study with me ✎ m.yg x p.jm

하나

(the chapter titles will be korean numbers)

yoongi (this is the pov for the chapters)

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numerous lockers slammed around me as i strolled through the halls at my normal pace, which was apparently quicker than other people's. i observe all the normal and daily things happening in the halls as i pass them.

i reach my science class secondly, as usual, and pass our teacher who's always standing outside, using having a muffin or something. probably to annoy us, considering lunch was our next period.

i take my seat next to the annoying kid at my table. looking over to his desk that was across from mine. i sigh, then place my backpack on the table as more students flooded in, including one of my friends, hoseok.

and unfortunately, the only way i knew he was here is because of the slap i got on my ass as he walked past me to his table next to mine, in the middle row. we were both on the edges though, so we could still whisper to each other during class.

"hey yoongi." he says, putting his bag down and then coming to my side.

"hi, how's your day been so far?" i ask, fiddling with my bag subconsciously, as i didn't want to assume what was needed for class yet.

"nothing new, feeling extra gay today though." hoseok was also the open gay of the school. to students at least. he drops hints at teachers, not caring if they knew, but practically yelled at the students, which made me giggle whenever he did.

"that's good, any new ass that's yours?"

"sadly, no."

"ah, well better find one soon." i say as he walks away mid sentence to go talk to another friend of his whom i wasn't super close with, but we were friends.

i noticed out of the corner of my eye when he came in just before the bell rang, and went all the way around the rows, stopping briefly to talk to his friends, then went to his seat, which was diagonal from mine. at least i have a good view of him, i thought. i realized, again, that he was way out of my league and sighed and sat down, dropping my bag to the floor.

the class was all seated now, as the teacher went over what we would go over today.

i zoned out for most of it, not really caring what we went over as long as i was capable of doing the work. instead, i analyzed his bag. there were names all over his bright and plain blue backpack. i remember namjoon telling me a few times that he was able to draw on his bag once, and doodle a little. i find namjoon's doodles and can feel my eyes turning saddened.

i wanna doodle on his bag...

"near the end of class, if we have time, i'll go over the partners. for now though start on the packet with a partner."

a student passed around the packets and i eyed an acquaintance of mine across the room that was always my partner when we could choose. she eyed me back and we both got up, even though i was just going to her table, which just happened to be in front of the table he was working at.

"wait, so, what exactly are we working on? i wasn't entirely paying attention." i gave a small laugh at the end as i sat down, sight-reading the packet.

"of course you weren't, your gay ass was probably thinking about jimi-"

i quickly shushed her with random shushing sounds and she laughed. just about everybody i knew knew about my crush on him, i'm surprised nobody else had figured it out yet. she was also there that one time when he was pulled over to hoseok's table, which at the time was in front of ours, and how i just stared at him for maybe a minute straight with my jaw slightly ajar. sadly, she was the one after who said i was whipped, whereas i hadn't even realized i was staring.

"you know i was," i mumbled with a smile. "anyway! so, the human body, fun!" i said gesturing to the packet. she laughed and mumbled something in english.

she also knew fluent english, considering her first 7 years of schooling were in the united states, then her mother got a good job in some highly respected company i've never heard of over here in korea, and was then "forced" to learn korean and go through her schooling here as well. she thought it was weird that every school except for few had strict uniforms to wear, though. while i thought it was crazy to wear normal clothes to school.

we were going over the first page as i felt something hit my back.

"what the hell?" i turn around to see him and his friend looking shocked at the action. i picked up the pencil from the ground and held it up and they immediately started blaming each other. i knew his friend that was there though, and she wouldn't.

i threw it back at him and said: "don't throw shit at me jimin." before turning around to return to working with ann.

we ended up finishing the entire packet, being the only pair to have finished it.

at the end of class, someone reminded the teacher about the partners he said he would tell us. i whispered to hoseok.

"what are the partners for?"

"study partners"

i nodded and looked back at the teacher, who was trying to find a list.

study partners. i hope i get him.

i shook my head away from the thought, it was a very slim chance i'd get exactly who i wanted as a partner.

he found the list he was looking for, and started naming students.

i was tuned out until i heard my two favorite names be called, but i had to take a retake to have my anxiety catch up with my confidence.

"yoongi and jimin,"

you have got to be fucking kidding me.