Pastel ≒ Y.G ~ H.S (✔️)

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Jimin groaned as he sat at his normal history table with Roa, the shorter girl only humming in agreement as she sipped her tea. "What happened this time?" Jimin brought his head up to look at her, only to lay it back down. "Everything,"

"Mood," she replied, Jimin ignored her, "I mean, how fucked up is high school? Be honest with me,"

Roa shrugged, "Not really fucked up if you hang with the right people," Jimin nodded as he finally sat up straight and turned to her, "Exactly! So why the hell do I feel terrible about the fact that Yoongi and Hoseok broke up over the absolute worst thing possible, and Taehyung and Jungkook broke up over another worst thing possible! I'm not even dating anyone and I feel heart-broken! I don't need to be near all of the unnecessary drama..."

"I'm just gunna tell you what I'm thinking, Jimine,"

"Please,"

"When the fuck did Hoseok and Yoongi break up? And since when were Tae and Jungkook together?" Roa said, her lips twisted into a pout as she continued to sip her tea. "You're absolutely no help. I mean-"

"And he continues!"

"Fuck off, I mean, Imagine a possible scenario where Yoongi, our pastel boy, would dye his hair black." Roa's eyes widened as she nearly spat out her tea. "I'm sorry, Yoongi's hair is what now?" Jimin rolled his eyes as he looked at his smaller friend, she really isn't helpful. "Have you been living under a rock all goddamn day?"

"I don't really pay much attention at school..."

"I see," Jimin sighed, "I don't know, maybe he just wanted to switch things up, try something new. I'm not going to freak out, there's nothing to freak out about,"

"Yeah," Roa mumbled, patting Jimin on his back as she let out a small laugh. "I think we should be worried when he starts smoking and skipping class, that's when we should start worrying."

"Agreed,"

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"On a scale of one to ten, how fucking done are you with this group?" Jin asked as he and Namjoon sat outside, the older with a cigarette between his lips. "Hmm, I'd say a good thirty," Namjoon replied, nodding to himself as he watched the older flick ashes onto the ground.

"You know what? You're a smart asshole, Joon"

"Uh...thank..you?"

"No, serious. You're smart, you have a chance to go places, you can actually be something one day but instead, you're hanging out with three idiots. One is a stupid asshole, the other is an annoying but sadly cute asshole, and then there's the sassy asshole who acts like he doesn't give a single fuck in the world and flirts with the smart guy."

Namjoon sighed, he was going to speak, but Jin cut him off. "And it's not like it's because you have the same traits as us, Hoseok and I smoke our lungs away, and we drink 'til we're dead. Jungkook- bless his heart- wouldn't ever even touch a cigarette, but he'd drink and skip class in a heartbeat. But you? You don't do any of that shit, hell, you'd kill everyone and then yourself if you ever even thought about it." Jin rambled, he sighed and watched as smoke escaped his lips and disappeared in the air.

"I- Jin, where is this coming from?"

"I honestly don't know, but it had to be said, this shit is going downhill fast and I don't want you to be a part of it," Jin said, making eye contact with Namjoon for the first time in a few minutes. "I know I flirt with you like... every day, and I know you probably think I'm just joking around 'n shit, but I really do care about you and what the fuck you're going to do once we leave this shit-hole."