the boy who doesn't love

Chapter 1

Park Jimin, you either loved the guy or hated him. Yeah sure, the guy was funny as all get out and definitely knew how to dress, but oh my god the kid RADIATED homosexuality. He was a walking, talking, breathing gay flag. Too much estrogen for a man- "Namjoon, my favorite hetero, what're the plans tonight? For yours and Seok's party?" My thoughts were interrupted by the devil himself. "Jimin," I sigh, towering over the little guy; his eyes filled with excitement and impatience,"I told you Yoongi hasn't replied whether or not he's going, but i'm sure he will. He always shows up, and just ask next time" I roll my eyes and begin to turn away. "Pshh, I wasn't gonna- ok cool thanks, just let me know." he replies, his head down with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks. His silence didn't last long though, not even 2 seconds later he hurried through the crowded hallways, white hair barely visible, yelling after Jungkook. I let out a breathless chuckle, shaking my head. The kid needed to be sprayed with Adderall.

I sat in class, minutes felt like hours as i stared mindlessly at the clock instead of my algebraic equations. What difference did it make, I could just get the answers from Hoseok that night. I looked to the next few rows over at Yoongi, concentrating on whatever the hell we were learning. I tore off a corner for my paper and wrote a note, crumpling it up and waiting for Mrs. Brown to turn towards the board. I tossed the paper wad at Yoongs, hitting him in the side of the head. He looked confused for a second before picking up the paper, rolling his eyes at the contents. I winked at him and made a kissy face, he looked back unamused before pulling out his phone. Seconds later, my ringer chiming, "Of course Jimin wants to know if i'll be there, I can't get him off my back. Apparently he's even asking Jin about me, I saw them in the hall today." I stared at the text for a second, obviously Jimin wasn't being too subtle but he should've been more subtle than asking JIN! You never talk to your crush's bestfriend about them, it's like he wanted Yoongi to know. "you'll live" i sent back, a small grin on my face. "Boys, whatever you're looking at that's more important than this class, you are more than welcome to share. Are you listening, Namjoon?" Mrs. Brown asked, her wrinkly skin and rat eyes had never annoyed me more than at  this moment. "Yes ma'am" I replied, the old hag couldn't just kick the can already?

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NOTES: baha hey y'all uhm until i can figure out how to do the actual notes section thingy i guess i'll have this. pls comment how to lmao ugh. ok i know this first chapter is cringy BUT ITLL GET BETTER (or worse idk i haven't written in a while) pls be sure to check my journal Emma's McFreaking Thoughts for updates and what not. if you need to reach me my instagram is @/nobodylikesvenus and my twitter is @/emmaleighuh hope you enjoy :)