study with me ✎ m.yg x p.jm

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yoongi

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"seniors are now released for the day."

the announcement rung through the heads of the talkative kids in my last class of the day. i collected my things as almost all of the kids had already taken off to start their weekend, a few staying behind to talk to the teacher. my last class was piano, and a few of the students had questions about their recital pieces for the end of the year, spring recital. speaking of, i still hadn't chosen my piece. well, kind of.

i was planning on writing my own piece, something that wasn't normally allowed, but i was at the top of my class. actually, all of the piano classes in the school. i was the only junior in my class, in fact, the rest were seniors; which is also why i had to be released with the seniors.

i headed for the door after shouting to my teacher to have a good weekend.

"you too yoongi!" she shouted back, i could hear her smiling as she said it. so i smiled too.

i went to meet up with namjoon and hoseok. hoseok was at the other side of the entertainment building, at the performing arts end. i saw him standing outside his dance class on his phone, waiting for me to snatch him. i sped over and bounced when i got there, tapping his shoulder.

"hi hi!" i said with a bright smile on my face.

"you seem extra happy today, what's the occasion?" he paused, "wait, more like what did i miss?" he smirked at me.

"you were there, dipshit." i say pulling him along to find namjoon, who was hopefully still around his cooking class, which he took to be with a cute girl he met in his freshman year, who was moved out of that class in the beginning of the year, and he was stuck with a class he didn't like and wasn't any good at.

after conversing our way through the, as it was called, campus, we found namjoon sitting on a bench probably trolling twitter outside our the cafeteria, which is where the culinary class took place. he was looking through numerous aesthetically pleasing posts by one account with a name i couldn't read from where i was now standing with hoseok behind namjoon.

hoseok tapped his shoulder and namjoon instantly turned his phone off and said hey before going to walk with us. as soon as we started walking, we were about to start our daily 'walking home' routine when hoseok thought of a better idea. i was dragging my heels and purposely falling behind, until hoseok looked back at me and pulled me in-between him and namjoon. i was suddenly feeling intimidated in a way from their towering taller-ness over me. i pouted.

"our boy got himself a fuck buddy!" hoseok says giving my head a wild rubbing, which messed up my hair and put it sticking out in all directions.

"ya!" i yell and begin to fix my hair. "he's not my fuck buddy, he's a dick who has to be attractive and makes me upset whenever i look at him because he'll never like me." i huff and cross my arms.

"this is your street, anyway, hoseok, see ya." i wave him off with a sarcastic smile, planning on telling namjoon what happened anyway.

"they gonna FUCK!" hoseok yelled to the neighborhood, making sure every house was fully aware.

i shook my head and sighed, as i began to walk slower and waited for namjoon to speak up.

"um, so who's the dick today?" he says awkwardly.

"park fucking jimin. who else? i have a disgustingly large crush on him and i want to strangle him every time i look at him. out of love, of course." i huff and start to kick a pine cone down the street i just stepped into. namjoon was gazing at me from the sidewalk, interested in my situation.

"what's the situation? why does hoseok think he's your fuck buddy?" he says looking at me intensely.

"i got paired up with him for a study partner thing in our science class. we have to study out of school though. she's giving us packets that we have to do to prove we did it. we have to have our partner sign their name and she's checking handwriting. she's taking it way too seriously." i continue kicking the pine cone down the street, stopping and stepping onto the sidewalk every time a car passes and avoids us by about 5 feet anyway.

he just hummed in response. either not at all interested or thinking. the only thing to be heard between us the rest of the way to namjoon's street was comfortable silence and, until i kicked it too far out of my reach to be bothered to get back, the pine cone scraping against the street.

we said bye and went our separate ways once we were on the corner of his street.

i immediately pulled out my phone and my earbuds, anxious to push away the world and it's stressfulness.

i put on one of my favorite american bands, who's name i would absolutely butcher if i tried to pronounce. even though i don't know that much english, i still enjoyed hearing the language more than most things. as i started playing one of their songs, i stepped back onto the sidewalk, letting the world fade away while i walked home, dreading it.

as i was turning onto my street, i got a text from hoseok.

hobi:
btw jimin's gonna text u tonight
i gave him ur number for the study partner thing

me:
did i ask for such a thing, jung hoseok?

hobi:
nope but ur thankful :D

me:
damn kid u right

my phone said he read it and then he didn't respond, assuming our conversation was over, i put my phone back in my pocket, resuming my to-be short-lived bliss, as i was now walking up to my house when my phone buzzed, temporarily silencing my music. i mumbled about hoseok to see a surprise when i pulled out my phone in front of my front door. an unknown number? oh wait, hoseok said something about it being jimin earlier.

wait.

i? the min yoongi? one of the slightly outcasted people at the school? have? the park jimin's? phone number?

oh my god.

i really do.

xxxx-xxx-xxx:
hey, is this yoongi?
xxxx-xxx-xxx:
hoseok gave me your number.

suddenly, i was quickly putting away my phone and unlocking my front door. as normal, seeing no one in the living room or kitchen, i assumed my parents were either out or just sitting in their room doing whatever, and that my older brother was in his room, thank god.

because the next thing i did was close and lock the front door, then run straight to my room, almost tripping over a few stairs, before closing my door, grabbing the nearest pillow and scream as loud as my vocal chords could let out.

having a sore throat after, i grabbed a water bottle laying around on my tv stand and chugged it.

i pulled out my phone again, and texted him back.

me:
yeah it's yoongi.
and yeah, hoseok told me you'd text me sometime soon.

i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding.

holy shit, i was really texting him. i was texting park jimin.