to him ••• yoonmin

my prerogative

Yoongi-
Jimin and I are friends. We joke around and tease each other. It's weird to think two months ago I barely him as the bratty kid in my classes. Now he's a friend. I like to hang out with him. I want to be with him, as friends. And he finally agreed to help me study.
"Okay, how don't you understand? It's a simple procedure," Jimin says.
"Maybe for you. But I don't get it," I say.
He sits back. The library is almost empty. We decided to do today's study session durning lunch. Jimin has a dance thing tonight. And since I have to study, I didn't get to smoke. It's making me anxious and I can't focus.
"Yoongi," Jimin says. He grabs my face. "You have to pay attention."
"I can't."
"And why? Because you are an addicted failure? You can't let yourself be that. You have to be better," he spits. "Do it for yourself. Do it for me. Do it for Auntie. Show Jungkook that passing is the only acceptable thing."
I sigh and go back to the homework. He helps me through the assignment. He scolds me if I try to give up, and praises me with I'm correct. The bell rings. We pack up.
"Park Jimin, please come to the head master's office," the intercom rings.
He looks at me. "What did I do?"
I shake my head. "It's probably nothing. Let's go, I'll go with you." I pay his shoulder. He nods and lets me guide him to the office. I go in with me. Mr. Goodman is at his desk. He smiles at the two of us.
"Mr. Park, please sit down," Mr. Goodman says. "You too, Min."
We sit in from do the desk. "Why have you called me here, head master?" Jimin asks.
He smiles. "Well, you are currently the top student in our school. I'm very proud and I'm sure you're parents are too," he says. "You have the option to graduate this year instead of waiting until next year. It wouldn't affect any of the scholarships. They'd all be taken care of by us."
Jimin smiles brightly. "Really? That's great!"
"So, you'll graduate at the end of this school year?"
Jimin nods. "Yes yes, please!" He shakes his hand and they a few more things regarding the graduate and everything. We leave the office. "This is so great!" Jimin says.
"I know. I'm proud of you," I say.
"I can finally get out of this deadbeat town," he says.
"What about Taehyung?" I ask.
His smile falls slightly. "He will support me. He understands. I'll visit you guys. I promise."
We walk through the school. "Wanna skip?" I ask.
He laughs. "And do what?"
"I don't know. But it'd be better than staying around this hell hole."
"Okay, lets go," Jimin says.
We jut walk out of the school. They should really have people to make sure the students don't do that. We get in the car, I start driving. It's getting cold. That's what happens in November. I wouldn't be surprised if we had snow in the next few weeks. I drive us to a small creek. In on the outskirts of town and no on ever goes there.
I get two blankets out of my trunk. I lay one on the grass near the water. I sit on it. "Come sit," I say.
Jimin grins and sits down. I wrap the blanket around the two of us. "Is this a druggy hang out?" Jimin jokes.
I nod. "On the weekends," I say.
His head lays on my shoulder. His body is so warm, it's like a heater. I can't help but feel my stomach flip. Why does he make me feel this way? Park Jimin. The brat from the year below me. How could I have fallen for him? It's ridiculous to think in such a short time the short boy with a church face captured my heart. Maybe it's only a small crush. Maybe it's not. I just hope it doesn't get in the way of our newly sprouted friendship.
"Why did you bring me here?" Jimin asks quietly.
"We needed to get away. You are in your head too much," I say.
"Thank you."
I lay back on the blanket. Jimin falls with me. He scoots closer. His body is basically wrapped around my arm. "It's so cold," he shivers.
"We can go to my house if you want," I say. "I just thought you needed a break."
"I do. Maybe I can have a break, but in your bed," he says. "I don't want to get sick."
"Of course." I sit up. I help Jimin up. He keeps the blankets with him in the passenger seat. My house is a quick ways away. We get there and go to my room. Jimin steals my clothes and gets in my bed. "Jeez, Park, I didn't know you were so easy to sleep with," I say.
"Shut it and come cuddle me. I'm cold," Jimin snaps.
I chuckles and get into sweatpants. I get under the cover with him and wrap my arms around him. "You are a big baby."
"So are you, bitch," Jimin mumbles.
He buries his head in my neck. His small breath hits my collar bone. The scent of his shampoo mixes with the smell of my cigarettes. It smells like autumn. He probably buys shampoo based on the seasons. I let the smell intoxicate me. Fuck I'm whipped. His thin arms around my torso and one of his legs tangled with mine. How could I not fall for him.
He falls asleep. I know this because his body loosens up. His breaths become steady. Quiet, cute snores come from him. I hold him tightly and try to keep him warm. Jungkook gets home. I can hear him talking to his mom. Namjoon must be busy today. I just pray he doesn't come upstairs.
At four, Jimin's phone rings. I don't answer because I don't want to invade his privacy. Then it goes off again, then again. I grab the phone and look at it. Mom. I shake Jimin slightly.
"Jiminie, your mom is calling," I say.
He groans. "Ignore," he says.
"He's called three time now," I say.
He sighs and sits up. He grabs his phone. "Hello." Yelling can be heard on the other side. "Yeah, I missed my last few classes. But it's okay. I'm graduating this year, mom."
"Yes, okay. I have somewhere to be." His face falls. "Bye."
I rub his back. "Everything okay?"
He nods and puts on a smile. "I'm good. I've just never missed school so she got scared when I didn't go to my classes. She just worries about me."
He's good at lying. If I didn't know everything I do, I'd believe him. "Well if you need anything, I'm just a phone call away."
He smiles and nods. "I know. Anyways, I have to go. I have dance." He gets up and finds his things.
"You know, soon you're going to have more of my clothes than your own," I tease.
He blushes. "I look better in them anyways. Plus they smell good." He gets his shoes on. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See ya," I say. He leaves, closing the door. I fall back onto my bed. The heat and smell still lingers.