trouble? (seokjin x male!reader)

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

M/N'S P.O.V.

    Class finally ended, walking with Jin to his usual lunch spot, wherever that is. Going our separate ways to get to our lockers, I stopped at mine and spun in the combination opening it up and exchanging my books, getting ready for the next period. Closing my pale blue locker and walked to the staircase, I see Jin getting harassed by Jaesun and some 'background characters'. Why are they so mean to him, he's gay! Why the hell is that a problem?? Going towards the feeble-minded fools,

    "Leave him alone." I sound out, not waiting for an answer I kick the back of one of the goonies, not hard, just enough to make him fall. I took Taekwondo with an old friend named Jeon Jungkook, he's pretty good too.

    "Let's go! They won't wait for us," I say running through the halls with Jins arm in my hand. "where is your lunch spot?"

    "T-the rooftops!" he whisper-yelled to me, stopping behind a corner edge.

    "That's where we're headed, I guess." Turning us around once the clowns run past us, we walk to the rooftops.

    "Do they always do that?" I asked staring at my food.

    "U-uh I guess s-so, but don't w-worry! I-It's all in g-good fun!" Jin says, stuttering through his sentence, showing that he's lying.

    "really?"

    "y-yes."

SEOKJIN'S P.O.V.

    I know he's not dumb, he'll figure it out but I could hold him off?

*no one cares for you

    Oh my god shut up! I know everyone hates me!

*you're the reason she died!

    N-no I'm not, and you know that! r-right?

*you killed he-

    "-in, Jin, Seokjin! Hey? You okay?"

    "N-no I'm fine, trust me... sorry what were you saying?" M/n shook his head looking and his rice and orange chicken paired with a ramane drink.

    "Do you want some? I made too much this morning. I can't eat it all." M/n says to me, dropping our precise topic. Looking at the lunch in his hands, I see that he has less than he should eat. Why would he offer me some if he doesn't even have enough?

    "No! I couldn't you don't even have enough for yourself-" my words get cut off by a piece of chicken with rice pushing its way into my mouth. "mmhp?!" Looking over to M/n and seeing him laugh made my face being forcefully stuffed with food kind of better.

    "Do you cook?" he said looking at me, or more specifically, my hands. Gulping down the food, I say "Yeah sometimes, I cook for my father," the name rolling off my tongue in an uncomfortable way "but I usually just wait to eat at school."

    "Could you make me some bibimbap one day? Please?" M/n pleaded, looking at me with... puppy dog eyes?

    "Sure? I don't really know what you'd want on it but I could make as usual, are you vegetarian, w-wait that's dumb you were just eating chicken but I mean do you want tofu? cause I have that more and-" more chicken was stuffed into my mouth.

    "I love tofu." Is that flirting? Probably not.

    The lunch bell rang, standing up to see that M/n only ate a third of his 'lunch'.

    "You should really eat more M/n," I say looking at his lunch. "you barely touched your food."

    "I tried sharing it with you but you didn't want any so I have too much left over." M/n said looking over to me. "you need more food than I do, you're a stick!"