strawberries & cigarettes || YOONMIN ✔ wattys2019

{9}

Jimin woke up in the morning , he shifted in his bed when he noticed yoongi was already gone with nothing left behind except the faint smell of cigarettes on jimins pillow.

He got up, washed himself and got ready for college. He had a lecture in an hour. After he put on his clothes, he took his bag and walked downstairs to join his father who was having breakfast.

"Good morning Dad ", jimin said and took a bite of his bread with strawberry jam. Jimins father looked up from his newspaper, "Morning. Have you gotten your exam back? "

Jimin froze, he still hadn't told his parents how bad it actually was and that he wasn't sure if he would even make it. "Um no not yet "

After breakfast jimin rushed outside the door, "Bye mum, bye dad! "

Today jimin had a lecture with yoongi, he wondered why he had never noticed him before when his looks, his aura and the way he walked weren't something's someone could just ignore.

But maybe it was because he barely went to college. Jimin entered the room with a wide smile looking for yoongi who was no where to be seen. He sat down and placed his notebook in front of him. He'd always write down some poetry whenever he got the chance to.

The lecture started and yoongi still hasn't appeared. Jimin just sighed as he continued writing. He was excited to see yoongi for the first time but apparently he had raised his hopes too high.

"Min yoongi. Why are you so late? "

Jimin looked up and his eyes widened as he saw yoongi standing there with a black hoodie and ripped jeans combined with his black boots. Jimin though that yoongi wearing black was way too dangerous. He was sure that look could kill all the girls around.

Yoongi raised his eyebrow to jimin and jimin assumed that he was saying hi that way. Then he took a seat in the front row. Jimin couldn't help but stare. He felt so stupid looking at a guy like that. But maybe it was because min yoongi was indeed a beautiful man.

Jimin quickly lowered his head when yoongi glanced back all of sudden. Jimin pretended to write in his notebook to hide his embarrassment. As if staring at a dude wasn't weird enough for him. Getting caught was just horrible.

When the lecture was over jimin waited for yoongi to leave. But that didn't happen anytime soon. All the people had left the room so jimin figured yoongi was waiting for him in the front.

Jimin walked by trying to ignore yoongi. He was still so embarrassed about the fact that he got caught staring at him.

"Where do you think you're going? " yoongi asked as he grabbed jimins wrist.

Jimin tensed up, " oh hey yoongi "

"Really jimin? ", yoongi laughed and jimin realized he was making a fool of himself again .

"I'm just in a hurry ",jimin quickly made up a lie and flipped his pastel pink hair back nervously.

"Why? "

"I need to be home. My mum needs me ", jimin explained.

"Okay let me drive you ",yoongi offered and grabbed his things ready to go.

As they started walking next to each other jimin remembered Chan's words, " Yoongi I think you shouldn't walk next to me.. "

Yoongi laughed it off, " Do I smell that bad? "

"No it's just that-.. ", Jimin froze as he noticed Chan giving him a death glare from a far, "umm nothing "

"What is it? " ,yoongi asked this time serious as he noticed the change in jimins behavior, " Are you ashamed to walk with the bad guy? "

"What no. I don't even think you're ..well.. "

"Wow. I can't believe that. You're not only listening to people telling you what to do. You actually listen to people talking shit about me as well. I thought.. Nevermind! ", yoongi huffed and left jimin standing there by himself. It seemed like the ride home was canceled.

Jimin was upset. He took the bus to get home. Not only was he upset about how the conversation turned out with yoongi. He was scared. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether he could trust yoongi or he should trust his best friend Chan. He thought things couldn't get any worse at home but he was wrong.

"Jimin what the fuck? Why do you have cigarettes under your pillow?! "

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