ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ғ*ᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ...ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ (ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ)

0.1

"Seokjin, I swear to you, sooner or later I'll kill that shorty" Yoongi cursed while looking at his rival.

Park Jimin.

5 feet 9 of carefreeness and joy that Min Yoongi really couldn't stand.

Two years younger than him, he had entered school and everyone fell in love with him and  his pretty smile.

Everyone just seemed to find him perfect, so cute, or at least that's what he made them believe.

As far as Yoongi was concerned, Jimin could have been faking for all that time.

They were two complete opposites.

Jimin had this angelic appearence, mostly thanks to those pink hair, freshly died two weeks prior.

Yoongi was his nemesis: the surly boy, the asshole, but handsome. Damn, he was so handsome. Those black hair, streaked by the faintest blue hues, kept on breaking poor girls' hearts.

Awfully indecisive girls: the angel or the devil? No one could decide.

"Are you aware that he's like... a centimeter shorter than you?" replied Seokjin to his friend.

Seokjin was a tall guy, with damn attractive broad shoulders, a wonderful face and a laugh that could affect everyone, even Yoongi, who hardly ever laughed heartily.

"Hyung, really? I say I want to punch him in the face and you tell me that I'm as short as him?!" said the other arching his eyebrow.

"Actually I said you're a centimeter taller than him, but-"

"Aish, leave it, where's Hobi?" asked Yoongi.

"I think he's already in class but I'm not sure...I'll go see Namjoon, I'll see you at lunch, I guess" said Seokjin.

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"God, aren't you tired of each other? You've been together for eight months, that's kinda boring" he then said, closing his locker.

Seokjin sighed soundly.

"Do you know you're a pain in the ass? I love him, I feel good with him...ah, what would you want to know about it anyway..." he then frowned, turning back and leaving the younger by the lockers, still looking at him from afar.

Yoongi sighed and turned, finding himself face to face with Jimin, who was now looking at him with a slight frown on his face.

He arched his eyebrow and openly glared at him, receiving the same answer from Jimin.

With a roll of his eyes he just left to find his best friend in their literature class, not a word spoken between the two.

            

"I really can't stand him, I just want to punch him every time he looks at me with that haughty look on his face, who the hell does he think he is?" Jimin exclaimed, staring at the ceiling and letting out a discouraged sigh.

"Hey? Hello? are you even listening to me or am I just wasting my breath here?!" he almost shouted. "Are you listening to me, you idiots?!"

The two guys in front of him, who were just looking at each other and kissing, suddenly turned to him startled.

"Woah chill Jimin-ah, we haven't seen each other in two hours, Kook is two years younger than us and he has different classes, don't you remember?" said Taehyung, Jimin's best friend.

"I don't care, you can do those...things at home, alone in bed, not in front of me while I'm venting my frustration on you!" the shortest pouted.

"Sorry hyung, we were caught up in the moment" Jungkook said. "But I heard what you said and it's nothing new."

"Jungkook's right, I mean, everyone knows that you literally can't stand each other, so what's new?" continued Taehyung.

"Nothing's new, I just really want to hit him"

"You'd lose, Jimin"

"What? Why would I lose? Yah I have muscles, I only lost once, two years ago, and he's older than me!" claimed Jimin, proud of himself.

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Listen, why would you resort to hands? Can't you just live your life and leave him alone? Or talk to him and have it out once and for all?" he then said.

"Talk to him? Last time we talked was in front of the principal after we had a fight, and we kept insulting each other. We've never had a quiet conversation and we most certainly never will." notes Jimin. "But I obviously don't care"

Taehyung just kept looking at his phone.

"Christmas holidays are in a week" he said while keeping his eyes on his phone screen.

"When is the last day of school?" asked Jimin.

"Uhm...Friday, the 22"

Jimin then smirked, an idea already settling in his mind.

"Perfect, I'm throwing a party at mine."

Soooo first chapter out, I really hope you'll enjoy it🙈
Clau ♡