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at first, its merely curiosity that makes jimin sit next to kim namjoon. he always sat in the back of the class and avoided speaking, even though sometimes he would give an aborted jerk of his hand like he was about to raise it, or bite his bottom lip hard enough to blossom red, just to avoid speaking. jimin doesn’t know why namjoon tries so hard to hide in plain sight when he so large. encompassing . interesting. he, much to jimin's utter delight, is odd. he’s so large and just- there. his hands are easily the size of two of jimin's put together and his legs go on forever. he’s so glittery and tan; like his skin has liquid gold shimmering beneath his surface. he's so big and there that he could easily be mistaken for an alpha.
sometimes, jimin thinks he could be with the way he flares his nose, huffs and puffs in the back, and narrows his eyes. other times, jimin thinks “no way” when namjoon plays with the squishy toy on the end of his key chain with a look of wonder. or when his eyes go sparkly and wide as he coos over something on his phone. brown eyes glitter-soft and lips plush and pink. soft. omega.
jimin stares a lot. he stares so much that it should be obvious but namjoon is so oblivious, completely lacking a sort of self preservation that every good wolf is born and bred with. his duality is so interesting that- that is what makes jimin sit next to him.
namjoon doesn’t realize he’s there at first. he’s so oblivious and used to sitting alone that he fiddles with his pencils and doodles small crab-like creatures on the desk with a hint of boredom as he waits for class to start. jimin watches him with rapt fascination. up close, jimin can count all the moles on namjoons skin and see the way the artificial light, lights up the gold lurking beneath his skin. his lashes are short, but fanned out in a way that suit his eyes nicely, making them appear lax and gentle. up close- jimin can see just how cute namjoon is and that makes his breath catch in his chest. audible enough to make namjoon notice him.
they makes eye contact and namjoons bottom lip falls from between his teeth with a wet “pop!” that makes jimins cheek heat up with a hot blush. “um…” jimin starts, and namjoon shies away before he can even get an actual sentence out. jimin wants to say something but the teacher comes in before he can even try. he gives a helpless little pout and pulls out his notebook. he looks down to see that he’s doodled namjoons name on the front of his notebook and tries to cover up before the other can see. he tilts his head and sees namjoon gaping with a flaming red face. jimin dies when he smells his scent flare up embarrassed . the scent of crisp green apples and cinnamon tickles his nose and he slumps in his seat knowing namjoon can smell it.
“great” he thinks, now he looks like he has a crush or something stupid like that. he doesn’t. jimin would like to clarify that he doesn’t have a crush on namjoon no matter how much he stares at him and thinks about him. he makes it a great effort not to stare at namjoon anymore throughout the entire class, but steadily fails as time goes by. it's to the point where he completely gives up on trying to pay attention to the teacher, and focuses on counting the sunspots and freckles littering namjoons cheeks. the other must feel jimin staring for his ears go extremely red, but he makes it his goal to ignore him which…. sucks.
jimin doesn’t know why but it freaking sucks that namjoon is ignoring him.
jimin won't be so vain as to say that he’s the hottest guy in school, but he definitely knows he's attractive judging by the amount of times he gets asked out in a day. and like- he’s cool. he can sing and dance and has a really great body and sense of style. hes cool so jimin doesn’t know why namjoon is ignoring him. “he’s the weird one” jimin thinks feeling oddly flustered. namjoon's the weird one so jimin doesn’t know why he's ignoring like he’s the odd ball here cause he's not. jimin huffs before giving his attention back to the teacher. his scent has now gone sour and a few students look back in curiosity before returning their attention back to their task. to his side, namjoon squirms.
jimin is so determined to ignore namjoon that when a piece of paper slides into his view, he doesn’t notice it until another comes, crinkling it, he whips his head to namjoon feeling eager, but namjoon is sitting on his hands, staring straight at the board ignoring him. jimin wouldn’t have know it was him unless for the tell-tale blush gracing his features. it makes jimin gape a little before looking at the paper.
