, practically running his little brother over in a big hug.
"I'll see you Jihyun!" Jimin smiled, kissing the boy's cheek and heading to the door for his mother and father. "Bye!" He waved and sped out.
He reached the gates with Yoongi, who met him at the subway.
"I miss summer already," Jimin cried, slumping as he walked.
"Quit complaining. You're, like, everybody's first choice as a mate. Prepare yourself for those transfers, too. I heard they're super horny," Yoongi chuckled, patting his best friend's back.
"Ew," was all Jimin said as they got to their homeroom. Upon the board in bright blue marker was 'Mr. Jeon.'
"I don't remember him?" Jimin sat down in the back at the shared table with Yoongi, who shrugged, weirdly enough. He usually knew everything, but they were at a loss.
The class was behaving much better, but it all went silent the second footsteps were heard. A young man, looking like a muscular 18 year old, walked inside. He was dressed fancily, white button up tight across his chest and biceps, black jeans accentuating his thighs.
"You all are well behaved, aren't you?" He chuckled, the girls in the class trying not to implode. The men had to hold their pride close. And their mates.
Everything was still silent, his eyes traveling around the room frantically.
"Why so quiet? You can talk," Mr. Jeon laughed, the class starting conversation uneasily. Actually, that's a lie. They didn't care.
Jimin did, though.
His heart was racing, and he wanted to punch himself.
"Yoongi, he's an alpha, right?" Jimin said with his jaw dropped.
"When was the last time you met a beta that acted like that, huh?" Yoongi replied sassily.
"Oh, whatever," Jimin rolled his eyes and continued to examine their teacher. He barely noticed the bell ring.
"I gotta go Jimin, I'll see you at lunch," Yoongi waved his goodbye and left, leaving Jimin by himself.
Mr. Jeon began to write on the white board in bright red marker.
1. Get quiz
2. Take quiz
3. Hand it up
4. When you're done, you stay quiet
5. When time's up, you pass it up. Done or not
Jimin furrowed his brows. "A test al-fucking-ready?"
As the students poured into the class, the room got louder, but not anything too loud for Jimin's ears.
"Alright, people. I'm going to pass out these tests, and if I see you cheating, you'll have an F in this class right about now, understand?" Mr. Jeon growled, silence sweeping over. Everybody nodded, and the paper made its way back to Jimin.
The words just got lost in his eyes, and he felt like giving up already.
"A-a-chi-lle's heel??" Jimin whispered to himself.
"What'd I say about talking?" Mr. Jeon leaned back in his chair, eyes closed.
Jimin crumpled up in his seat, deciding to skip the passage and go to the questions.
"Time's up."
Jimin's head shot up in shock, realizing how much time he wasted. 30 minutes, and he knew he had so many wrong answers. He hated to admit that he couldn't read for shit. There have been numerous times that he's been tutored, put in special classes, but it just makes him more uncomfortable.
He hesitantly passed up his test to the boy in front of him, who he knew as Kim Taehyung. Jimin his his face in his arms.
"I'll call your name, and you pick up the test, okay?" Mr. Jeon said, the class saying a monotonous 'yes.'
"Kunpimo-,"
"BamBam, please, Mr. Jeon. No need to bother with my name..." BamBam called out, receiving a glare.
"Alright, 31/31," Mr. Jeon handed back the test, and that's when Jimin realized that he was reading the scores aloud.
He pulled at his hair in frustration, hating this alpha already. Like he did most, but this was just such a stronger hate.
Minutes passed, until he was next. The last student with the lowest score.
"Park Jimin, 2 out of-," Jimin scrambled up and took his paper, rushing back to his desk, trying to keep the man quiet.
"Would you like to read the score yourself, Park?" Mr. Jeon smiled, Jimin staring eyes wide.
There was a bare silence, until Mr. Jeon continued.
"2/31."
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Read Between The Lines (JiKook) REWRITTEN
Fanfiction{REWRITTEN} Jimin is an omega living in a school of too many alphas. He sucks at reading and can't comprehend it properly. When he gets a "sadist alpha" as his reading teacher, he really just wants to die. Who knew that tutoring would lead him here...
