sketchbook//yoonmin

f o u r

taehyung opens the book before jimin could've stopped him and he gasped. he freezes and his pupils dart to jungkook, mouth open.

"isn't this Kaneki?!" he whisper yells to jungkook. "this is so detailed! how'd you draw him?" he questions in amusement.

jimin feels himself relax a little bit. thank god he flipped through the first few pages first where yoongi wasn't being drawn on yet.

"oh, just reference pictures and a lot of time." he says and chuckles a little bit. "i love tokyo ghoul and i was watching the second season whilst drawing this." he babbles on about the drawing.

"hey guys! what about after school you guys should come to my moms restaurant! we can have a nice meal. all on the house!" jin exclaims out of no where earning a few shushes from students and librarians.

"hey that sounds great. can everyone come?" hoseok asks. everyone nods except for jimin. "jimin?"

"well, i'd have to check with my mother." he says and scratches the back of his head.

"hey no pressure. if you can't come it's completely understandable." taehyung says and everyone nods.

"thanks guys but i'll check with my mother." his belly rumbles and is heard by everyone. "i'll be at the canteen." he nervously stares before exiting the library, remembering to take his sketchbook.

he sees the line ahead in the cafeteria which thankfully isn't too long. he has about 10 minutes before his last class starts and quickly buys his food.

munching while sketching again, he is comepletely endorsed into the drawing. he's managed to capture yoongis face and all he has to do is the hair and his neck.

he's seated opposite of the older, a couple of tables away. this makes it easier to draw him.

the piece of bread still in his hand is half eaten. and jimin has no intentions of finishing it. he continues to sketch and sketch to his hearts desire.

once he's done, he exhales sharply and raises his head to look at the drawing at a much clearer angle. only to realise that the canteen is empty. and class started half an hour ago.

"SHIT-" he sprints to class.

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it's after school and he hasn't gone home. he received detention for being late but he has no problem with it since it was really his fault.

he enters a teachers class. her face is wrinkly and her eye bags are prominent. he just ignores her and proceeds to sit at the back.

he takes out his sketchbook and yet again to no surprise starts drawing.

"min yoongi. of course you again. what'd you do this time?" the teacher talks to the older boy. jimin doesn't raise his head however he does eavesdrop on the conversation.

"just the usual." 'what usual?' jimin questions.

"ah of course. writing and drawing profanities on whiteboards. how surprising." the teacher responds in a sarcastic manner.

jimin can see at the corner of his eye that yoongi takes a seat right next to him. 'out of the other 20 tables, this just had to be the seat he chose.'

"i'll be at the canteen. you." she points at jimin and he raises his head. "if he does anything, tell me." she refers to yoongi.

once the classroom door closes. the older male stands up. jimin gets suspicious and doesn't want to get into anymore trouble so he keeps an eye on him.

"jimin? right?" he questions at the younger male and he nods.

"you're cute. wanna come to my house later?" he smugly smirks at him and jimins cheeks are a furious red.

"yes."

'wAIT WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK DID I SAY AJJDJD.'