fuck off. || Yoonmin

eight

"Okay, so let's get this straight, Baek Kyung, -- very attractive, very "should I look past the fact he's an asshole" Baek Kyung -- tried to fight you during lunch? And you're STILL sitting with them?" 

"So, I'm gonna ignore your weird attraction to BK, and let you know that it's not that deep. In the end, they're pretty cool people. Back me up on this Namjoon."

Namjoon looked up from his homework, pushing his reading glasses back up the bridge of his nose. 

"What? I wasn't listening."

Jin sighed.

"What a surprise. As usual, school's more important than your friends."

Oh, shit.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at this and turned to look at Namjoon. The youngest looked shocked, mouth slightly agape. Visibly struggling to find a response, he eventually settled on: "Uh, sorry?"

Jin scoffed and rolled his eyes, before turning his attention to Yoongi.

"Can you believe him?"

"Okay, so, like, I'm definitely not going to be a part of your lover's quarrel so,--"

"We're not lovers!" Jin exclaimed haughtily, interrupting Yoongi.

Namjoon's eyes flickered to Jin, and, biting his lip, he hesitantly agreed. 

"Y-yeah, definitely not, Yoongi. Definitely not."

It was Yoongi's turn to roll his eyes.

"Sure. Well," he stood up and dusted off his black skinny jeans, "as fun as this was, I gotta go."

"Wait, why?" Jin asked.

"Oh, it's Wednesday isn't it?" Namjoon supplied, leaning back in his seat. 

"Yup," Yoongi scowled. "The best night of the week."

"Wait, Wednesday, Wednesday... Namjoon, you know everything, right? What's Wednesday again?"

Namjoon shook his head and chuckled at Jin's attempt to provoke another fight, as Yoongi continued to get ready to leave, shrugging on his grey hoodie.

"Wednesday is family night. With Halmeoni, Dad,  Soo Jin, Mom, Lee Hyuk and all the kids that come in between," Yoongi sighed.

"You mean your siblings?" Jin laughed.

"That's one word for them." Yoongi fake smiled. "Not that it's the one I'd use. People who hate and want to compete with you aren't exactly who I'd consider family."

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Jimin's phone burned hot in his pocket.

Not physically, but he was very, very aware of the device. 

He took it out again, checking his notifications for the nth time today. 

It had almost become routine at this point. He was waiting for a certain someone to comment on a post, DM him, anything. He dreaded it and anticipated it all at the same time.

It's been a couple of days since the night he promised not to touch Instagram and now it was all he could think about.

Why? Don't ask him; he has absolutely no idea. Part of him believes that half of the problem is because he has no one to rant to about minty.myg, so everything's stayed bottled up inside. 

Jimin could feel his agitation and curiosity growing by the minute and he really wasn't having it. 

Should he DM minty.myg first? No... That would open a door that Jimin doesn't think the user deserves to be invited through.

Should he post another picture? But, what would he even post? Something that would provoke a response... Something that doesn't scream "notice me" but gently suggests it.

That sounds safe enough.

Exiting Instagram and opening his gallery, Jimin began scrolling through his photos.

Too obvious.

Too dark.

Too subtle.

Too dramatic.

Too-- wait.

Jimin's face lit up with a smile.

Perfect.