Naughty//JIKOOK//Highschool AU

You cute

"what do you do when you're sad? Cry? Shout? Or maybe you're quiet?"

"I smile"

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Park Jimin, the best student, class president and the winner of the Gifted program was now walking along the corridor. His black, glossy shoes were stomping on the floor, making the massive amount of dust go away. He wore black, elegant pants – (the same you wear when wearing a suit), which contrasted with his snow white shirt, but the best thing was.. his hair.

It was jumping up and down every step he made, making everybody turn their heads at the sight of super red strands. Some girls were gossiping, some boys were making jealous expressions, cause in fact...

Jimin was handsome af and he had the best scores in every exam. Everybody knew him for being polite and clever young man. At least it was what teachers said.

The polite and clever young man was now heading to his locker, when he stopped, hearing a few words...

-WOAAAAH! YOU DIED YOUR HAIR JIMMY! – someone called out in the crowd, attracting everyone's attention. Jimin rolled his eyes, not willing to turn around as he knew what or rather who he would see.

-Shut up kook – someone answered, but nobody really cared who. (just as readers, right?)

Jimin sighed, subconsciously touching his hair. He dyed it three days ago as he thought it was a good idea, but now he felt like a big tomato. He promised himself he would dye it into normal color today.

He didn't say anything, ignoring the attention he got and headed to his locker. He was followed by few pairs of eyes.

Eventually everybody lost their interest and minded their own business.

Everybody, but Jungkook. And who was Jungkook?

He was Jimin's worst nightmare. Jimin hated him with all might he could find and it was all because Jungcock was touching him, poking him and making fun of him every day. And Jimin hated it, because he was supposed to be a serious young man and Jungkook was ruining it all with his fun and petty games.

It making Jimin utterly furious.

The polite young man was now opening his locker and inhaling deeply to calm himself down, but..

-Who would thought that his highness Jimin would die his hair – Jungkook closed Jimin's door with one hand and touched his hair with other– tomato is really your color, you know?

-Get the fuck out of my sight – the other snapped, brushing off the hand – get this off – he pointed at the palm placed on his locker.

-Why would I listen to some tomato, hm? – Jungkook was still scanning Jimin's hair, meanwhile the latter's face was almost as red as his hair.

-Get. It. Off. – he hissed – Now.

-Tomatoes should be seen and not heard – the other retorted, a little smirk forming on his lips as he glimpsed at Jimin's face. It was redder and redder, his eyes darker and darker as he finally growled:

-I'm telling you Jungkook.-

-Telling me what, Jimmy? – Jungkook looked at Jimin with his big, black eyes as if he was the most innocent creature in the world. The latter scrunched his eyebrows deeply as he continued:

-You're going to regret it someday.

-Oh, what will you do? – there was a hint of honest curiosity in his voice rather than fear. On the other hand Jimin seemed to think of the idea.