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After school was let out, Jimin had decided to ditch the first year girl he was flirting with— Rael. He figured he would have more fun with Y/N than her, anyway.
He couldn't get his mind off of her after the game for some reason. Why did he have this sudden interest? Sure, she was cute, but there was something... strange about her. She seemed like she didn't have a care in the world, yet was somehow ambitious and endearing at the same time. It was bizarre.
Jimin couldn't explain it himself. But he wanted to see her.
Exiting his last class of the day, Jimin begins to search the busy hallway for the Y/H/C-haired girl. It didn't take long, because he could hear the laughter of Kim Taehyung, who was standing next to her.
Watching the two walk together, he felt a burning in his chest.
Is this... jealousy that I'm feeling? Jimin pondered, staring curiously at the two.
"Y/N." Jimin speaks loudly. Multiple students look in his and her direction.
She stutters, taken aback. "U-Uh, yeah?"
Jimin strides over to her and Taehyung. Taehyung looks a little defensive, standing up a bit straighter and puffing out his chest in an attempt to intimidate.
Jimin was unbothered.
"I have business with you." Jimin states matter-of-factly. Y/N stared at him, confused.
"Business? Of what kind?" She questions, adjusting the satchel full of textbooks on her right shoulder. Jimin stares at the bag for a moment, before looking over to Taehyung, ignoring her inquiry.
"I'll be borrowing her for a sec." Jimin says, suddenly snatching the satchel away from Y/N and, in one swift movement, grabs her wrist as well.
"The hell?!" Y/N shrieked, feeling like a toddler as she was being dragged along.
"Hey, wait just a se—!" Taehyung was cut off by Jimin, who turned around to give the boy a death glare. And, from Jimin, that was pretty terrifying.
Taehyung fell silent, watching as Jimin took Y/N further away.
Traitor, she thought. She stared at the back of Jimin's head, very confused as to what he was thinking.
Once he had taken her to a secluded area by the cafeteria, Jimin let her wrist go, setting her bag on the floor next to his feet.
"Park Jimin, what in the hell are y—" Y/N stops.
Jimin had backed her up against the wall, hands on either side of her head. His chocolate brown eyes were staring at her E/C ones, yet his were dark and clouded over. She began to feel nervous.
"Y/N," He whispers, never breaking eye contact with her.
She stood silently, arms at her sides, palms of her hands laying flat against the wall he was cornering her on. She couldn't pull her gaze away from his. It was like a spell.
"Just who are you?" He asks. "I can't wrap my head around it, but you're doing something to me. What is your intention? To spite me?"
It almost sounded like a growl leaving his lips.
Y/N gulped.
"I-I can't say I, uh, know what you mean." She stutters, finding it harder and harder to breath. Finally, she rips her gaze away from his, looking at the ground. His feet were on either side of hers, almost like he was capturing them in his own.
Jimin chuckled, smirking at the helpless-looking girl. "I won't stop until I find the source of this... desire, Y/N. So watch your back." He whispers, taking a hand off the wall and tilting her chin up with it, forcing her to meet his eyes.
Y/N felt a shiver run down her spin.
Jimin backed away from her, eyeing her for a moment, then turning and walking away with confident strides.
She watched him go, her whole body radiating warmth. She put her hands on her cheeks, trying to cool them down with her hands.
what the hell was that?
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