10 out of 10; knj + pjm

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editing this part since i've taken over the account. hey this is daw and chapter 4 is when the writing style might be different.

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it was another normal day in school, the occasional shoulder bump. it didn't really matter to jimin. not like he could hear them anyways, being deaf in both ears. he had been diagnosed with sensorineural hearing loss at a young age and as a result, the deafness grasped its way around jimin's blood circulation.

he wished he'd have his hearing a bit longer, though. it would be nice to listen to music sometimes or even hum a song. with that said, jimin was a few steps away from his next class' door.

"damn." he had felt a light brush against his ass and swerved his head around, only to face a enormous man clothed in branded clothing. the well-known kim namjoon, leader of the playboys. his face scrunched up in confusion. was it an accident?

"hey kid, you've got quite an ass i'll say. a 10 out of 10." namjoon leered. jimin had to concentrate a bit to read his lips. ass? was he talking about his?

"u-um..could you say that a-again?"

namjoon's eyebrows quirked. "you've got a nice ass." jimin finally got the message. he didn't really take it well but just shyly rubbed his neck.

"t-thanks..." he darted his eyes onto the floor, his hands jumbled.

"no problem. hey, now that i think of it, are you going to the party tonight?" jimin shrugged, he hadn't heard of it. not surprising. "well it's at 8 pm, here's the address." namjoon quickly grabbed a paper from his backpack and jotted down something. "see you there, cutie." with a wave he already vanished.

jimin slowly read the directions. a tingly feeling rose from his chest. it had been a long time since someone had invited him to a party. not that it was his cup of tea either, he was more of a mama's boy. cleaning, cooking, laundry, the usual.

he folded the paper and shoved it in his pocket, walking into class.