whipped. // yoonmin

1.

Park Jimin was undoubtedly always late.

It wasn't something that he would plan to happen, but with all the time he spent picking his clothes and putting makeup on, it was something he couldn't help. However as he woke up, he realized that at his new school that would no longer be a problem seeing as Silverleaf Academy was a prestigious all-boys school. It was a school that required students to be prim and proper at all times, which meant always wearing the required uniform, and wearing no makeup or accessories of any kind. Having come from America, it was hard to adjust to all of these new rules, but he'd do his best to comply.

After taking a quick shower, he took a look at his uniform, humming as he slid it on. It consisted of a long sleeved polo shirt, a grey coat, black slacks, and a black tie. It was quite standard, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like how dapper he looked in it. He smiled at himself in the mirror on his vanity before swiping a bit of shimmery gloss on his lips, and applying a few coats of mascara. He pinched his pale cheeks, bringing just the slightest of color to them before taking a deep breath and walking out the door. As soon as he shut the door behind him, flashes of being at his past school clouded his mind.

"Come on, Park, it's just one drink."

He wasn't sure how to feel about all these people calling him 'Park,' but it was the first time he was actually fitting in, and he wasn't going to let anything ruin that.

At the two years he'd been at Crestwood High, he'd always sat alone. He was seen as 'that weird Asian kid,' and it didn't exactly help that he had a rather hard time speaking English, no matter how hard he tried to learn. Being invited to this dumb party was the most exciting thing that's happened to him since he arrived in America, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

Sighing, he grabbed the drink from the raven haired boy in front of him, taking a small sip before scrunching his nose up at the bitter taste. The boy laughed at him, pinching his cheek gently. "You're cute, you know that?"

For the first time in a long time, Jimin couldn't help but feel butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

Jimin shook his head, remembering where he was. 'You're in Korea now, Jimin. You're starting over. What's the point in looking back at the past?' he thought to himself, leaving his house.

One of the new upsides of his new school was that it was easily just a five minute walk from his house, unlike when he was in America, where he would have to drive to school every day and would almost always manage to find some way to get lost.

Shoving his earphones in, he let the sweet melodies of his classical music playlist fill his ears, taking in his surroundings with awe. He had forgotten just how beautiful Korea was. He reveled in the beauty of the trees, of the kind smiles of the strangers he passed by, sighing quietly.

He really had missed everything about his home.

So wrapped up in his surroundings, he didn't even seem to notice that he had finally reached his destination. It wasn't until he accidentally slammed into someone's back that he came back to reality.

Shocked by the sudden contact, Jimin let out a loud, high-pitched yelp before falling flat on his behind. He could only revel in his pain for so long until a sharp, annoyed voice sliced through him.

"What the hell is your problem?" Jimin looked up wide eyed at the boy who had spoken.

His eyes were dark brown and void of emotion, but his eyebrows were furrowed angrily. His mouth was turned down into a scowl, and his hair was just as dark as his cold, unforgiving eyes.