whipped. // yoonmin

2.

The moment Park Jimin set foot in 11-C, he knew that this year was going to be difficult. His thoughts were soon confirmed when his teacher asked Taehyung to sit in a seat that was halfway across the room from him.

The seat that was assigned to him, though, was beside none other than the very person that had already managed to ruin his day. Sighing, he clutched his books tighter before sitting down, staring straight ahead. It took him a few seconds to muster up the courage, but finally, he managed to turn his head and give his seatmate a bright smile.

"Hi, Suga! I'm sorry for the way we met this morning. Maybe we can start over?" His voice was soft and sweet, not wanting to get the teacher's attention.

Suga only spared Jimin a glance before shaking his head and looking back down at his table. However, his thoughts were so different from the way he was acting.

He wasn't going to lie: he thought Jimin was absolutely fucking adorable, and the moment he laid his eyes on him, he felt like his whole world crashing down.

Every time he looked at the blonde boy, his heart started to race. He wanted to tell him how cute he looked with his rosy cheeks and shimmery pink lips, which always seemed to be turned up in a smile. He wanted to wrap his pale, bruised fingers around Jimin's small hand, to kiss him until he was breathless.

He wanted Jimin more than he had ever wanted anything in his life, but of course, he wasn't going to say- or do- anything. He was a rotten kid and he knew it, and he wasn't going to let himself corrupt someone as sweet as Park Jimin.

As much as he wanted to talk to him, he felt it'd be better to keep his eyes glued to his table.

Seeing as he wasn't going to get anywhere with their conversation, Jimin brought his attention back to the teacher standing in front. He tried his best to follow the lesson, and was doing fine until he made the mistake of looking back at Suga, who stared at him so intensely that he felt like he was looking into his soul. Immediately Jimin looked back down, hiding his reddened face by pretending to look for something in his bag.

Relief flooded him when he heard the bell ring. He excused himself to the bathroom, bolting out of his seat immediately.

Seriously, what was Suga's problem? First, he messed with him the entire morning, then ignored him when he tried making amends, but now he decides to stare at him the entire period? Jimin shook his head and walked faster, his urge to pee greater than whatever mind games Suga was playing.

As he unzipped his pants and relieved himself, he couldn't help but let his mind wander back to Suga, but this time, he saw him in a different light. He thought about the way he looked so soft yet so menacing, how he was so beautiful all the time. He thought about how his heartbeat raced when he found Suga's cold brown eyes boring into his, and how he hadn't felt this way in such a long time, not since...

"You know I love you, right Park?" His raven hair tickled Jimin's nose. Jimin giggled, curling into the taller boy's chest.

"Of course, Evan. I don't get why, though." At this, Evan sat up and pouted, holding Jimin tightly and peppering his naked chest with kisses.

"Because..." he seemed to get distracted, lips trailing lower and lower. Jimin bit back a moan before grabbing him by his cheeks, pulling him back up. "Because?" He asked again. Evan chuckled, gently touching his lips with his thumb.

"Because you're you." At the cheesy line, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. Evan giggled, moving to hug him, but Jimin moved back with a whimper of pain. Evan looked down at Jimin's arms, noticing the bruises all over them, rubbing the back of his neck.