𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

↳ ᴅᴇᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ

*High School AU*

(Jimin x Male Reader)

(Warning: Hints at sexual abuse)

"I'm just saying," Jimin exclaims, his hands waving in the air animatedly, "everything would be much better if music theory didn't exist as a class!"

M/N closes his locker with a roll of his eyes and snorts.

"You're only saying that because you got a D on our last exam, Jimin. You weren't saying that last week when your overall grade was an A!"

Jimin throws his hands in the air in exasperation.

"Because the class was fair then!"

M/N laughs at his best friend, hiking his bag further up his shoulder, and shakes his head in amusement.

"Mhm, okay. If you would have studied-"

"Don't do that," Jimin points a finger at M/N's chest.

M/N's eyes widen in faux ignorance.

"Do what?"

"Patronize me! The review was nothing like the test and you know it!"

"...The review was an exact copy of the test," M/N deadpans. "You would have known that if you bothered to look at it."

Jimin purses his lips, his hands falling to his sides, and he clicks his tongue.

"...Oh."

"Yeah. Anyway," M/N starts walking down the hallway, Jimin quickly falling into step beside his best friend, "wanna play some videogames at my house? My mom won't be home until around seven, so-"

"Wait," Jimin interrupts, "I thought you had to go to last period?"

M/N shrugs.

"I don't feel like going to history today, so I'm gonna skip it."

Jimin has a free period as his last class of the day, so he's able to go home at that time. M/N's free period, however, is at the beginning of the day, which, he still thinks is immensely unfair.

"Again? I don't think you should," Jimin stuffs his hands inside of his pockets. "Your attendance in that class is already fucked, man." Even though he says that, the pair were still making their way to the school's front door, ready to go home for the day. "You can't skip it forever."

M/N's grip on his bag strap tightens ever-so-slightly that Jimin doesn't seem to notice, and he gives his best friend a small smile.

"I can certainly try, though."

The two walk down the hallway, mindlessly chatting about what games they were gonna play at  M/N's house when they get there, "Maybe Mario kart?" when M/N's eyes caught a particular door sign a few ways down from it.

Room 2010, History.

The teenager's tongue suddenly feels too big and too dry in his mouth and he stops talking mid-sentence, making Jimin look over in confusion only to see his best friend shrink in on himself as they got closer and closer to the exit. M/N's eyes fidget as they point towards the ground almost as if he was scared to look up or make his presence known. Jimin's eyebrows furrow.

He's never seen M/N like this.

Jimin parts his lips to ask what was wrong when a deep voice cuts off his impending question.

"M/N?"

The aforementioned male freezes in place at the sound of his name being called and his hands tighten around the straps of his back even more. Jimin turns to see the school's history teacher hanging out his (now open) classroom door, Jimin's peers that sat inside wondering what their teacher is doing. Jimin's never had his class before, so he doesn't really have an opinion on him, but he's heard from his friends that he was a decent guy. The teacher turns to his class.