"a little less sixteen candles, a little more 'touch me'"

two

"DONT TRY SUICIDE!"

"NOBODYS WORTH IT!"

"DONT TRY SUICIDE!"

"NOBODY CARES!"

"DONT TRY SUICIDE!"

"YOURE JUST GONNA HATE IT!"

"DONT TRY SUICIDE!"

"NOBODY GIVES A DAMN!"

the two boys were singing back and forth to Queen's "Dont Try Suicide." no matter how much namjoon tried to deny it, he loved Queen almost as much a jimin did.

jimin began to snap his fingers to the beat of the song. namjoon continued to sing, and purposely lowered his voice to mimick freddie mercury: "so you think it's the easy way out-" jimin mimicked a guitar riff "you think you're gonna slash your wrist this time?"

jimin giggled at namjoons freddie mercury impression. he changed the song to--his personal favourite--"Killer Queen."

snap, snap, snap. "drop of a hat, shes as willing as, playful as a pussycat. then, momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas to absolutely drive you--" to this both namjoon and jimin screamed,"WILD, WILD."

and jimin whispered,"shes all out to get you."

they laughed to tears as they stepped out of the car. it took a moment for them to recollect themselves. on their way in, namjoon checked his phone to see they luckily still had, like, ten minutes.

"I'm gonna go walk around, joonie." he kissed namjoons cheek and made his way towards the boys restroom. he mentally promised namjoon that he would make it to class on time.

when jimin reached the bathroom, he heard a, surprisingly familiar, voice coming from one of the stalls--no actually, it was two voices. "what the fuck--oh my god. hoseok, jackson! what the hell are you two doing?"

hoseok stumbled backwards as the stall door was kicked open. "oh shit. jimin, you scared the hell out of me!"

jimin scoffed. "not my fault you were making out in the bathroom."

"shut the fuck up you 5 foot midget." jackson shot back.

"hey! I'll have you know, I'm actually 5 foot AND 6 inches!"

the two taller boys giggled and jimin eventually let them finish what they began. he really didnt want to go to class, but even a mental promise is a pinky promise. he made his way to his first period: math. he fucking hated math, with a burning passion. he also loved it because jungkook and jinyoung were in that class.

jimin made his way into the class room. he ignored sungwoons cat calls. he found jinyoung, but no jungkookie. he took his seat in front of jinyoung.

"hi, youngie." he greeted jinyoung with a kiss on the forehead.

"hello, jiminie."

"where is our kookie?" jimin asked. he took out his notebook. he wouldn't use it for notes, he just liked to doodle while the teacher talked.

jinyoung sighed: "hes 'sick.'" he used air quotes to exaggerate sick. by "sick" he meant "currently making out with yoongi, and he will probably be here by lunch."

"ahhhh, I see." jimin nodded. "at least hes having fun."

the two boys giggled but quickly shut up as the teacher began to talk. this is when jimin began to doodle. he often drew hearts, jinyoung, and sometimes taehyungs name next to his.

he really was hooked. I mean, how could he not fall for taehyung? he has the voice of an angel, visuals that can kill, hes almost as smart as namjoon, hes sweet and sensitive, and from what he's heard he had a big di--

"PARK JIMIN."

'shit.' jimin thought. he raised his head and smiled. "yes, mr. chu?"

"mind telling me why you're smiling and daydreaming instead of paying attention to the lesson?"

"yes," jimin gave the best Bruce Wayne face he could "in fact I do mind, but I'll tell you anyways; my thoughts are a hell of a lot more entertaining than your stupid lessons of math that we learned fucking two years ago."

mr. chu scoffed: "well mr. park, you can daydream all you want in detention."

"detention?" jimin sighed. "for what? you asked me a question and I answered it."

"because, I said so." he smiled.