“hi” the first letter reads, then; “im namjoon” on the second.
jimin is so stuck. it's just a dumb greeting and introduction, but for whatever reason, it has him blushing like a school-girl and feeling hot in the stomach. its so dumb, that jimin writes “hi- i know who you are. i'm jimin :)” and absolutely refuses to think about the silliness of it all. of course he knows who namjoon is. they’ve shared a classroom together for two years. the fact that namjoon thinks jimin doesn't know who he is-is insulting. jimin knows everyone.
he watches namjoon furrow his brows at the paper- bite his plush lip that jimin in no way thinks about, before watching him write down something. when namjoons done, he goes to discreetly slide it to jimin, but freezes when he sees jimin already looking at him. they stare at each other wide-eyed before namjoon gently slides him the paper and places his face in his hands shy. jimin feels his heart jump in his chest and grabs the paper with shaky hands. jimin doesn’t know what's going on with him- or why he’s losing his cool. but this is the first time its ever happened and its happening around namjoon of all people. his heart is beating so oddly in his chest its making him feel sick.
“oh. I didn’t know if you knew me- but i know you too :) I saw your dance recital with hoseok last year. It was cool. you looked cool jimin-ssi”
“you looked cool jimin-ssi” practically jumps off the paper and slams him in a chokehold. his face goes so red and his scent goes so sweet- so pleased that the teacher pauses their rambling to stop teaching and raise an inquiring eyebrow at him. “are you alright back there jimin-ssi?”
“i-“ he croaks, trying and desperately failing to catch his cool, “im okay.”
she gives him one last look, earning a few giggles around the class before resuming her teaching. jimin is so embarrassed he could die.
namjoon thinks he’s cool.
he peers at namjoon whos flushed a soft daffodil pink and peering up at him through his lashes. he’s staring at jimin so soft a sweet- omega, that jimin wants to throw up in all the best ways possible. its weird, seeing as Jimin absolutely does not have a crush on weird namjoon. just finds his mannerisms and lack of distinctive sub-gender interesting, that's all.
jimin does not like namjoon that way.
namjoon passes him another note and jimin is embarrassed enough to say that he snatches it up eagerly.
“sorry if that was too forward jimin-ssi. i've just admired you for a long time :(“
the sad face makes jimin clutch his heart.
he tears a sheet of paper out his binder and scribbles messily. “you’re fine! you just flustered me! i didn’t know you thought i was cool. thank you! please keep complimenting me :)!”
namjoon gingerly grabs the note from his hands and when their fingers touch, jimins breath catches and he finds it so hard to breathe. “namjoons weird” he tells himself desperately. “namjoons weird and you do NOT! like him like that!”
namjoon writes something, tongue poking from between his lips in concentration before sliding it back.
“i will! i really like your hair jimin-ssi! its so cool and edgy!!! i also like your style and swag! you’re a really cool guy (^•-•^)/<3”
jimin combusts. his scent goes crisp green apple bright and sugar-cinnamon sweet. he buries his face in his hands, mimicking namjoon from earlier, before peering at namjoon red faced and starry-eyed through his lashes. he stares namjoon right in the eye before telling him with a shaky voice: “i really really like you kim namjoon-ssi. so much.”
namjoon gasp, hand covering his mouth to cover his shocked noise. the apples of his cheeks flare a peachy coral and it then and there that jimin catches the scent of it. the scent of something sweet and warm. warm vanilla and chestnuts. the scent of happy omega. the scent of namjoon.
namjoon hides away and squeaks, and jimin huffs. “yah!” he whisper shouts, “don’t hide! you like me too right?” he demands flustered, hoping. when namjoon doesn't say anything, he feels himself start to deflate, wrapping his arms around himself in a tight squeeze. “right?” he ask once more, softly, insecure; hoping he hasn’t made a fool out of himself. because one thing for sure and two things for certain, jimin absolutely has the biggest, most gigantic and softest crush on weird kim namjoon.
namjoon turns back around, peeking from his fingers but refusing the come out his hiding spot before wiggling and drifting more of his amazing scent towards jimin who soaks it up eagerly. namjoon gives a rapid and jerky nod of his head- before shaking his head no. jimin can literally feel his world about to come crashing down on him before a piece of balled up paper hits his face. he picks it up and peers at namjoon who has his head down, entire face hidden in his arms on his desk. only his eartips are visible and they’re a violent red. his scent- once a mystery, on full blast making the whole class sniff around to try and find it.
jimin opens the note with great apprehension before gasping so loud the whole class hears and whips their heads to him. jimin doesn’t care. instead, he feels his insides melt and dies inside.
namjoons note reads: “i am completely and utterly irrevocably in love with you park jimin.”