Black & Pink | Jikook

8

Jimin finally arrived to his class, late. His schedule was so confusing. He couldn't find most of his classes. When he did, he would find them too late.

When he walked inside, the entire class stared at him. Jimin didn't bother to look at them. He went directly to the teacher.

"I'm sorry I'm late Mr. Byun. I had trouble finding this class." Jimin explained and the teacher nodded, gesturing him to his seat.

"Hey Jimmy." A familiar boy said sweetly as he twirled his light blonde hair.

Jimin's eyes shot up at the older's unexpected nickname. "Don't call me that!" He said as he gripped his pencil out of frustration.

"Is that not your name?" The older asked hesitantly, not wanting to anger the boy any longer.

"No."

"Then what is it then, gorgeous?" He questioned as he tilted his head at the boy. He misheard his name from Taehyung.

"Jimin."

The boy gasped dramatically as he held his mouth. "I'm so sorry Jimin. I must've misheard your name. My name is Kim Seokjin."

"Didn't ask." Jimin told as he connected his Bluetooth earphones.

Jin turned away from the younger as their teacher began his lecture. Jimin wasn't at all interested in the lesson.

"Hey look, I'm not here to fight with you. Since your new and you're not a fucking softie then I figured you could hang with my best friends and I. That's if you want." Jin basically just poured his heart out to the boy.

"I don't hang out."

"I'm trying to be nice here."

"I never told you to be nice to me."

Seekjin grinned mockingly to himself. "Fine, your loss then."

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"That fucking boy is impossible. I told him my name, I even called him gorgeous and he still turned me down. I'm starting to believe he's not bad guy he's just a dumbass." Jin stated, angrily.

"You called him gorgeous? Jin what the fuck! He's going to think you're gay!" Namjoon rolled his eyes as he stared at Yoongi who didn't bother to join the conversation. "Hey Yoon."

Yoongi looked up as his name was mentioned. "What is it?"

"Why don't you talk to him." Namjoon smiled, and all of the other bullies were onboard. Yoongi was just the kind of guy that could get to Jimin. He was cold-hearted.

"Talk to who? Park Jimin?" The older laughed as he got up to his feet. "What makes you think he wants to talk to me?"

"Because he's your type. He's quiet, odd, and a savage. Just like you." Taehyung snickered as he rested his hand onto Hoseok's shoulder.

"Fine I'll talk to him. After school." Yoongi cracked his knuckles. "This'll be fun."

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"Blow it, or it'll burn your tongue." Jennie warned as she handed Jungkook a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup.

"Aish!" The boy yelped as he touched the steaming hot bowl. He hated being sick. He knew the winter was going to get the best if him.

"I told you it was hot. Be careful, I'll feed you." Jennie smiled as she blew the steam. Jungkook barely felt comfortable. His mother was the only person to care for him when he was sick.

"Mhm~" Jungkook smiled. It was delicious and homemade.

Just like his mother use to make.

Exactly like she use to make it.

"Do you like it?" She asked as she stared at the boy. His facial expressions gave him away. He loved it.

"Yes! It tastes, like my mother's soup." Jungkook grinned, but not too much.

"It was in her recipe book." She said as a smiled pierced her face. She wanted her stepson to remember his real mother.