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♬ You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you
Than I was at sixteen, lost in a film scene
Waving homecoming queens, marching band playing , I'm lost in the lights
Park Jimin had a reputation.
Perhaps he could have avoided his stupid social title if he had chosen to be more discreet the first time he had stepped in their university's hallways.
He could have purposely chosen to dye his had back to black instead of leaving it a flashy blonde with streaks of pink and purple, but then he'd hate not having to stand out.
He could have also probably chose to wear something tame, but then again tame is barely even in his vocabulary. He'd already gotten kicked out of his abusive uncle's homophobic house, and his parents — bless their hearts had given him enough money to navigate through his college as a spoiled brat. Though his mother had left him before he could start uni, and his father had started a new family with another woman; they both gave as much for him to support him.
So yes, he might have been sporting a black eye and a busted lip on his first day at campus but he had his pockets filled with savings, a stable job, a good ass deal of an apartment near his school, and less of an emotional baggage clinging itself on the chains that hung on his neck.
“Jimin?” this was his best friend first words, the cherry on top wasn't that him and Kim Taehyung hadn't seen each other for roughly two years when the latter switched schools but rather the mortification in his tone. “You did not just come to campus looking like that.”
Jimin answers with a snort, popping a balloon on his lips with the gum he was diligently chewing. He rolls his eyes at the whispering behind him, and looks down at his attire. “What's up with what I'm wearing? I look good in leather skirts.”
“Of course you do, dimwit.” Taehyung says exasperatedly, smacking his best friend by his shoulder and pulling him in a bone crushing hug. “But looking good doesn't mean you're not going to get dress coded.”
“Detention is my middle name, babe.” Jimin laughed out, reciprocating the hug and pressing a soft kiss on the crown of the brunet's head. “Missed you, my alien.”
“You already even got the yellow detention slip.” Taehyung snorted, separating from the hug and beaming at the smaller. “I missed you too, you need to meet my friends!”
“And your boyfriend.” Jimin sing-songed, yawning at his palm and raising his brows at the group of female's who pass by him whispering and giving him curious looks.
“You're scaring everyone already.” Taehyung sighed out, linking their arms and pulling Jimin towards what the smaller could assume is his locker. Given the fact that his best friend was a part of the student organization it wasn't even an after thought that he'd have scoops about the campuses inside and outside information.
That amongst many other privileges, of course.
“Can't wait for my new social title.” Jimin joked, ruffling his best friends hair as a thank you when he unlocks his locker and punches in a new code. “What'd you think they'll call me this time?”
“Rumors around this place are massive.” Taehyung sighed out, clutching the books on his chest tighter. “The gossip girls work harder than Mark Zuckerberg.”
“Can't wait to smash the stereotypes then.” the blond humored, winking at his best friend and shoving his back pack carelessly inside his locker. He yawns and dutifully checks his wrist watch just as he hears hollers from the far end of the hall.
“Before you even begin to ask they're the basketball team.” Taehyung says in a reprimanding tone as he follows Jimin's gaze towards the group of people huddled at the last row of lockers. “Mint haired dude is my boyfriend.”
“Ah. Min Yoongi.” Jimin acknowledged curiously, slamming his locker shut and folding his arms. Though despite his best friend's boyfriend's flashy hair, his attention is easily grounded by another male figure who was leaning against the lockers on his back. His arms were also folded, revealing a whole sleeve of colorful tattoo's framed mostly by the dark blue vest he was wearing.
It looked designer, and Jimin thinks this guy has taste.
“Don't you fucking dare, Park Jimin.” Taehyung says, reading all too well into his best friend's expression of slight interest. “Though that kid's best friends with my boyfriend he's bad news.”
“Everyone is bad news, Tae.” Jimin scolded right back, running a hand through his hair. “Depends on how a person takes it, really. He's hot and my type, don't blame me.”
“Blaming you because he's not only the Dean's son but also the Campus' infamous heartbreak prince.” Taehyung gossiped, nudging Jimin as they both walked side by side towards the end of the hall in order to pass through and arrive at their first class. “Heard he got detention today for making out with someone in class.”
“Lucky person then.” Jimin teased, glancing briefly at the male again who was now sporting a boxy grin and it's only then that the blond realizes he had two piercings. One by his lip and another by his left eye brow. Taehyung smacks him with his books and the blond let's out a giggle. “I'm kidding! Get your panties out of the twist they're in!”
“Don't say that in public!” Taehyung screeched out, his attention quickly fixating on the whistle he gets from the mint haired boy by the group. “Yoongi!”
“Hi, bear.” the mint haired chuckled out, returning the hug his boyfriend gives him with the same fervor. Taehyung pulls away and grabs Jimin by his arm, tugging him forward and making jazz hands. “This is Jimin, the best friend I told you about.”
“Could've talked about me more.” Jimin responded with a tight lipped smile, pushing a hand out for the mint haired to shake. “Pleasure to meet you. Park Jimin.”
