Jikook oneshots

122. daisies, daisies (feeling hazy)👑

Author: glossyjaehyun

Summary:

In which Jimin and Jungkook were both 90s high school heartthrobs who people thought to be rivals just because they got nominated for the Prom King title.

Notes:

this is set around 1995 honestly idk shit about 90s but this is my take on the 90s i guess.
inspired by a tweet i saw (i forgot where is it but i guess yall know)
anyway pls enjoy this 13k shit i made oof

Work Text:

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"Say, Jiminie. Why the fuck is Jeon Jungkook even listed on the paper?"

Jimin tore his gaze away from the book he was reading, looking at the brunette in front of him with a fond smile.

"You've been fussing about it for a week already. Just accept the fact that he's popular enough to be on that list." Jimin received a whine from Taehyung, who proceeded to rest his head on his arms on the table. The oversized pink bomber jacket he was wearing today made him look smaller than usual, which was pretty weird since he was basically a giant.

"But he's 2 years below us!"

"There's no rule stating that only seniors are qualified to be nominated." Jimin's smile grew even wider when the said boy entered the school's cafeteria, his friends coming along with him.

"Look at that brat! Just because he's rich and all, he thinks he can take your crown?" Taehyung grumbled.

Jungkook was indeed, the perfect high school heartthrob. He was rich, the only child of a noble pair who came from the well known Jeon family. He was also granted with the good looks, in that bad boy kind of way. He seemed to love all the attention on him, judging from the pink hair he was sporting confidently. He was also the ace of the soccer team, often got the girls drooling over his toned arms and thick thighs during every match. And he got the brains too, always landing himself on the top five of his year.

Jimin would not blame him if he turned out to be a confident jerk. He deserved it.

Today he was wearing a red jacket over a striped shirt, and ripped jeans, walking casually with his two friends who were also incredibly handsome and Jimin believed to be coming from rich families too. He was laughing along to something one of his friends said, swirling a lollipop in his mouth. Taehyung was right, he looked like a douche. But Jimin was not the type to judge someone by the appearance. His parents taught him well enough.

"What? Stealing my crown?" Jimin turned back to look at Taehyung.

"Yeah? You're the one who's supposed to be the Prom King this year. This is our last year, Jiminie."

"Yeah, but there's like, other ten guys who are listed beside me and Jungkook, though?"

Taehyung groaned deeply into his hands.

"Jimin, are you stupid? All those guys know, hell, the whole school know that there's no chance competing against you. But then, suddenly, that brat is voted to be on the list. And he has a solid fanbase of blind fangirls, which means that he's up to steal your title!"

Jimin swirled the coffee in his cup, considering Taehyung's words. Jimin could not deny that, it had been an unspoken rule that only seniors would be nominated every year, since it was their last year. No matter how much Jimin tried to ignore it, it was also unsettling to him that someone younger than him was listed. Hell, he himself even waited 6 years to see his name on the list. But it seemed to be childish fighting over that title. Sure, his name would be on the wall if he won, but was it worth it?