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08.
❝saint nobody❞

▍"GO HYUNG!" Jimin shouts, jumping up and down on the bleachers a she watches Yoongi play, passing the ball to Jeongguk. Hoseok and the two are on the team and Jimin would much rather cheer them on then join the team himself. Taehyung, Namjoon and Seokjin are beside him, hooting and hollering with the rest of the school to cheer omg the boys basketball team.

It ends up being half time and the buzzer goes off, each team going to their respective sides to talk with their coaches and to rest. Their team is winning and Jimin has his fists balled up, bouncing up and down and he's buzzing with excitement.

He is surprised when a senior walks over to him, a smile on his face and hands stuffed into the uniform slacks. "Hey, Jimin," he says, he tilts his head slightly and Jimin turns to look at him.

"Hey, Taemin, what's up?" Jimin smiles, running his fingers through his hair and the senior smiles at him with a blindingly beautiful smile and Jimin's mouth almost drops but he clenches his teeth to prevent from falling.

"You're going to the party tonight right?" He asks and Jimin nods as Taemin leans against the railing.

"I mean I wouldn't but I'm being dragged to it so... yeah I am, why do you ask?" Jimin asks, hands folding in front of him as he rocks back and forth on his heels, coyly batting his lashes at the senior.

Yoongi uses a towel to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, hanging it around his neck as he takes a swig from his water bottle, his eyes falling on Jimin and Taemin whispering something to each other and it seems intimate, something that makes Yoongi's blood boil. He feels jealousy wash over him because what could Taemin possibly want to talk to Jimin about? Why was Jimin giggling so much? It bugs him more than he'd expect. Jimin is supposed to be there for him and he hates the feeling in his chest.

"Dude, you good?" Hoseok asks, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Since when was Jimin close to Taemin?" He asks.