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"don't you know that you should never, ever, interrupt a person while they're listening to music?" is the first thing the mint-haired pretty stranger sitting in front of him said after furiously taking his earphones off his ears.
trying to ignore the boy's murderous gaze, jimin took a deep breath, closing his eyes and fists pressed to his lower body: mentally counting to ten, 1, tighten, 2, let go, 3, tighten, 4, let go, 5, tighten, 6, let go, 7, tighten, 8, let go, 9, tighten, 10, let go. He took one last, deep breath before opening his eyes and grinning widely, obviously fake, only to face a still furious stare from the other, he obligated himself to act indifferent, because no one talks to him like that, not even pretty boys who look as good as this one.
"don't you know that it's rude to take someone else's seat? they're numbered for a reason", he said and congratulated himself for acting as composed as he did in front of the guy. also thanked taehyung for dragging him to those theatre lessons in summer.
"don't you know you should check your vision every once in a while?", he snapped back, and jimin was honestly done with this boy and his pretty face, which was so beautiful that it was literally tiring to stare at, he only wanted to sit in his goddamn chair and drop dead in the desk once the teacher started with the day's lesson.
"okay, so apparently both of us are claiming the same seat. is your number 45#?", he said, taking the printed e-mail and reading over it. it certainly said 45#, this was his place, "because, look at this...", he shoved the piece of paper in the others face, "45#, that one is 44#...", he pointed at the seat next to them, "...and this one here is...", he walked towards the desk, his hands on it and looked at the confused guy sitting there with narrowed, questioning eyes. the boy muttered a confused '46#?', and he answered with a nod and a grin. then, he walked back to his seat and stared at the pretty boy, satisfaction in his factions, feeling the victory in his veins.
"first of all, what the fuck; and second... let's go", he signaled jimin to follow him as he raised from his? seat, grabbing his backpack and walking towards the doors of the classroom.
"what the...", jimin looked around the room, disoriented. when his gaze travelled back to the other boy, who was now near the exit, he shouted "hey, wait for me", and couldn't help but notice every single pair of eyes in the room now staring at him, running behind the stranger, and didn't miss the looks of disapproval and disappoint. who was this guy to turn him into a person who caused disappointment? he was jimin, the one and only jimin. the popular dancer, singer, and head of the student board, social, fun, nice and intelligent, future kid's psychologist jimin. and only then he realized it was too late now, his attendance records thrown to trash and image apparently ruined. and he didn't even know who was he following or for what. he couldn't even stop himself, as if someone else was possessing his body, he couldn't find the strength to stop himself from following the guy, and it was terrifying.
"can you relax? we're just going to the counselor's office to fix this misunderstanding, i won't fucking kill you", he gasped, rolling his eyes.
"can you relax? i might be confused but the look in your face says otherwise", and right after he finished that sentence he realized how disrespectful and mean he had been, "...oh my god", he started, "i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to sound so..."
"bitchy?", he interrupted.
"ouch... but yes", guilt drawn all over his face.
they walked silently for a while, until the guy almost whispered, as if he wasn't ready for the other to listen to it, "sorry, that was out of place", not looking up from his red converse even once, and jimin could swear that he witnessed the boy's cheeks redden with embarrassment. he didn't answer, but he nodded and smiled, pleased with the way the events had turned. the rest of the trip to the counselor's office was silent but not that tense anymore, at least now yoongi didn't look like if he wanted to kill him and his entire family, not exactly a sunshine, but at least he didn't seem... angry? anymore, jimin wasn't sure why, but he knew it was a good but exotic thing, a thing to treasure. he seemed to be a little grumpy, although the other found his expression amazingly cute and decided that he was more than okay with that side of the boy.