Holy Homo •vmin• (DISCONTINUED)

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"Jimin, if you don't stop throwing fucking paper balls at my head.." Tae grumbled, then turned around in his seat glaring at the boy who sat behind him.

"My bad." The blonde smirked at him, "The back of your head has this one pink circle. It's nice to aim at~"

Tae rolled his eyes, and picked up the paper ball throwing it at him. Jimin gasped, then started laughing leaning back in his seat. "Good aim."

"Whatever." Tae turned back around his seat, pulling his sweater hood up.
Jimin smiled at the back of his head, and leaned his head down on the desk after having his fun. When the bell rung, he grabbed his bag and got up quickly to talk to his coach who made a doshe move by kicking him off the team.

"Where are you going Jimin?" He turned around, and saw Tae packing up his stuff.

Jimin sighed, looking at the boy. Does he think their friends? "None of your business fag." He walked off.

Tae frowned looking down at his bag, and sighed zipping it up.

Jimin walked to the locker room where his team was, and sat down getting out his uniform.

His teammates looked at each other, then back at Jimin with confused faces.

"Weren't you kicked off the team?" One of them asked, putting on his jersey.

"Yes." Jimin replied, "But he's gonna regret kicking me off. I know he didn't mean it, because I'm one of the best players." He stood up, taking his school uniform off and putting on his team uniform.

Hoseok frowned, "Jimin.."

"Ten minutes!" The door swung open, revealing the coach all ready to go. "Hurry up-" He looked at the blonde male sitting on the bench looking up at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Ready to go to my game, coach." Jimin stood up, and crossed his arms.

The coach rose an eyebrow, "I kicked you off the team, Jimin."

Jimin tched, and shook his head with a cocky grin. "No you didn't. You just felt bad cause sometimes I couldn't keep up with my teammates."

The coach looked at the others, and started laughing. "Jimin, I kicked you off because you're a bad player. You always got in fights. Very unholy of you."

Jimin laughed, throwing his head back.  "You don't mean that coach."

"I do. Out." The coach pointed towards the door.

"Coach.."

"Jimin."

Jimin slowly grabbed his bag, and looked back at Hoseok. "Hoseok hyung.."

Hoseok mouthed "I'm sorry" and turned around looking at his locker. Jimin shook his head, and stormed out making sure to bump shoulders with the coach.

He marched down the hall, pissed out of his mind that his coach really said that.

All his hard work and dedication for nothing.

Jimin brushed his hand through his faded blonde hair, and angrily opened the door to his dorm. He threw his backpack down on the floor, and fell onto the bed screaming into the pillow.

Namjoon sat there shook, with the nail clippers close to his nail. "Jimin?"

"Don't talk to me."

Namjoon sighed, "I can't understand you when your face is buried in the pillow like that. Why are you in your uniform? Weren't you kick-" He quickly dodged the pillow that was thrown at him. "Don't throw pillows at me!"