One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 18

~Jimin's POV~

The next morning, Yoongi wasn't in bed. I groaned quietly, before slowly turning my head to check the clock on the nightstand. I gasped whenever I saw that I had ten minutes to get to class and flew out of bed, grabbing a shirt and some pants from Yoongi's dresser. I grabbed my shoes, keys and bag and took the stairs two at a time and as I went to the door I slipped on the pants. I slung my bag over my shoulder and rushed out the door, getting in my car and tossing my bag to the passenger's seat. I began the drive to school, looking in my mirror as I fixed my hair to look presentable. Whenever I arrived, I got out of the car with my bag and slipped on my shoes, ignoring two girls that were whispering and squealing at the fact that I was shirtless. I put on my shirt before I ran to the building, trying not to trip on Yoongi's pant legs that were a few inches too long for my legs. I rolled up the sleeves to his shirt and while I speed walked to my class, I checked myself out in the reflection of the lockers in the hallway, making sure I didn't look like shit. I got to the class a few seconds before the bell rang, and quickly got to my seat. Seokjin looked surprised by my appearance. As I rolled up my pant legs, he asked me questions.

"Why are you so late? And why are those clothes so big on you? And...designer?"

"I overslept. They're Yoongi's clothes. I was in a rush so I just grabbed some of his rather than going to get some of my own. I replied, before I looked beside him. "Is Taehyung late too?"

"Looks like it. He hasn't showed up either." He said, and I hummed.

"Have you texted him?" I asked, and he nodded.

"I texted you too." He said, and I frowned.

"I didn't see it." I said, instinctively reaching for my phone but whenever I patted my back pockets, I frowned whenever I didn't feel it there. "Shit...I left my phone at home..." I grumbled, and he smiled sheepishly at me.

"It's fine. It isn't like you can use it right now anyway. We have that substitute today. You know, the one that took that one girls phone and the next day when she asked for it back he told her that he had sold it and that she didn't need it anyway? That douche. So you really shouldn't be on your phone today anyway."

"Ugh. He's still got a job here? You'd think he would have been fired for that."

"Apparently he is old friends with the dean." He said, with a frown. "And he didn't believe the girl when she said he sold her phone. So..."

"So he's a jerk with friend's in high places." I mumbled, and he hummed.

Before we could continue our chat, the sub came in and told everyone in the room to shut up. We both frowned, exchanged glances, and then sat quietly through the grueling two hour class.

Whenever class was finished, Seokjin got up and stretched. I grabbed his hand and quickly led him out of the room, wanting to run before the substitute decided he was going to hurt our ears with more lectures. Whenever we were out of the room, we both sighed as we went to our next class. Our classes were next to each other, and they were the same length.

"Whenever class is over, do you want to get some lunch together?" Seokjin asked, and I nodded. "Great. I'll text Hoseok and ask him if he wants to come."

I paused whenever I heard Hoseok's name. "Ah--Hyung, has Taehyung told you what happened between him and Hoseok hyung yet?" I looked up at him, and he frowned.

"No. What happened?" He asked, getting that worried mother face as we continued our walk.

"Hoseok hyung rejected Taehyungie that night that you left with Namjoon hyung." I said, and his eyes widened.