Roses - Yoonmin FF

fourth

↢jimin↣

JIMIN stared Yoongi all through their whole period together, only looking away when Yoongi decided to look back at him. He couldn't wait until lunch! He was starving, and desperately needed to get out of their stuffy classroom. The three worksheets which should've been done 45 minutes ago were still sitting on his desk, vacant of any words. Only sketches of Yoongi's delicate yet sharp features were present. "Jimin! Could you please read the phrase on the board?" Jimin snapped out of his daze, tearing his eyes from Yoongi and blinking his eyes at the board.

"What does that say?" Unfortunately, Jimin wasn't quite proficient in English and couldn't read a single word on the board. "Shit!" He cursed under his breath, flipping the sheets of paper in front of him over. "S-sorry, sir! It has been a rather long time since I've studied English, I apologize for not knowing how to read correctly!" he stood up in his seat and bowed deeply, hearing the girls behind him giggle. "Damn, he's got such an ass! We're so lucky to sit behind him," Jimin ignored their lustful stares and sat back down, glancing at a fuming Yoongi.

"I-it's no problem! It's okay... uh... Yoongi! How about you read that?" The teacher was shaking, looking as if he was hiding something. "Alright then," Jimin caught Yoongi's gaze and watched as he smirked, standing up and narrowing his eyes. ""Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own."" Jimin was in awe at Yoongi. "So smart!" He whispered, eyes shining. "Wow. Very impressive, Yoongi. I'd like you to meet me after class, in my office." Jimin suppressed a growl, biting his lip.

15 minutes later, the bell to go to lunch was ringing. Jimin shot out of his seat and bolted over to Yoongi, feeling the need to be touched. "Come on, hyung, let's go!" Yoongi sighed. "I have to go to the teacher's office, remember?" Jimin pouted, latching onto the older's back. "I'll come with you! Please, I don't want to be alone..." Yoongi shook Jimin off of him, walking out of the door and looking down at the floor. Jimin pursed his lips, deciding to follow him without a sound.

He lightly tiptoed behind him, ballet feet and all. He didn't care for the weird glances and stares he was attracting, as long as he stayed hidden behind the suspicious gaze of Yoongi. When Yoongi reached the teacher's office, he quickly stepped inside, the door coming to a lock behind him. "Yoongi, you're very good at English. I was so impressed today, although I can't say the same for your stupid friend today," Jimin pressed his ear to the door, tearing up when he heard the pair talking about him.

"Jimin isn't stupid, you know. He's quite skilled in a number of things, which don't happen to be English. It's not his fault his previous schools probably didn't teach English," he heard a grunt, then something being pushed up against the hard wood. "S-sir! What are you doing?" Ragged breaths could be heard through the wood. "You're so impressive... I wanted to see if I could impress you..." Jimin cocked his eyebrow at the teacher's suggestive tone, but then felt the doorknob being rattled with, and quickly rushed to the hallway and to his locker.

Jimin definitely did not want Yoongi finding out that he had spied on him, so he got his lunch and rushed to the cafeteria, trying to spot anyone from the dance class. Lo and behold, they were all sitting in at a round table, two seats coincidentally left open. "Jimin! Have you found them-- oh, never mind. Let's go over to them," Yoongi's hand was placed on Jimin's shoulder and he jumped, letting out a shocked Yelp. "Holy crap, Yoongi-hyung! Don't scare me like that," Yoongu chuckled at the younger's cuteness, walking out in front of him and grabbing his hand. "Yoongi! Jimin! Come sit with us, please!" Namjoon yelled from all the way across the cafeteria, gathering attention from surrounding students.

"Oh-alright!" Yoongi led Jimin to their table, sitting down next to each other and simpering at each of their dance friends. "Hi guys! We were actually planning on eating with you, but then the teacher called for Yoongi-hyung and then I-" Jimin cut himself off before looking down at his hands in his lap. "I got lost looking for my locker," he lied, feeling guilty for not telling the truth. "Yeah, the teacher just wanted to... er...  compliment me on my English skills, and then ask me to assist lil' Jiminie here 'cause he failed to read the phrase on the board," bringing all of this up made Yoongi look uncomfortable. "I had a fantastic 3rd period! Man, I absolutely adore Mr. Bang. He's great!" Hoseok practically yelled, waving his arms around in the air.

"Hobi, you know you only like him because he skips with his periods to have sex with you," Jimin stared at his hyung, faintly disgusted. "What the fuck, Taehyung-ah! You weren't supposed to tell the noobies that!" Seokjin let out a boisterous laugh, clinging onto Namjoon for support as he fell back in his round seat. Yoongi giggled slightly, resting his elbow on Jimin's "broad" shoulder. "Hobi, no cussing at my table! None at all, got it?" Namjoon still smiled at Hoseok as he blurted out the words, happy that Jin was holding onto him. "Y-yeah, dad,"

"Ooh~ Hobi, who else are you calling daddy?" Jungkook teased, a sly smirk on your face. "Okay, that's it! Who's been influencing the baby?" Taehyung and Jungkook turned to each other, eyeing each other's lips. "Oh, get a fucking room," Namjoon shielded Seokjin's eyes, turning away and fake heaving. "Guys, why don't we just eat? Or do something normal?" Jimin finally spoke up, stuffing his mouth with rice. "Oh, honey, 'normal' is not a word in our vocabulary," Hoseok reached over the table and rested his hand on Jimin's, earning a low, protective growl from Yoongi. "Mine," his eyes seemed to be saying. 

Jimin turned to look at Yoongi, mouthing, "We're gonna have to get used to this," Yoongi nodded, hand slithering to Jimin's lunch and swiftly fetching a soft carrot. Jimin grabbed Yoongi's wrist right before the food reached his mouth and snatched the carrot with his teeth, eating it with a challenging expression on his face. "Oh, you wanna go, mister?" Yoongi chuckled darkly and stole another carrot, moving fastly and eating it. In retaliation, Jimin took one of Yoongi's prized chicken pieces. "Hey, I was saving that!" Jimin pushed Yoongi away when he tried to take it back, only resulting in them both on the floor, with Jimin straddling Yoongi's waist and smirking. "Gosh, you too? My poor virgin eyes!" Jin exclaimed, hiding his face in Namjoon's chest. "Hey! Do you guys want to hang out at my house after school? I'm gonna be lonely since my dad's on a business trip," Taehyung suggested, finally out of his 'hey-lets-eyefuck-jungkook' daze. "Oh, that's a great idea! Come on, I have games and stuff we can play at Tae-Tae's house," Jungkook smiled brightly, throwing his lunch tray in the trash 10 feet away from him. "Damn, Jungkook, you could play basketball with that throw," 

"I would love to come! How about you, Jimin?" Yoongi nodded and stared expectantly at Jimin, hoping he would say yes. "W-well... I don't know if I should, I really have to practice my English skills..." Seokjin grabbed onto Jimin's sleeve. "Please, Jiminie! I wouldn't be as fun without you,"

Jimin gulped. "Okay, I g-guess I'll come! I-it'll be fun, right?"

Jimin simply couldn't wait for the hell that was about to brew at home. 

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hey hoes im back hah this is short and I hate it but @PrinceNami motivated me to write so i finally finished this crappy ass chapter lol

- vani
july 15th, 2018, 3:29 PM