comforter -minjoon

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high school. what a hell of a ride.

jimin, went a little bit off the rails when he started drowning in work. that may be the one thing him and namjoon had in common. jimin would hit a joint every so often and just think about life, alone. meanwhile namjoon, would do it in a more social way; he'd use drugs, alcohol, and sex. sex was his number one method of coping though. jimin got labeled as a stoner, a burn out, but he didn't really care because at least he was at peace with himself when he was hitting a joint. there was one huge thing that jimin kept hidden to everyone except his friends: he's gay

"jimin ! you going to yoongi's party tonight ?" the boy who'd stopped jimin in his tracks was none other than jung hoseok himself, a optimistic, shy at times, flute player.

"and get sheet-faced ? no thanks"

jimin opened his locker up and started placing his books inside, "how'd you even get an invite, aren't those parties for social people" hoseok slapped jimin's arm, while jimin just laughed.

"whatever, you're going whether you like it or not, i'll see you later."

"yeah, see you"

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when namjoon would pass by jimin in the hallways he'd usually never think anything of it, but when he overheard that hoseok was taking him to yoongi's party that's when he began to do  things that were... out of the ordinary. see, namjoon never wanted their friendship to end but he figured if that's what jimin wanted then so be it, he'd always known jimin to be incredibly stubborn.

"joon, dude, we're gonna be late c'mon" namjoon, however, was lost in his own thoughts, 'park jimin at min yoongi's party, huh? interesting'. "dude, let's go !"

"alright i'm coming ! jesus..." namjoon walked to class with his friend, kim seokjin, the two were at the top of their classes and could get anyone they wanted just like that. kim seokjin didn't hop from person to person like namjoon did, although, he kind of wish he did. he doesn't have the heart though.

morning classes always suck ass, and joon's first period is none other than english. what could be worse than english on a friday.

"psst, joon, you going to yoongi's party tonight ?"

namjoon smirked, "you already know i am"

"mr. kim namjoon, why don't you read this sentence for us, hmm ?"

namjoon stood up, the whole class watching him "the boy didn't take the time to study; therefore, he failed his test" namjoon read it in a nice american accent and proceeded to sit down with a smirk. the teacher went back to teaching. namjoon still was surprised that jimin was going, park jimin loosening up ? you'd have to be extremely lucky to see something like that.

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jimin looked through his closet, trying to find what to wear. 'should i just wear what i'm wearing now ?' he was currently wearing a black nirvana shirt with some ripped black jeans to match his black hair, did someone say emo ? jimin ended up just wearing what he'd been wearing all day; he heard hoseok's car pull up, grabbed his phone, and got in. let the games begin.

this took me 5ever but at least i'll have more material for the next chapter. also, i didnt proof read this so sorry if theres any mistakes