“Pleasure to see finally see you.” Yoongi replied, shaking his hand curtly and placing a hand over his boyfriend's waist. “Believe me when I say Taehyung did talk about you a lot.”
“Wasn't doubting it.” Jimin giggled out, glancing at his wrist watch and then back at Taehyung. “I have to go to class before the bell rings, babe.”
Yoongi snorts, elbowing the male with tattoo's beside him. “Dude, stop staring.”
It's only then that Jimin looks back at the man of interest, raising one brow to see how the latter was fixated on the tattoo's peeking from Jimin's leather skirt.
And oh, how Jimin was fucking enthralled.
“You could take a picture. It'll last longer.” Jimin says, regarding directly at the male who is awoken from his stupor with a sheepish grin.
“Too bad I didn't bring my camera, love.” comes the cocky response and my goodness was Jimin shaking off of his boots at the playful tone.
“Nice try, handsome.” Jimin snorted, winking at the male and popping a balloon from his gum. The raven haired raises his pierced brow and then his lips turn up into a playful smile. “But try harder next time.”
The resounding ‘Ooh's’ he got and the crestfallen look on the man's face would have made Jimin laugh his lungs out if he wasn't late, but he was. He then turns to his best friend and links their hands together again. “Off we go, bub.”
Jimin doesn't look back to know he'd already have that guy at the palm of his hands.
He had a reputation, sure. But so did Jimin.
And if it was pride on the line, then he's certainly fucking winning.
♬ American glory faded before me. Now I'm feeling hopeless, ripped up my prom dress
Running through rose thorns, I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life (Ah)
The second time he meets the male in the locker room, they're in detention.
He was early, Jimin notes as he already figured out who was sitting on the front seat with his leg propped up on the chair in front of him and his head lolling to the side. As sleepy as he was.
“Park Jimin-ssi, please take a seat anywhere.” the man in front of the desk uttered, his eyeglasses were pulled up to he bridge of his nose and his hair fading grey as he gived Jimin a stern look.
The blond rolls his eyes, purposefully dragging the chair beside the male loudly just to see him jolt in shock as look up at the interruption with a frown on his face. His frown dissipates when he sees Jimin though, as the blond plops down his seat lazily and throws his backpack on the floor.
He goes through the procedure of writing down what he did wrong on the form that is given to him. They are silent for the duration of the first few minutes, save for Jimin's scribbling of course.
“How long?” Jimin asked casually towards the latter after a few beats of silence pass when he finished writing, placing his chin on his palm with his elbow propped up by the chair and looking at the male beside him.
“Dress codes are only for an hour.” the man replied, yawning against his palm and slouching on his seat. “Misconduct for three.”
“Sounds homophobic to me.” Jimin laughed out, drumming his fingers on the desk in boredom. “The campuses dress code is a fucking joke.”
“You won't get dress coded again.” the latter says, folding his arms and sighing.
“On whose words?” Jimin huffed out, rolling his eyes at the wink the latter gives him.
“On mine, baby.”
“Creep.” Jimin laughed out, scooting away from the male lightly as the other snorted.
Though the blond would be proven awfully wrong the next day, he decides not to comment anymore.
“Jeon Jungkook.” he corrected, his one arm grabbing the edge of Jimin's seat and pulling it closer towards him. “Not creep.”
“Well then, Jeon Jungkook the creep.” Jimin teased, pushing his chair back again and sticking his tongue out at the male who only looks amused at his antics. “Don't flirt with me. I don't do one night stands.”
“I don't either.” Jungkook replied, his tongue poking out to play with the lip ring he was wearing. “Despite what my image gives off. The student organization just thinks I'm an asshole who just sleeps around.”
“You act like one.” Jimin deadpanned, staring the male down. Jungkook has the audacity to laugh at his face.
“M'not.”
“You're in detention for making out in front of a professor.” Jimin argued back, a frown marring his features.
“A homophobic one.” Jungkook added, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. “That asshole was talking shit about me being gay but I drew the line when he mentioned shit about other LGBTQ plus people, I just made out with a boy in front of him to piss him off. Tongue and everything.”
Jimin looks at him like he'd grown another head. He understands two facts: one, that Jungkook had just outed himself in front of a stranger and two, it just made him even more attractive, damn it.
For the most part, making out with someone in front of class is kind of unsettling— but with the reasons the latter had presented Jimin can't help but respect the latter's extravagant actions to prove the professor wrong.
He would have done the same thing.
“Where'd you get those bruises?” Jungkook asked after a moment of silence, Jimin looks away from him because the male wasn't really staring at him either. After all, he had his eyes closed.
“Got beat up.” Jimin replied curtly, pulling his jacket off and placing it on top of his legs with a sigh. It was too warm in the room. “Uncle was a homophobic asshole too so that makes two of us.”
