One. Time. Thing

Chapter 7

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"Just why though?" Jimin sighed, dabbing some disinfectant into Taehyung's cut lip with a cotton bud.

"I said I was sorry..." Taehyung mumbled, squinting at the sting in his lip.

"Yeah but it's not one of those things you say sorry for Tae.." Jimin trailed in concentration, cupping Taehyung's chin softly before looking up into his eyes. "It's one of those things you just don't do!"

Taehyung hmphed, "He started it! I was just sticking up for myself!" Taehyung blurted out.

Jimin stopped what he was doing, "Bruh..I was there... you punched him first."

"No no no no!" Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Earlier on when...you know the way he said he saw me.." Jimin nodded. "Yeah well that's how I got the bump, dick head tripped me and I fell!" Taehyung spat, pointing to his forehead.

"Oh.. Why didn't you tell me!!" Jimin exclaimed.

"Was gonna let it slide as long as i didn't see him again today...then I did." Taehyung huffed.

"Yeah, erm...I'm gonna take back saying that I think yous could get along." Jimin reflected. "Even if he did technically start it you're not exactly innocent, you have it as needlessly out for him as he has it needlessly out for you!"

Taehyung just rolled his eyes, Jimin replaced the disinfectant in the first aid box and walked over to the door.

"I think I'll take a walk down to the playing field, I think I have a migraine coming on." He said Fondling with his coat pocket.

"Are you sure, it's getting really dark what if a teacher sees you?" Taehyung said walking over to boil the kettle for his long awaited ramen.

"They never do...I'll be fine." Jimin stated turning and opening the door.

"Hey, Jimin!" Taehyung called out before the door closed fully, Jimin poking his head around the corner in recognition. "Thank you, for taking care of me.."

Jimin's face lit up with a warm smile, his twinkling eyes forming beautiful crescent moons at Taehyung before he slipped away into the corridor.

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Jimin was one of the kids who entered the school through a scholarship. He didn't come from much, a standard working class family in Busan, and he knew from a young age that if wanted to be something more in life he had to work for it.

His straight A grades were only possible because of his long hard nights of studying, volunteering for every academic group he could at only eleven years old when he got accepted to boarding school. He was smart, but he couldn't just muster up top marks with zero effort like Namjoon.

He was always perfect. Perfect record. Perfect grades. The perfect boyfriend to those who had the pleasure...Perfectly nice to everyone. If he let one thing slip he wouldn't get the free education he needed anymore, and though his parents wanted nothing more than for him to succeed, they would never be able to pay the fees.

But nobody's perfect.

Jimin couldn't show the side of himself that pleaded not to do those extra credit assignments to his teachers. He couldn't tell his two-job working mother, that his fourteen year old self got picked on for having second hand clothing. He couldn't console his filthy rich friends about the financial struggles his family felt with growing up.