WELCOME TO BANGTAN HIGH
welcome to bangtan high: a series in which you and your seven friends get into all sorts of trouble; requested by @army_pidge
JIMINIE PABO; JIMIN
The shrill bell cuts through your sentence, ringing through your ears as you lock eyes with Jimin and groan in exasperation for what's to come.
You continue to cast each other pitying looks before you blink away with a huff and slide your belongings into your arms, instinctively grimacing at the science book sitting at the top as you're reminded of how numbingly boring science is, even with Jimin by your side for every session.
"Might as well get this over with," you sigh, motioning towards the hall with a smile of encouragement to try and get Jimin to follow after you. Thinking that you might've just done the job, you spin on your heels and begin to walk away but are stopped by his warm hand closing in around your wrist to hold you back.
Curious, you once again meet his gaze as he tugs you to sit beside him on the old benches.
"Jimin," you whine, wriggling desperately to try and get out of his grip, "seriously, stop playing around. We're going to be late."
You notice a change in the look he gives you, eyes seemingly widening with a mischievousness that sparkles endearingly underneath the spring sun. Your heart almost flutters at the intensity of it, cheeks tingling ever so slightly as he inches closer, voice soft and calm as if anyone could be listening. "What if we don't have to go?"
You raise an eyebrow at him as if wordlessly asking if he's stupid. He clicks his tongue and tugs at your arm much like a child would. "C'mon! It'll be so fun! We can just ditch and go get food somewhere. Pretty please."
You roll your eyes but you can already feel yourself starting to give in to his puppy eyes and loving tone of voice. After all, anything would be better than listening to Mrs Lee drone on about chemicals. Jimin picks up on your change of demeanour, gasping softly as he tightens his grip on your arm in excitement.
Finally, you exhale with a nod. "Meet me out front in five."
The halls are unsettlingly quiet by the time you sneak in from the yard, the muffled sounds of voices filtering out from the cracks underneath the doors telling you that classes have well gone underway. You breathe through your nerves and straighten your posture, deciding that the only way you can fool them is if you at least act like you're supposed to be roaming through the halls.
With your heart climbing further and further up your throat, you walk past the classrooms, keeping your gaze forward until you reach your locker, hands trembling as you fiddle with the lock and hastily shove everything into your backpack once it pops off before swinging it onto your shoulder and marching back down the halls to entrance.
You keep your face devoid of any emotion as you walk out of the front gate, acting as if you have every right to do so. Luckily, your acting is believable enough to have nobody question you.
"Jimin," you whisper when you make it around the corner so that no-one from the inside can see you, "are you here?"
There's no answer.
Frowning, you stretch to see if he may have moved to wait by the other corner, barely even aware of the snickering figure sneaking up behind you. With a dramatic gasp, a hand clutches onto your shoulder, scaring the life out of you when you scream and drop to the floor.
"Sorry," he manages between fits of laughter, "Jin hyung was yelling at me about ditching."
You clear your throat in embarrassment, standing to brush the dirt of your knees and skirt as he looks behind him to see if anyone's watching before turning back to you with an impish grin.
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