“We'll burn them down like witches someday.” Jungkook says with a light chuckle, suddenly sounding more calm than cocky. Jimin spares him a glance as the latter offers him a wink of his own, the blond lets out an amused scoff. “Go out with me.”
“Stop trying to get into my pants, loser.” Jimin argued, pushing the male away. “No.”
“Who said I was just trying to get into your pants?” Jungkook contested, leaning closer towards Jimin and raising both of his brows. “Can I have your number then?”
“No.” the blond denied, turning his back at the male and grabbing the red lipstick on his jackets front pocket and a small mirror.
“Oh boo.” Jungkook chuckled out, resigning in his seat. “Your time's almost up, chicky.”
“Spent an hour getting bugged by you asshole. Don't call me that.” Jimin huffed out, picking his bag back up and waiting for more time to pass by. He focuses on his task at hand which was swiping lipstick on his lips and sneakily glancing at Jungkook from his mirror.
The latter had resumed dozing off after Jimin had said no, and he is actually pretty flattered by the fact that the taller wasn't being pushy. A man who isn't afraid of accepting rejection, and doesn't have a weak sense of pride is already a green flag. Though this is the barest minimum of all male traits, it's actually the most rare.
The blond thinks at that moment, that maybe they were wrong about Jeon Jungkook. Maybe there was more to him.
But for now he was a bigger enigma to Jimin than anyone else.
The professor in front taps his table and gains the blond's attention, he tells him he's free to go with a dismissive wave of his hand and a single point at the door. Jimin moves quickly, standing up from his seat and grabbing his form which he places on top of the small pile of the professor's table.
Jimin swiftly grabs a tissue paper from the desk, takes another glance at Jungkook who looked peacefully asleep in his chair and then turning to the tissue and scribling his number down using his red lipstick.
Before he leaves, he taps Jungkook's shoulder. The taller male pops one eye open as he stared up at Jimin in confusion, then both of his eyes snap open because a small tissue paper is being shoved against his chest and there's a pair of lips pressing against his cheek.
“See you around, loser.”
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Jimin wasn't really expecting anything the next day but he still wears a skirt.
Fragile masculinity is a weak point, and he wanted to be someone who people choose to make as a brave example that any gender can wear what they want to wear.
“I didn't get dress coded.” Jimin says to his best friend, Taehyung screams at the sudden confession and jumps an inch from the floor he was standing on.
“Jesus Christ, Mimi!” He heaved out, pressing a hand over his heart and glaring at his best friend. “Warn a guy next time!”
“I didn't get dress coded!” Jimin repeated, his hair dyed back to a tamer brown as he raised both of his eyes in surprise. “What's up with that?!”
“Maybe they liked your ass in that.” Taehyung's boyfriend interjected, throwing a hand over the taller's shoulder and smiling dopily at Jimin. “Jeon surely did.”
Jimin snorted, pulling his phone out with a raised brow when it pings.
“Tell Jungkookie not to play with Jimin's heart.” Taehyung reprimanded his boyfriend, poking him by the stomach as the mint haired raises both of his arms in mock surrender.
“I think you have it the other way around, bear.” Yoongi chuckled out, pocketing both his hands and nodding towards the people who greet him by the hallway. Jimin assumes that being a varsity player just grants them a free pass to be popular in school. “Jeon needs to be the one scared of Jimin playing with his heart.”
Jimin snorts at the comment, busy typing away on his phone as Taehyung gives him a knowing look.
“What's my social title?” Jimin asked, barely looking up at his phone. “From yesterday. Was it creative?”
“Gossip went around calling you a fraternity member because of your bruises.” Yoongi teased, getting nudged at the stomach by Taehyung. The brunet looks up from his phone and lets out a scoff at the title.
“Very anticlimactic.” Jimin muttered with a roll of his eyes, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “I'll see you guys around.”
“Have fun in your art appreciation class!” Taehyung called out just before his best friend starts walking away.
“Will do.” Jimin replied with a soft smile, kick starting his walking and purposefully dragging his boots on the floor to make a clacking noise just to stir up more attention from the people at the hallway.
Not like he didn't turn heads by doing nothing at all anyway.
“Is he the reason Jeon told off his father for dress codes?” He overhears one of the gossip girls whispering to her other friend, he almost stops at the information. Keyword, almost. “Park Jimin was it? The new kid?”
“Yeah, the Dean relented just because Jeon's too stubborn for his own good.”
Jimin mentally agrees by what they were saying, partially because they were true that Jeon Jungkook was stubborn. The latter part he isn't so sure, the raven haired seemed to mean well despite his exterior and name.
The brunet sighed, realizing he'd been drifting off his thoughts even though he's just starting his day trying to figure out just who Jeon Jungkook is as a person than a social figure.
Jimin was too much of a curious cat to let it go, aside from his obvious attraction for the latter disguised behind his passive aggressive attitude towards him. The kiss on the cheek is enough proof for that.
