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Jimin pulled on the cold door handle, yanking it open to walk into his first class. Of course, the teacher and about every student watched him as he sauntered to his seat, hands empty but everything except his phone and keys. Dropping his little belongings to the desk, he sat back against the cold, hard seat.
“Park, one more time and I’ll-”
“Give me detention.” Jimin waved his hand and picked up his phone, slinging his feet to rest on top of his desk.
His teacher, Mr. Kim, sighed in annoyance from the front of the classroom. Students were still staring at Jimin, waiting for Mr. Kim to snap on the kid like he usually ended up doing. Jimin kept swiping on his phone, crossing his ankles.
“Put the phone away, Mr. Park,” Kim said, rolling his eyes as he continued to write on the board.
“Put the phone away, Mr. Park,” Jimin mocked. He saw Kim’s shoulders tense. “Hey, Seokjin, I’m going to the bathroom.”
Kim turned around, glaring. “Good. And don’t come back in here. Straight to the VP’s.”
Jimin rolled his eyes and swung his feet off the desk. His leg caught his keys and hit them off the table. They slid past the desk next to him. Jimin looked up at the kid who was lucky enough to be sitting there. The kid looked back at him with a small, beautiful smile. Jimin watched as his classmate leaned down to pick up his keys. Jimin held his hand out, keeping eye contact with him as he was handed the jingling metal.
“Here.”
Jimin watched him for another moment, his eyes scanning the pretty face in front of him. Jimin wasn’t sure, but it looked like he was older. He thought it’d be kinda cute to call him hyung. He had dark brown hair, almost black, and it was wavy where it framed his face. His lips were unnaturally perfect and Jimin wanted to poke his cupid’s bow. Jimin realized how pale the guy was; he was like a ghost. Jimin wanted to see that beautiful small smile again, and he didn’t even know his name.
“Park! Now!” Kim yelled, scaring Jimin out of his gaze.
Jimin blinked and met the other kid’s eyes again. He was eyeing Jimin a little nervously. Jimin nodded with a ‘thanks’, and stood up to leave.
“And stop ogling my students.”
Jimin growled under his breath as he shut the classroom door behind him, hearing the soft laughter of the class through the wood.
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Jimin tapped his foot as he leaned against the lockers, arms crossed. He fiddled with the cuffs on his leather jacket while he waited, tipping his head back to rest on the lockers. He was waiting for his class to let out. Jimin had stayed outside the classroom, never daring to leave after seeing that guy.
He was kicking himself for never going to class. He should have noticed the guy earlier. Jimin was caught up in his thoughts when the bell rung, giving him a stab of warmth in his gut. Jimin kept his head down, avoiding the stares as people walked by. The minute he saw a tuft of wavy dark hair, he pushed off the lockers and followed him.
Jimin followed his classmate through a few hallways until he stopped at his locker. Jimin, taking a deep breath, leaned against the locker next to him. The boy looked at him, freezing momentarily before giving him a warm smile.
“Hi again,” Jimin said, returning the smile.
The boy bowed his head and started rummaging through his locker. “Hi.”
He was a little shy. It made Jimin want to protect him. Jimin cracked his fingers and gazed at his face. “What’s your name?”
He looked at Jimin with that stunning little smile. “Min Yoongi,” he said, quietly.
“Park Jimin.”
“I know.”
Jimin grinned. “How old are you?”
Yoongi smiled down at the floor, keeping one hand on his locker. “Older than you.”
Jimin had to keep himself from jumping in joy. He nodded and held out his hand. Yoongi, hesitantly, put his larger, paler hand in Jimin’s. The younger rubbed Yoongi’s knuckles for a second before grinning at him.
“It’s nice to meet you, hyung.”
Jimin watched happily as the blush rose on Yoongi’s cheeks.