sketchbook//yoonmin

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the class finally ends and jimin is more than happy to sprint right out of that class and head to the library. a place quiet enough he can draw or do homework and no get interrupted.

he makes his way to the library and finds he table furthest away from the entrance. somewhere rather isolated. he sits and takes out the science homework the teacher set them which was about 12 sheets of paper full of questions. 9 of which he completed in class thankfully.

trying his best to finish the remaining 3 papers left, he gives up on the last one. it was way too brain-wrecking for him and he needed a break so what was better than to draw?

"hey, what'cha got there punk?" a taller more broader male approaches him and he looks him dead in the eye. "still drawing like a kid. tsk, grow up." he scoffs before shoving the book onto the floor.

however jimin doesn't go to retrieve it. yet. he waits and stares him dead until the eye. not looking away for a nanosecond.

"fuck off mingyu." he murmurs but it's quiet in the library so he could hear the younger.

still glaring daggers into his eye, he and his friends hansol and wonwoo walk away. clearly uncomfortable from the deadly yet doe eyes.

he sees someone pick up his sketchbook and asks for it. "hey that's mine." he says.

"oh, here you go." the broader male hands the book over. "you don't look familiar, are you new?" he asks and he shakes his head.

"no, i just don't interact a lot." he says and sits back down. not opening the sketchbook just yet.

"oh, we can be friends. i have a few mates that'll be glad to add you in to our group. i'm sure you wouldn't mind right?" he asks and jimin takes this as an opportunity.

'maybe friends wouldn't sound too bad.' he thinks and smiles at him. "sure. i'm jimin." he introduces.

"oh hi jimin, i'm jungkook. friends call me kook for whatever reason." he says as he sits down next to jimin.

"oh cool, you can just call me jimin." he says and jungkook nods. they talk on for a while until their 30 minute break is up and class starts again. this time jimin has English and he isn't the best at it therefore he's in the third last class.

he walks to class and sits down at the seat which is somewhere isolated from the group that is crowding around two tables.

"shut up class take out your exercise book." the teacher suddenly stands up and announces class.

"i didn't bring my book." a student who has their hand raised says something and the teacher seems disappointed but not surprised.

"of course min yoongi. why wouldn't it be you? write on a damn piece of paper." she scolds and he walks to go get some from he cupboard which was close to jimins seat.

he rumbles through the cupboard but doesn't pull out a piece of paper instead it's empty inside.

"hey can i have a piece of paper?" he asks jimin and he freezes, unexpecting the question.

"s-sure." he mumbles before scrambling to tear a piece of paper from his book. end up destroying 3 pieces of paper but finally gave him the piece of paper shaking.