“Chicky! Hold up!”
Speak of the devil.
Jimin pushes his smile down, refusing to slow his steps as he continued on the hallway towards his next class. The footsteps behind him increase in volume just as he feels a weight press against his shoulder.
“Don't touch me, Jeon.” Jimin quipped, his arms still folded as he holds a snicker in because like a fucking puppy Jungkook withdraws his hand away and casually moves it to scratch the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. “And stop following me! You're a fucking stalker.”
“Who said I was following you?” Jungkook teased back, shoving both of his hands in his pocket and siding with Jimin. Today he wore casual clothes, dressed up in a thin white tee and washed up jeans alongside a pair of black timberland's. “We're going to the same class.”
“Shame.” Jimin replied icily, rolling his eyes when Jungkook sticks his tongue out at him. He doesn't say anything to add to the conversation, they walk silently side by side and the brunet almost groans at the stink eyes he get from most of Jungkook's admirers. That's going to be a problem.
“Your fan club is going to eat me alive, moron.” Jimin sighed out, slipping in their classes room first and looking around for an empty seat. The art room had scattered seats splayed by two's in front of a blank canvas, each facing the front with an empty seat which is for their professor.
There weren't a lot of students yet save for a few early birds who sat in the front, Jimin runs a hand through his hair and struts towards the last row. He plops down the seat near the window and places his bag on the floor, raising his brow at the women in the front row fixing their hair and spraying perfume as Jungkook surveyed the room.
Jimin hates to nurse his pride but he feels it get up to his head anyway, because Jungkook throws them uninterested glances and makes no hesitation to grab the seat beside the brunet.
Jimin doesn't even mind the glares he gets at all. They have to suck it up.
“I'm not going to let them.” Jungkook brought up, placing his bag beside his own canvas and glancing at Jimin. “My fan club, I mean. I won't let them eat you alive, but I'm sure you won't either! I'm not insinuating you're someone that needs to be saved or anything though! I just mean—”
Jimin finally lets out a small giggle at the latter's rambling, clearing his throat immediately after when Jungkook's eyes gleam in interest.
“You giggled.”
“I didn't.” Jimin denied, looking away from Jungkook as a soft blush rises up his cheeks. “Your face just looked funny.”
“You think I'm cute!” Jungkook exclaimed proudly, the smaller glances at him and almost melts at the boyish smile the latter was sporting with his doe eyes shining underneath the lights of the room.
Jimin thinks he is cute, damn it.
“You didn't text me.” Jimin whispered, refusing to look at Jungkook because he knew the latter had his gaze fixated on him.
“I didn't know what to say.” was the genuine response, a shy smile now painting the raven haired's face. “Thought you were going to reject me, so I was shocked you actually gave me your number.”
“Dork.” Jimin huffed, folding his arms and stealing another glance.
“I'll text you later.” Jungkook promised, smiling at him as their professor enters the room. The raven haired completely removes his gaze at Jimin and stares at the professor, looking genuinely interested and wanting to do his best for the subject.
If you think about his title, Jimin would assume he was pretty shit at academics but the latter did really seem the opposite from what he gets portrayed through in rumors.
Perhaps it was the tattoos? Or not. Maybe.
“We're doing free hand sketching today.” the professor says, pushing his glasses up and looking at his students. “You have the rest of the period to free hand any type of sketch you want. Since this is the first day I'm only going to check your skill through your sketches, you may begin.”
“Baby.”
“What.” Jimin replied, grabbing the pencil attached to the canvas and tapping the back of it on his lips. He didn't even realize he'd acknowledged the call sign as his own.
“Can I draw you?” Jungkook mumbled out in a hushed tone, licking his lips and grabbing his own pencil. “You can say no!”
Jimin looks at him, and nods his head once. His heart skipping when Jungkook quite literally shines in front of his eyes at the agreement, looking like he had just been served his favorite dish on a silver platter.
He ignores him for the rest of the subject, both of them fully immersed at sketching. Jimin doesn't ask the latter what position he had to stay in because Jungkook had already tilted the canvas to the side in order to hide his work and started sketching while glancing briefly at Jimin's frame.
They spent the rest of the period like that, not talking but both very calm and happy with the atmosphere that was built. They were much more in sync than Jimin would admit to himself, really.
“Do you always call everyone you meet baby?” Jimin questioned after awhile, focused on sketching his fruit basket as best as he could. He wasn't exactly good at sketching but he wasn't bad either.
“Only when their name is Park Jimin.” Jungkook responded nonchalantly, his pointer finger busy smudging some part of his sketch. He stops after awhile and smiles at the finished product, pulling his phone out this time and shamelessly snapping a picture of the brunet.
“Creep.” Jimin sighed out, not saying anything more because he did tell Jungkook to take a picture of him yesterday.
“Contact photo.” Jungkook reminded him, setting up his contact on his phone with a gentle smile on his face. “You're so damn pretty.”
