strawberries & cigarettes ; yoonmin

twenty-one

unedited

Jimin nibbles on the inside of his cheeks as he sits in 7th period praying that 8th period won't come. His eyes watch the clock well aware it's the typical time for the bell to ring. Not even seconds later the familiar sound rings throughout the school and students hurriedly throw their books into their bags and begin the journey to next period.

Jimin sits blinking for a few seconds before instantly jumping out of his seat and struggling to put his book back in his bag. For once since the day he met Yoongi he wishes the older will skip next period.

He's the last out of the classroom and Mr. Kim taps his foot impatiently by the door waiting to lock his classroom up for it was his last class of the day.

The hallways are almost empty as Jimin drags himself to music theory, not ready to face Yoongi. He's mad at the older yes, but he's mad at himself too. He hates fighting because it's stupid no matter what way you see it- but maybe Yoongi needed to know the emotions Jimin has been suppressing. Sure he's all giggles but it's hard to sit there and not wonder where the older is, but in the end he's grown accustomed to Yoongis ways by now. He's use to walking in third period and Yoongi not sitting next to him. He's use to sitting with his other friends at lunch the entire period someday instead of seeing the older.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

He frowns as the classroom door comes into view, all excitement from this morning gone. He can't even stand one period with the boy let alone another date.

He's angry, he's hurt.

And he wants to call this a stupid thing to be mad about- like last time. But he blinks as realizes and believes he's not the one in the wrong here. And his nose scrunches up as he wishes he would stop craving the older.

It's only been four periods and he admits that he already misses the older boys snarky comments and gummy smile. He misses the smell of cigarettes and the taste of strawberry candy.

Holy crap I'm dying.

"Fuck him" he mutters before gathering himself at the door of the classroom. After taking a deep breathe he waste no time to open the door and slide into the classroom. It's fuller than usual with kids seated on the floor. Jimins eyebrows knit together- oh it's the other teachers class duh.

But his seat?!

He isn't sure why he's so worried about the chair resting in the back corner by the window- but he really wants to focus out everyone especially Yoongi and just watch the rain instead. He knows he shouldn't though since they're giving details about the project that Jimin much less excited about it now.

Although the sight of Yoongi reserving his seat with his worn and muddy white adidas struck Jimin with inspiration. Maybe it's the rain actually- yeah definitely the rain that's itching him to write down the lyrics popping into his head.

Once their eyes connect Jimins stomach churns and he lazily raises one hand to his lips in attempts of  avoiding throwing up or possibly shitting himself.

Yoongi doesn't notice, doesn't even bother to look back up from his book on his desk as the younger draws closer and closer. The bell echoes throughout the room causing the students to shush. The squeaking of the metal chair against the ground is loud as he pulls his seat out.

He presses against the window instantly.

"Okay students, after roll we'll start explaining- " the teacher begin to instruct but Jimin wasn't listening as he pulled out his notebook before his bag and a pen from off the ground.

"Park Jimin?"

He raises his hand with the pen in hand before lowering it and listening as the teacher continues.

"Okay so well be splitting off into groups today" Jimin frowns but continues writing the sloppy lyrics into his notebook.

I need a verse

....and another verse

......and a hook-

He wishes to do nothing more but slam his head against the window so hard it shatters. He loathes group projects- they're so stupid and pointless. It's done so the work load will be easier but if anything it becomes twelve times more stressful. All the work gets landed all on one person who occasionally wants to do the entire thing themselves because they don't trust anyone else in the group. They suck when you have no friends in your group!

....or class.

....or classes....

Jimins eyes wonder to Yoongi who shuts his book closed and shoves it into the pocket of his jacket. Jimin eyes widen- how huge are his jackets pockets what the fu-

"The talent show will be public, therefore family can attend if wanted" Mrs. Lee's voice carries over the overly populated classroom. Jimin wants to slam his head in the window again.

And he gnaws on his pen all class period- occasionally writing down the ever so few words. He hasn't had any inspiration since spotting his classmate to his right and has been unfocused all period long. He really just wishes to go home.

And he frowns as the bell rings and Yoongi doesn't wait for him as he packs his things into his school bag. In fact Yoongi didn't pay attention to him at all?! What the heck does he not even care that they fought?!

Jimin grumbles as he sprints out into the hallway and outside.

His eyes search frantically for the familiar vehicle but the loud roar of the engine can be heard down the road. He sighs as he finally spots the vehicle he was looking for disappearing further into town-

Hoseoks f*ing blue Silverado leaving him behind to walk in the stupid rain!!

Jimin pulls his blazer up to block the rain as he walks to the entrance still growling and upset about Yoongi not even caring that they fought- yet all day the elders eyes were on him and he didn't even notice.

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well this chapters shit- actually wait they all are whoops, my bad. 

-anyways THIS STORY HIT 4K WHAT THE FUC  I AM CONFUSION  ameRICA EXPLAINNnn. y'all i remember the day this story started gaining reads and i was overwhelmed by 300, still a crazy day in my life tbh. but now we're here with 4k and fuck i love any of you that have stuck around for so long, especially my home girl leesey- anyways i love you guys  <333