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Twenty Five

•okay babies here's the deal. I've gotten a good amount of messages asking if whether or not I will be adding smut or not. And I've decided since I've ended Erotic. I do be missing Jimin. So I will add smut WITH warnings because one reader asked me from the very beginning to try and keep it clean 💕 the smut scenes won't interfere with the plot. Good enough? Good.

Jimin waited patiently by the door, feeling a little bit dizzy. He hasn't eaten my brains since the last time you've offered him food and his body wasn't operating. He felt so sick, concentration was constantly slipping - he was just completely out of it. You walk out with Soekjin, holding the large canvas a specific way so that the paint doesn't smudge. The boys give each other a knowing nod and you instantly find yourself glued onto Jimin's side again.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, taking a good look at his sickly self, you see Jennie walk into Mrs. Choi's classroom but you don't bother to speed up as you look at Jimin worriedly. " You look really...tired."

"I skipped breakfast, " He shrugs, " Nothing serious."

"I have more food? They have brains in them though. You can eat half right now in English, maybe that can make you feel better."

You point to your backpack, pushing yourself just a little bit so that you stand in front of him. Jimin watches as you carefully hold onto the canvas, you tap your bag and signal him to open the zip. He doesn't even fight it, opening your bag and taking out your lunch and digging his hand in your bag to take out a fork.

"What about you?"He asked, " Don't you have work after this?"

You shrug, "I can always eat at the cafè. Nothing serious."

Jimin nods in understanding, both of walking into Mrs. Choi's classroom to already find her seated by her desk. Going thoroughly through the stack of papers, heavily sighing while the red pen in her hand drew crosses across the page. You greet her with a small smile, she returns it and you carefully place the wet unfinished canvas against the wall and making your way to your desk.

Jennie smiles at you and you smile back, sitting down on the chair next to hers. Jimin sees Yoongi wasn't popping up so he decides to pull out a chair and sit on your right. You watch as he takes the lid off of the container, taking the fork and jabbing it into the food before taking it into his mouth.

And all you do is watch. Leaning your head into the palm of your hand and stare at him. You watch him eat, and he doesn't seem to mind it. If someone had to stare you - you would instantly stop. But he doesn't seem to care. Like at all.

Once he feels your eyes stare at the side of his head, Jimin glances at you and you instantly look away.

"No, stare all you want, " He winks.

"Doesn't it make you nervous?" You whisper, " Someone staring at you while you eat?"

He shakes his head before shrugging his shoulders, "It means nothing."

Then you leave him be. Taking out some of your notes to prepare yourself for the class. It was maybe a good 10 minutes before the class started. The classroom was practically empty, slowly but steadily allowing to be filled with students every two or so minutes. You feel Jimin's eyes into yourself and you can't help but give a sneaky glance.

"Do you feel uncomfortable when I stare at you?"

"Yes, " You gulp, preparing to put your hair up in a bun, " I've always been stared at for the wrong reasons. It's become a habit of discomfort."

Jimin cocks his eyebrow, "So if I were to stare at you...you would have a problem with it?"

And Jennie picks up his words but doesn't say anything as she continuous to text Jungkook what she was hearing. Jimin was practically flirting - from the smirk that laced his lips down to the words that dripped out of his mouth like sweet honey.

And you loved honey.

This boy was smooth with his words and all you did was blush and not even protest. Which really shocked Jennie the most. She has never seen your...dating side. And the way you were oblivious to his flirting was cute. Jennie didn't have the heart to stop it.

"Yes, I would." You answer.

"But what if I like staring?"

And you halt. At this moment you really wished you had a heartbeat - it would've definitely stopped. You shyly smile, deciding to face forward, away from his gaze and he chuckles under his breath before doing something that made your eyes double in size.

He kisses your cheek.

Then your neck. Before playfully biting. His breath raises the small hairs on your body and you can't help but giggle.

"Jimin stop it, " You whisper.

As you playfully push him away, but he can't help but laugh at your adorableness. But he gets snapped out of gaze when he sees a random guy standing in front of the table and waiting patiently. Jimin can't help but lean back into the chair, balancing his ankle on his knee and placing his arm around your chair.

His hoodie leaves a small section of his hair, Jimin pushes the strands away from his eyes before looking up at his classmate.

"Can I help you?" He snapped.

He tilts his head in annoyance before glancing at you to see you talking to Jennie. Not giving attention to the situation at hand.

"I sit here." The guy says cockily. "So move it."

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to you, " Jimin grits, " I sit here from now on. Don't need to be so difficult."

"You could've just asked, but instead you made yourself cozy next to my girl Y/n. She and I really close."

And Jimin couldn't help but feel something in him snap. He didn't like the way that sentence sounded. The way this guy just claimed you like that. Not only was it fucking with him - but it was unknowingly making Jimin annoyed.

Annoyed Jimin isn't a pretty sight.

"Oh, hey Hendery, " You smile sweetly, " I hope you don't mind Jimin sitting here, just for today."

You glance between the two, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the tension. They both sense your discomfort, Hendery gives you a genuine smile before giving a nod at Jimin, which he responds with a tight-lipped smile.

"You should stop being so aggressive, " You push him weakly.

Mrs. Choi finally walks to the front of the class and she was ready to start the lecture. With Yoongi waltzing in...late. With hickeys. All. Over. His. Neck.