“You owe me one.” the brunet tuts, looking at Jungkook with a straight face. “A text and your contact photo.”
“Later.” Jungkook reassured, closing his phone and tilting the canvas to face Jimin. The brunet is left starstruck, staring at the breathtaking sketch of his side profile. “Here.”
“Jungkook, Oh my God. This is beautiful.” Jimin gasped out genuinely, staring at the canvas in awe. He notes that the praise gets Jungkook's chest and ears red in embarrassment as he fumbled with his fingers shyly. “You're so talented, bunny.”
“Bunny?” Jungkook chuckled out, refusing to look up at Jimin and staring at the floor instead. He thanks the latter in a breathless tone. “Thank you, Jimin.”
The bell rings and Jimin is up on his feet, snapping a photo of Jungkook's canvas and giving the latter a little smile. “Baby.”
“Huh?”
“I like baby.” Jimin says, then he's out the door with his gaze locked on the photo he snapped of the masterpiece Jungkook drew.
Jeon Jungkook wasn't so bad.
♬ No cameras catch my pageant smile
I counted days, I counted miles
To see you there, to see you there
It's been a long time coming, but
“There's something going on with you.” Taehyung accused in a suspicious tone, squinting at his best friend who was busy shoving a forkful of mac and cheese in his mouth as they lounged in the cafeteria for lunch break one week after his transfer to the campus.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Jimin says through a mouthful, one hand still holding his phone up as one message popped up after another.
Jimin uses his palm to cover his mouth as it breaks into a smile, glancing at Jungkook who seemed like he was in a furious battle with his phone across the room on the varsity's table.
“That's it!” Taehyung screamed, slamming both of his hands on the table and startling Jimin who almost drops his phone. “Are you seeing anyone right now?!”
“Hush.” Jimin reprimanded, aiming the edge of his fork at his best friend accusingly. “You'll start weird rumors. No, I'm not.”
Taehyung glares at him, stabbing his steak roughly and not looking convinced at all because Jimin starts typing a reply to his messages. His eyes glint in interest as he watches Jungkook choke on his water in front of his friends, Yoongi laughing at him as his back rubbed in comfort.
“The varsity's going to have their first game next week.” Taehyung blubbered out, sliding a brochure towards Jimin and smiling at him knowingly. “Will you come with me? To regionals?”
“Don't you have other friends?” Jimin teased, referring to Taehyung's higher level student organization co-officers Namjoon and Jin who were from the music department.
“But they're busy.” Taehyung wailed, pouting at the brunet and fluttering his lashes at Jimin who only snorts at him. “Pretty please with a cherry on top? You can meet the cheer captain too! Hoseok-hyung?”
“Ah.” Jimin acknowledged, nodding his head in recognition of the name from many of his best friend's animated stories. “Alright, babe. Fine. I'll go to the game.”
“I'll find you something to wear, yeah? You can't refuse!” Taehyung giggled out in glee, completely thrilled with the fact that Jimin had agreed.
“Of course, my future designer.” the brunet says warmly, ruffling his best friend's hair.
♬ It's you and me, that's my whole world
They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"
The whole school is rolling fake dice
You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes
Taehyung did dress him up well.
Jimin was comfortable with what he was wearing and he looked good. He didn't know if he was going to stand out because of the all white outfit but he hoped someone would wear something more flashy. He was dressed in a white crop top with high waisted off white jeans paired with a denim jacket and black boots.
“There should be more seats on the third row!” Taehyung said, his voice louder than his speaking tone because of the loudness of the venue of the game.
Jimin would be shocked by the shear amount of people if he wasn't aware of what goes on in basketball games but he thanks the heaven's he's somewhat aware of it to not be shell shocked.
“You don't have to sit with me!” Jimin replied loudly, his frown evident as he looked around the bleacher's.
He knew just as much that the players have a person of their own designated on a first row chair; since Taehyung was Yoongi's boyfriend it's only natural to have him on the first row but his best friend probably wants Jimin to have the time of his life as well.
“Nonsense!” Taehyung argued, pulling Jimin by his wrist to weave against the people who were holding balloons and banners of their own to support the Campuses varsity.
They find a seat squished somewhere, and Taehyung being the social butterfly that he is immediately gets distracted by someone who starts talking to him. Jimin purses his lips and slouches on the seat, pulling his phone up and looking around the court for Jungkook just because.
He spots their campus players already seated but doesn't seem to find a familiar mop of raven hair to add to the nine players on the bench.
Jimin looks up from his phone and taps his best friends shoulder, the latter immediately turning to him with a questioning gaze.
“Let's sit on the first row!” Jimin offered, smiling at Taehyung's confused expression.
“You won't have a seat there!” Taehyung frowned, looking down at the first row. “Those are reserved for the player's chosen guests?”
“I have one.” Jimin reassured with a wink, pushing himself up and excusing himself from the crowd he passes knowing his best friend was trailing behind him.
