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It’s the third time this week that Jimin has found a pokemon card on the floor next to his locker, and he’s getting a little bit fed up, because the lost and found is all the way on the other side of the school from his classes, the cafeteria, and the bus pickup area. He missed the bus last Thursday to turn in one of these cards, and he’s not about to do it again! He’s turned in five of these goddamn things, and subsequently been late to english twice, science once, lost his favourite pencil on the way there, and in one instance he missed a whole student council meeting because two kids threw up simultaneously on either end of the lost and found hall, which has no other exits besides the windows in each classroom. So Jimin was stuck waiting in the main office with a bunch of sixth graders while the janitors mopped up, silently seething and cursing himself for being such a goody two shoes-- he always leaves his phone in his locker except during lunch, so he couldn’t even let his fellow council members know why he wasn’t there.
When Jimin finds the dickhead who keeps dropping their pokemon cards in front of his locker, he’s gonna punch them, right in the mouth.
That afternoon, as Jimin walks out to the buses, he spots-- is that a kid on the roof?
“You can’t play with fifty-five cards! Oh my god, Taehyung, you clown--”
“Show some respect,” complains another kid. “I’m two years older than you. Fuckin’ sixth graders, oh my god.”
And Jimin forgets about the bus. He forgets about his perfect discipline record. He forgets about everything that’s not the asshole who’s been ruining his day for a week and a half now and practically sprints back into the building, knocking over an unfortunate sixth grader on his way up the stairs.
Jimin knows how to get onto the roof. As student council president, he was entrusted with that information-- and a key-- by the principal herself. So it’s definitely not a good sign that when he reaches the door to the roof and fumbles for the key on his lanyard, he finds only his housekey and the key to the lock he keeps on his Box of Shame.
Fuck. He lost the key to the roof.
Luckily, the two ruffians who are apparently trying to play pokemon on the roof left the door unlocked, and Jimin heads right out.
“You,” he says, as he rounds the corner, short body saturated with anger. “You asshole--”
“Ah, Jungkookie,” says the older of the two. “I specifically told you not to invite any of your friends, what is this sixth grader doing here?”
Jimin stops short, indignant, and spots his roof key on the ground between the two boys. Rather dexterously, he darts right in there and snatches it up, taking three quick steps back from the older one’s flailing attempt to grab him.
“I’m not a sixth grader,” Jimin says imperiously. “I’m Park Jimin, and the two of you are breaking two rules by being up here right now. Actually, three!”
“There’s a lot of Jimins,” the older one drawls. “And aren’t you breaking the rules too, since you followed us?”
“I’m student council president,” Jimin says, smirking smugly when the sixth grader starts looking nervous. “I followed you up here because-- look. The first rule you’ve broken is being on the roof. The second one is using a key that wasn’t yours instead of turning it in. The third is that you’re still on campus ten minutes after the last bell, which, as you would know if you read the rights and responsibilities handbook which was given to every single student at the beginning of this year, is a rule that applies to everyone who isn’t staying after for an official club or sport. So you’re going to come with me to the main office, and while we are there you’re going to get your lost cards out of the lost and found, and then once we are off campus, I am going to punch you in the face for ruining my whole week!”
“I’m Taehyung,” the older kid says. “It’s nice to meet you, do you wanna play pokemon?”
Jimin sputters, and the short kid-- Jungkook was his name-- says,
“You don’t even have a full deck!”
“Quiet, Jungkookie, the grownups are talking.”
Jimin massages his temples.
“Taehyung,” he says. “For the past week and a half I have been finding your fucking--” Jungkook gasps-- “pokemon cards in front of my goddamn locker, which is all the way across campus from the lost and found. You’ve made me late like ten times! Why the hell would I want to play pokemon with you?”
“Because we’re clearly soulmates,” Taehyung says, grinning, and Jimin takes a deep breath.
“You should back away from the edge of the roof,” Jimin says. “It’s tempting me.”
“Wow, edgy,” Taehyung mutters, but he backs up anyway. “Look. All I’m saying is, I found your lost key, you found my lost cards--”
“That key technically belongs to the principal,” Jimin says, unwilling to accept that his soulmate could be someone like Taehyung, who ropes sixth graders into trouble and scatters his belongings around school like he owns the place. “If you’re really my soulmate, you would have found my lucky pencil, which I lost last week.”
Taehyung frowns, and lifts his backpack up, unzipping it and grabbing what he needs and then just dropping the backpack, which falls back down with an unceremonious crash.
“You mean the pencil that says congratulations Park Jimin stucco class president on it?”
Taehyung is digging through an overstuffed pencil case right now.
“It says stu-co, the abbreviation, not stucco like the wall material.”
“No, it definitely says stucco,” Taehyung says, holding the pencil out and grinning. “You’re actually lucky, though, because I thought it was a funny typo so I didn’t throw it away.”
Jimin glares, and then takes the pencil out of Taehyung’s hand to check for himself.
There is indeed a typo in stu-co. And Jimin likes to think of himself as an adaptable person, so he sits down on the roof next to Jungkook and takes his pokemon cards out of his pencil case.
“Fine,” he says. “I’ll play.”
In all the hubbub, he forgets to text his mom the good news, and she pulls up in front of the school about an hour later and starts to power-walk in, looking worried.
“Mom!” Jimin exclaims, and the other two boys crack up at the non sequitur. While they’re rolling around, messing up the pokemon game, Jimin scoots a little too hastily towards the edge of the roof, and his mother lets out a little screech as he almost loses his balance. “Mom, I met my soulmate!!”
Her jaw drops.
“You didn’t come home on the bus,” she says, and Jimin deflates a little bit.
“Yeah,” he says glumly. “I missed it ‘cus I saw him on the roof and came up here to yell at him. And he’s an asshole who distracted me playing pokemon so I forgot to text you.”
“Hey!” Taehyung protests, coming over to the edge of the roof as well. “Don’t pin this on me! You forgot because you were having fun, not because I made you forget.”
“And I was having fun because--” Jimin almost says because of you and then abruptly changes tacks. “Actually, I wasn’t having fun, because you’re breaking the rules, and I am not a rulebreaker.”
Taehyung snorts and points out that Jimin has spent an hour breaking three rules just like him and Jungkook. Jimin’s response is that technically he’s only breaking two rules because he’s allowed to use the key, and Taehyung-- Taehyung says,
“No, you’re breaking three, because you didn’t turn us in.”
And at that point Jimin has to drag him away from the edge of the roof so he can punch him on the mouth out of sight of his mom. With his mouth. Awkwardly, because he’s like, 14 years old and a goody two shoes, okay, he doesn’t know the first thing about kissing boys.
Taehyung laughs at him, and presses him against the brick wall of the sticky uppy bit where the door to the roof lets out. And that kiss is less awkward, and Jimin’s heart races.
“Ew,” Jungkook says dramatically, sprawled out on the roof amid pokemon cards, and Jimin realises--
“My deck!”
He shoves Taehyung away and falls to his knees in front of the remains of their game, both decks intermingled rather horribly.
Jimin’s soulmate is a dick and a ruffian and a confident kisser, and he wants to punch whichever power decided he deserved this bullshit.
Right after he punches Taehyung again.