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NINETEEN

Yoongi left his house in a hurry to get to school before he was late. He'd awoken late because he forgot to set himself an alarm.

Stupid.

He rushed out the door and ran down the street toward the school, forgetting to say goodbye to his mom. Ah, well, she'll see him later after school. He slowed to a jog as he neared the school entrance, and stopped to catch his breath. He was bent over, sucking in large gulps of air and exhaling them slowly. Yoongi's breathing was unsteady and forced as he held tight to the iron gating surrounding the school perimeter.

First bell rang suddenly, startling Yoongi. He jumped slightly before taking one last deep breath, and readied himself for another unwanted day at school. He waltzed through the school doors into an ocean of students who were rushing to get to class. He weaved his way through the crowd and finally stood before his English classroom door. Yoongi turned the knob to open the door, and walked in, preparing himself for a good hour of torture.

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With a miserable exhale of air, Yoongi counted down the seconds before History would end and lunch would begin. He simply wanted to sit in a room where the teachers weren't trying to cram useless crap into his already crowded mind.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The bell sounded, to Yoongi's great relief, and students who hadn't already done so, started packing their things, eager to get the fuck out of there.

"Don't forget to read Chapter Four about theꟷ"

Cut off by the sound of nobody caring. Mrs. Su sighed and made her way back to her desk, ignoring the loud voices leaving the room.

Yoongi silently cheered in his mind that lunch was here and only three more hours of torture lie beyond his lunch period. He quickly, almost sprinting, made his way to the school cafeteria, in search of a certain someone. [a/n: insert wink emoji here]. His eyes scanned the large room, landing on a head of fluffy, pink hair. He smiled to himself and quickly joined Jimin at his table. Yoongi dropped his bag on the floor beside him and sat down across from Jimin, who offered a small smile to the older.

"Hi," Yoongi said cheerily.

Jimin's smile grew a bit wider. "Hello."

The two sat in silence for a bit as Yoongi thought of a pending question that'd been on his mind quite a bit recently. He wanted to hear Jimin's verdict on the subject, so without a second thought, he voiced his question.

"I've been thinking of dying my hair," he began, earning Jimin's attention with ease. Jimin nodded as a gesture saying go on. "I just don't know what color I would get."

Jimin cocked his head to the side, examining Yoongi's dark head of hair. He tried to imagine different colors on the older boy's head, but only a few seemed appealing to him.

"Blue," Jimin decided. He tapped his chin with his forefinger, adding another option. "Or blonde. Either would look good."

Yoongi nodded, considering the suggestions.

"I kinda wanna dye my hair, too," Jimin said, snapping Yoongi from his little world.

Yoongi followed suit in Jimin's actions, examining the younger's hair, trying to think of any other color that would suit Jimin. He gave up with a pouty huff. "I like your pink hair..." he murmured.

Jimin giggled with a shake of his head. "It's a fun color, but I think I want to go with a more natural color this time."

Yoongi thought and thought about the situation, trying to think of something the two could do without matching. His eyes darted back up to Jimin's head of hair. He would look good with blonde hair... He smiled to himself, knowing Jimin would look good in just about any hair color in his own opinion.

"Oh!" Jimin exclaimed suddenly. He smiled widely. "How about you get blue, and I'll get blonde? That's a color I've wanted to try," he said excitedly.

Yoongi smiled at the boy, nodding his head in agreement. This boy is too cute.

Suddenly, a backpack was slammed down onto the lunch table, startling the heck put of Jimin. He practically jumped backwards right off the seat. He held his hand to his chest, right over his heart, dramatically. Jimin looked up to find Taehyung scooting in next him, and was confused. Taehyung simply smiled brightly at him.

"Jiminie! Ah, it's good to see you!" He gave Jimin a warm hug before acknowledging the fact that Yoongi was sitting right across from them. His grin slightly faltered as his eyes focused on the older. "You too, Yoongs. I guess." He shrugged.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "What's with the disrespect?"

"Shut up, Grandpa," Taehyung mocked. He stuck his tongue out at the eldest of the three childishly, to which Yoongi simply chuckled with a shake of his head.

"Weirdo..."  he mumbled under his breath.

Jimin giggled to himself in his hands at the scene before him.

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oops got carried away w/ this chapter so its a longer one

but hey who's complaining

oh thats right

BECCA's complaining bc she'll want the next chapter before i even publish this one smH

anyways,,

thnx for reading u zesty pickles <3