He gets to the first row in no time frowning when he gets blocked by a group of girls who were talking about standing near the first row.
“Gah, we can't pass.” Taehyung complained from behind him, raising on his tip toes and waving fervently to get his boyfriend's reaction. Sadly, Yoongi was too busy talking to their coach to pay attention.
Jimin winces when the women in front of him start screaming bloody murder, taking a step back and pressing a finger against his ear. He almost misses Jungkook's voice because of the loudness of it all.
“Chicky!” Jungkook called out animatedly, excusing himself to make a way for Jimin to pass through the crowd.
“You took too long.” Jimin grumbled, taking the hand which he varsity offers for him to take to grant him leverage in moving forward. “Tae!”
“I'm okay!” Taehyung huffed out, squeezing his way out and letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Oh my Goodness that was so stressful!”
“Did you hurt yourself?” Jungkook asked with a frown of his own, surveying Jimin's frame from head to toe and earning a smack on his chest.
“Stop checking me out, asshole!” Jimin huffed, folding his arms and striding towards the last two empty seats of the first row. He hears Jungkook snickering from behind them alongside the squeaking of his sneakers while Taehyung sides up with him and nudges him, a teasing smile placated on his face.
“You and Jungkook, huh?” Taehyung teased, wiggling his eyebrows as Jungkook runs to his supposed guests chair and grabs his water bottle and towel off of it.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Jimin replied nonchalantly, finding a seat on the chair as Taehyung settled beside him.
“I'm going to the bench, okay?” Jungkook reminded, smiling at Jimin who waves a hand dismissively at him. “Cheer for me, chicky!”
“In your dreams, loser.” Jimin responded, sticking his tongue out at Jungkook who sends him a wink and a flying kiss. He ignores the whispering behind him and focuses his attention on Taehyung instead.
“This is the first time Jeon's guest seat has been taken.” Taehyung says with a wiggle of his brows, poking Jimin by his cheek just to annoy him.
“Taehyung!”
“Hoseok-hyung!” Taehyung squealed, jumping off of his seat and greeting the cheer captain in glee with a hug. Jimin passes them both an amused look and waves shyly when Hoseok sees him.
“Park Jimin?!” Hoseok acknowledged, rushing towards the brunet and engulfing him in a hug too. Jimin laughs and returns the hug warmly. “I finally met you instead of chatting with you all day!”
“Hi, hobi-hyung.” Jimin says, rubbing Hoseok's back and separating from the hug with a small smile. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“Excuse me, but I am the bridge of this relationship.” Taehyung boasted, earning teasing ‘nah’s from the two. They all come together in a triple hug just as the bell whistles to signify the start of the game.
“I'll be right back!” Hoseok reassured, ruffling Jimin's hair. “I'll see you guys at the victory party at Seokjin's! You have to go! I'll catch up with you soon, Jiminie~ Lunch next week!”
“Go, fight, win!” Taehyung cheered, lifting a fist up as Hoseok disappears towards the cheering squad as their number begun.
Jimin turns to Taehyung, poking his best friend by the hip and tilting his head. “Taetae, did you buy me the Gatorade?”
“Oh yeah! I have it here.” Taehyung replied in realization, zipping his tote bag open and pulling out a cold Gatorade drink with condensation wrapping it's exterior. “You don't usually drink that, I wonder why you asked me to buy?”
“It isn't mine.” Jimin mumbled, pulling out money from his pocket and passing it to his best friend. “Thanks for buying me one, babe.”
Taehyung whistles at the comment but doesn't respond because Yoongi goes up to him to greet him with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Jimin looks at them and fake belches as the mint haired laughs and waves at him.
“Yoongi.” Jimin called out before the varsity could leave, gesturing him to come closer as Taehyung squeals beside him; already knowing every bit of Jimin's mind because he was his best friend.
“Yo?”
“Give this to Jeon.” Jimin sighed, pulling the Gatorade off of the cup holder and tossing the drink to Yoongi who catches it swiftly. “Tell him it's from me.”
Yoongi gives Jimin a knowing smile which the brunet responds with a roll of his eyes, folding his arms and waiting for the game to start. If he sees Jungkook hold the drink with the same sparkle of excitement in his eyes, Jimin doesn't comment on it.
Nor does he say anything about the butterflies in his stomach when Jungkook messages him before the game begun.
♬ It's you and me, there's nothing like this
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince
We're so sad, we paint the town blue
Voted most likely to run away with you
Everyone called it when they won.
Even Jimin was so thrilled about it he and Taehyung shrieked loudly together while jumping around when Jungkook's team won, but he'd never admit that to anyone of course. Even to Jungkook.
Their parting messages were only exchanged through text because Jungkook was hogged by the team. Taehyung had disappeared after the game as well, apologizing to Jimin because Yoongi had called him in for photos.
