KUMAMON KID ⚣ y.mn

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More that 3000 words of pure yoonmin...

Also slightly ;) towards the end

Jimin POV:

Perching myself on one of the chairs in my form room, I placed my bag under the table and rested my head on top of my hands. My eyes flitted around the classroom looking between the small huddles of students chatting. Searching for a certain fluffy mop of light mint hair in between the crowds. I let out a disappointed exhale when I saw no sign of the mint green.

"Looking for something?" I glanced upwards seeing Taehyung settled on the edge of the desk, corners of his mouth pulling up into a small smirk, "Or someone?" he teased, clearly hinting at something.

"No," I mumbled. Taehyung raised his eyebrow at me, making me sigh in defeat. 

"Fine, I am. Do you know where he is? I wanted to ask him if we could swap partners for our English project so that I could go with him and Jisung  can go with Chenle."

"He's coming soon. No need to stress yourself over him, it's only been a day since he moved. I know he's your crush but still-"

"Shhh, d-don't mention that here," I shushed him while covering his mouth, hoping no one had heard what he said.

"No need to get so shy~" he spoke, taking my hand off of his mouth. A buzz came from the pocket of his jacket before he took out his phone to check it. "Uh, gotta go. Jessi wants me to come to her form." he explained scratching the nape of his neck.

Well he doesn't seem that happy to see Jessi

"See you in class then."

"Yeah, bye." he jumped off of my desk, almost hesitantly walking out of the door. I mean he could've been a little more enthusiastic to see his girlfriend.

I took my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans when I felt a small tap on my shoulder. My head whipped around and as expected it was Yoongi. Except he didn't seem the same as usual ; there was something very different.  He was dressed in a very oversized grey hoodie,his slim figure almost drowning in the fabric. 

It was definitely not something he would wear. Containing his messy , mint coloured hair was a cap ; shading his eyes while his hoodie was pulled over his head. Basically shielding half of his face from being seen . He was clenching his big sweater paws in his hands as he looked down at the ground so that I couldn't see his face properly.

"Do you have any umm... makeup that I could use quickly?"

"Makeup?" I asked , getting confused from his question. Yoongi wouldn't be seen dead wearing makeup. He was always one for the more scruffy laid back look not bothering with accessories let alone makeup.

"Hmm, just concealer or something."

" I don't usually wear makeup to school,but Fei might have some."

He nodded and almost rushed to the table that Fei was on ,that was surrounded by her friends. I watched as he asked her for makeup and the people around Fei squint their eyes in confusion. Fei burrowed in her handbag for a few moments before handing him a small tube of concealer with furrowed eyebrows, seemingly confused as well.

As soon as he was handed the makeup, he darted out of the classroom without a word. 

"Wait, Yoongi!" I tried to call him, but he turned a blind eye to me. I knew he heard me, but why did he just leave?

Feeling my curiosity grow from his strange actions, I felt my legs slide my chair away from the desk and follow Yoongi's footsteps. Exiting out of my form room, I trailed behind him. At the other end of the corridor, I saw him hastily enter the bathroom.