BTS Imagines

My Little Secret - Yoonkook Heathers AU

A/N: Nine. Hundred. Reads. I'm not sure why you guys are still frequenting my garbage, but thanks, I guess. I'll be honest, my writing in the first few of these makes me cringe a lot and I also just never had the time to update, so that's kinda the reason I stopped writing for a while there. But, it seems that you guys are still mildly interested in what I have to write, so - without further ado - a Yoonkook imagine. (:

(A/N: Okay this may or may not be inspired by Heathers, I have no regrets. Also, while there's never any graphic description, there is some suggestive stuff towards the end of this along with themes of drinking and drugs. Please don't read if you're easily offended.)

Min Yoongi was something else. Along with being the most popular student at South High, he was also the hottest, most flawless, bitch that had ever attended. He was brutal to people he tolerated, and downright vindictive to those who crossed him. He and his entourage, Jung Hoseok and Park Jimim, ruled the school with an iron fist and coordinating monochrome outfits. It was weirdly stylish.
Then there was Jungkook. Jungkook was easily one of the nerdiest kids at school. He had giant circular glasses that seemed to envelope his whole face. He wore giant sweaters and seemingly didn't have a figure underneath all the excess fabric. All he knew was that he would do anything to be popular and to get people to stop laughing at him. That would be beautiful.
It was a Thursday. Why Jungkook remembered that, he'd never know. But it was a Thursday. He was eating his lunch in a stall in the bathroom when he heard Min Yoongi and his drones roll in.
"God, he's such a pig. Thinking he can talk to me in the hallway, like we're friends or something." He heard Yoongi say. The other two boys laughed and continued to chatter, fawning over Yoongi's every move. It was kinda gross.
He heard the door open again, and this time to a much less jovial voice. The principal: "Have somewhere to be, boys? Perhaps in class, which you're," He paused here to glance at his watch, "twenty minutes late to?" Yoongi snorted in response, and the principal's rage could be felt from a mile away.
"Do you at least have a pass?" He said, directing his question to Jung Hoseok, the most fidgety one of the three. He stuttered over his words before looking to Jimin with a panicked expression. Jungkook quickly scribbled the three boys' names on the pass he'd gotten from lunch. Gathering up all his courage, he unlatched the stall door and spoke.
"They do, actually. We all do, I should say." He said, handing the pass over. The principal read over the pass, clearly inspecting for forged signatures. When he saw nothing suspicious, he sighed and walked out. Jungkook thanked his lucky stars he had a reputation as a sort of goody-two-shoes.
Yoongi looked him over, giving him a look up and down that was in no way subtle. He snatched the pass from his now shaking hands, giving it an even more thorough inspection than the principal had. "This is a good forgery." He said, nodding in approval. Jungkook let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in.
"You're Jeon Jungkook, right?" Said Park Jimin, which was surprising as he rarely spoke. He was normally too busy glaring at Yoongi. Jungkook nodded, trying not to let his train of thought interrupt his words. Yoongi surveyed Jungkook once again. He walked around him, eyeing him warily. "This one's got promise, I'd say. What do you think, boys?" The boys nodded back at Yoongi, mostly out of fear, Jungkook figured, and Yoongi smiled.
"What would you say if I were to tell you that I could make you a part of this," He said, gesturing to his posse, " a chance to be somebody as opposed to being a nobody like you are now." While the words stung a little, Jungkook knew better than to get offended. Yoongi was making him the offer of a lifetime. To be popular. Better yet, to be "Min Yoongi's friend" popular.
The next day, no one really recognized Jungkook like they had before. He wasn't laughed at, and, better yet, he felt sort of revered. Walking in with Yoongi and his clones felt like being someone of royalty, people would bow down to you and pay for your meals and help you cheat on homework. It was weird in all the best ways.
Not to mention, under all the sweaters and glasses, Jungkook looked and felt hot. He was dressed in all blue, to compliment Yoongi's red, Hoseok's yellow, and Jimin's green. While it felt tight-fitting, it was flattering and made Jungkook look like a model. Girls were more than likely imagining him in less pure ways than before.
Jungkook's favorite part had to be the parties. While he may as well have been the poster child for not drinking or smoking before, he got high and drank more rum than he imagined one person could in their whole life.
But there was one thing he got at these parties that no one else did. Yoongi.
While he would never admit it, Yoongi found Jungkook so incredibly hot. So much so that he always tried to use the excuse of being high or drunk to get Jungkook all alone in a bed. As vindictive as Yoongi was, he was good. Like, really good. And while Jungkook might have been Yoongi's little secret for now, he didn't mind. After all, at least he wasn't being laughed at anymore, and now he was getting dick from the hottest guy in the senior class. Where's the downside here?