Jimin was dismissive about the whole affair, telling his best friend that he should go have fun and he'll see if he could attend the after party. He didn't really want to go because he was new, and save for a few people he was already friends with he didn't know a lot of people in their college as well.
Nevertheless, the brunet had exited the school and took a cab to a nearer convenience store from the parties venue, knowing fully well that all those who were invited probably wouldn't be changing either.
He takes his time looming around the convenience, deciding whether he had the social battery to actually attend the party or if he'd rather spend the night alone. Needless to say, he chose the first option just to be polite if Hoseok ever looked for him.
He arrives later than most of them, lounging around the outer chairs and using his excuse of smoking a cigarette to survey the people inside. Jimin sees Hoseok waving his hand at him through the window and the latter's heart feels more relieved that he was already seen.
He could go home because he was already seen.
Jimin sighed, finishing off his cigarette and glancing at the varsity players rounded around the pool table. He pauses for a moment, surveying Jungkook's frame.
The taller looked uncomfortable.
He had been leaning on a chair the whole time, one hand holding a red cup and his other fiddling with the edge of his jacket. There was something in his stance that made Jimin want to stomp over there and scream at anyone who made the varsity player look like he was about to run any second he could get. Jungkook seemed to be zoning out, wincing at any other loud noise that would cause the house party to grow louder in volume. Occasionally, he'd laugh along with his friends but other than that he'd be faking on sipping beer out of his red cup. He would just be holding it in his hand, and if someone would offer him a new one he'd gesture to his unfinished cup.
It takes Jungkook a few moments to excuse himself, laughing forcefully as he gets a few pats on his back and hoots. Then the taller is off, speed-walking towards the stairs which makes Jimin stand up from his seat and quite literally sprint inside the house to follow the latter with a frown.
He spots Jungkook's retreating frame towards the upper rooms and quickly disappearing inside.
“Nah, man! Jeon's drunk!” one of the players hollered, clearly more intoxicated to understand who's drunk and who isn't.
“Yeah, he's getting laid! Leave him!” another one of them hollered, earning resounding laughter and applauses. Jimin bites his tongue and forces himself to say nothing in defense of the taller, urging his feet back to it's pace in following the subject of the player's conversation.
Jimin hears the farthest room door click shut and sprints towards it, his boots were pretty loud so he would assume Jungkook had heard him either way. Jimin halts at the room door and knocks thrice.
“Sorry, the room's taken.” Jungkook replied in a muffled voice from inside the room.
“Are you fucking someone else, Eight?” Jimin called out humorously, calling Jungkook by his jersey number just as he hears a yelp from inside and then the door immediately swings open to reveal a flustered Jungkook.
“I wasn't! I just wanted to go somewhere quiet!” Jungkook defended miserably, flailing both of his arms in the air. “Please don't get the wrong idea! I didn't know you were here even. What are you doing here?!”
“Breathe.” Jimin chuckled out, stepping in the room without Jungkook's invitation and surveying the area. “I got invited by Hoseok hyung. Figured I'd drop off.”
“Oh, you're friends with Hobi-hyung?” Jungkook says in surprise, shutting the door back and then locking it. “Sorry, do you mind if I lock the door? I don't want anyone to walk in on us.”
“They would get a free show then.” Jimin teased, laughing when Jungkook stares at him in panic. “I'm kidding, dork.” he huffed out, plopping on the bed facing the glass sliding door that led into a balcony and sighing. He takes one glance at Jungkook with a frown. “Hey, stop standing like a statue. Yes, Hobi-hyung is my friend. I met him online because of Taehyung, we've been chatting about dance awhile back.”
“You dance?” Jungkook asked curiously, finding a seat beside Jimin on the bed as it dips from his weight. “And you smoke too.”
“Mm.” Jimin hummed, closing his eyes and sighing. “Bad habit. You have a good nose.”
“I'm sensitive to smells.” Jungkook muttered lowly, staring at the night sky as a comfortable silence wraps around the both of them.
“Your friends.” Jimin begun after awhile, popping one eye open to stare at Jungkook. “Why don't you tell them off? You were uncomfortable awhile ago.”
“I think it's useless.” Jungkook sighed out, intertwining their fingers. “I don't usually have the energy to deal with it. They're going to continue thinking what they believe in and I just don't argue with that.”
“They were saying you were somewhere getting laid, drunk as shit.” the brunet teased, looking at the latter warmly and smiling. “But you barely finished your first cup of beer.”
“Glad to know you were watching me— Ow! Jimin!” Jungkook cried out, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder that Jimin had hit.
“Get your head out of the gutter, MVP.” Jimin replied in a snarky tone, folding his arms and glaring at Jungkook sassily.
“I actually don't drink much.” Jungkook confessed sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry if I stumped your expectations.”
“What?” Jimin asked in disbelief.
“You might have liked me because of how I projected my social title.” Jungkook explained meekly, looking away from the brunet. “I'm sorry if I wasn't who you expected.”
