Call Me Maybe

Chapter 1

Jeongguk wished that he wasn't such a good friend.

But unfortunately he was, as he'd been trying to remind Taehyung for as long as they'd known each other, and that was exactly why he was attending his soccer match, slowly being engulfed by a seemingly never-ending ocean of people. His senses were overloaded, not knowing which smell or sound to focus on; the pungent stench of slightly sweaty bodies and the almost-rotten food that the school had provided were stuffing his nose, and all he could hear was the hubbub of the chattering crowd, and the random lines that the mascot was half-heartedly yelling in a vain attempt to be encouraging.

He didn't know where to sit; all of the benches were taken, or maybe they were - Jeongguk couldn't tell, as it looked like a collective blob was throbbing and swallowing the bleachers. Jeongguk decided to look for Tae first; his eyes combed the field for the familiar popping neon hair and boxy grin. And there he was- with the seemingly permanent mischievous smile on his face, frantically waving at him. Jeongguk playfully rolled his eyes but waved back just as enthusiastically, secretly eager to see his best friend play.

And with that, the opening kickoff had begun, and Jeongguk realised that he still hadn't found a seat. In his peripheral vision, he saw barely a flash of the bare wooden bench, and quickly darted to it, trying to ignore the not-so-subtly annoyed death stares that he was receiving. Like the good friend he was, he started cheering Taehyung on, yelling at the top of his lungs and jumping in his seat whenever he made a particularly awesome maneuver- although, Tae may not have seen him because the whole crowd was doing the same thing.

One adrenaline- filled match later, Jeongguk felt his attention drag further away from the match and closer to his surroundings, and he finally realised who he was sitting next to- who he'd been sitting next to the whole darn time.

Park Jimin.

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It wasn't that he particularly loathed Jimin, it was that he'd never really gotten along with him. Or maybe he just didn't like the idea of him.

Or maybe that was what he told himself, but whatever.

His first impression of him hadn't been too stellar.

Jeongguk had overslept and was dashing to his very first class of the year with a cup of coffee in his hand - and yes, it had had a lid, he wasn't that idiotic - when he collided headfirst into a rock-hard chest, sending him and whoever he'd knocked down crashing downward. The coffee dropped to the floor with a dramatic thud, and then a splat as the lid came off and the cup's contents splattered onto the glossy marble floor. He caught a brief glimpse of the victim's name on a piece of paper he'd been holding (now soiled by the coffee on the floor)- Jimin.

"O-oh, so-orry, I-"

"Don't bother," the Jimin guy grunted, trying to shuffle to his feet but ending up just falling again and lying on his back.

"H-here, let me-" Jeongguk stuttered out, standing on wobbly feet like a newborn giraffe and extending a shaky hand. Jimin took it, albeit hesitantly, and began to hoist himslef up, when Jeongguk shifted his foot a little, causing it to skid on the beverage. The pair crashed downwards again, Jimin caging Jeongguk in his arms, and practically panting into each others' mouths.

"So-sorry-" Jeongguk wasn't exactly a confident person at the best of times, and so he was mortified to the point of almost breaking down.

"Save it," Jimin muttered. He kicked Jeongguk as he stood up, but whether it was an accident or not Jeongguk didn't know, and Jimin didn't apologise.