“You're a fucking moron, Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin cursed at him, slapping the taller's shoulder as Jungkook looks at him with wide eyes. “I liked you for you. Not your stupid heartbreak prince title.”
Jungkook doesn't reply but his eyes shine in admiration, a fond smile showing at the edge of his lips.
“I think we should take things slow though. Whatever is blooming between us right now.” Jungkook offered, smiling wider at Jimin and wringing his hands together. “It's too early for us to rush into things, but believe me I really like you.”
“Mhm.” Jimin hummed, pushing himself up a sitting position and resting his head on Jungkook's shoulder. “Besides, I like making people think we hate each other. The cat and mouse is cute, imagine their faces when we tell them we're actually dating.”
Jungkook snorts, but doesn't say anything after that. Humming a nonsensical tune as he stared at the night sky, placing a warm hand on Jimin's waist.
“Creep.” Jimin mumbled.
“Yeah.” Jungkook chuckled.
Jimin takes his head off of his shoulder and glares up at Jungkook who had just agreed to his title. Grabbing him roughly by the collar and pulling him down by his shirt with his fist to mesh their lips together.
Jungkook stiffens immediately, his hands frozen and not knowing what to do. He relaxes quickly and adjust to the kiss, his tattooed arm colliding with Jimin's neck as he responded to the kiss slowly.
Jimin hums when he feels tongue introduce itself, almost laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of their first kiss and the situation they were in.
“What?” Jungkook chuckled, momentarily pausing his antics to raise his pierced brow at Jimin in amusement.
“Nothing. I wanted to be the one you made out with your homophobic professor.” Jimin admitted, shrugging his shoulders lightly and closing his eyes and Jungkook leans in to press a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Imagine two boys kissing and the one boy wearing a skirt? He would have exploded.”
“He would have died of a heart attack.” Jungkook chuckled out, letting go of Jimin and flopping down on the room's bed with a tired sigh. “I'm beat, chicky.”
“Let's have ramen.” Jimin declared, patting Jungkook's stomach and standing up from the bed. “More filling than this houses lukewarm beer and cold food.”
“I'm so down.” Jungkook groaned, rubbing his stomach in complaint. “They always opt for parties after games rather than legitimate food.”
“Hurry up, loser.” Jimin grumbled, sliding the door open and looking at how far the fall is. Turns out it wasn't too high for them to be worried. “Jump off, yeah?”
Jungkook doesn't respond but the moment Jimin's feet collide with the grass of the house's back yard, he hears another soft thud behind him to signify the presence of the latter.
“Let's play two truth's and a lie while we walk to the convenience store.” Jungkook suggested, Jimin looks at him fondly as the taller seemed to have a childish skip in his step and a giddy smile. He looked like a bunny, how cute.
“Go first.” Jimin urged, pocketing his hands without tearing his gaze away from Jungkook.
“I'm a service top, I have a Doberman, and I'm allergic to whiskey.” Jungkook pointed out, raising one finger for every phrase he gave. “Guess the lie.”
“You're a service top.” Jimin responded, tilting his head and laughing when Jungkook gives him the most disappointed look he could muster. “What?! Don't give me that face!”
“I'm totally a service top!” Jungkook yelled exasperatedly, getting a weird look from the person beside him and slapping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
Jimin falls into a fit of his own giggles, covering his mouth as Jungkook's gaze turns from embarrassed to fond. The silence that settles after makes the brunet's ears ring.
“What?”
“You're so pretty, Jimin.” Jungkook says genuinely, opening the convenience store doors for Jimin to enter first as the smaller sends him a small but genuine smile.
“Thank you. You're not so bad yourself.” Jimin teased, looking around for an empty seat and plopping down on the first he could find because Jungkook had disappeared towards an aisle supposedly to look for his own cup of ramen.
“Baby.” Jimin jumps lightly at the call sign, looking up to see Jungkook peering over his shoulder curiously at his phone screen. He was holding two cups of ramen alongside two glasses of soda hooked under his shoulder and arm. “Wanna tell your best friend we're not fucking?”
Jimin rolls his eyes at Jungkook and helps him place the food on the table. “Don't be so smug about it, Mr. Jeon.”
“I didn't know what to get you.” Jungkook admits, taking the seat beside Jimin rather than the one in front of him. He sits side ways, facing Jimin with his stool as he opens the two cans of soda. “You pick.”
“I was going to treat you.” Jimin complained, not reading the labels to the ramen and picking up the cup that was nearest to him.
“Next time, chicky.” Jungkook humored, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and pealing off it's cover before offering it to the brunet. “Here.”
“But you're the one who won the game, you deserve a treat from me.” Jimin accused, scooping up a dollop of noodles and taking a quick bite while Jungkook stirs the left over cup beside him. “Ah.”
“What's wrong?” Jungkook asked in worry, staring at Jimin who looks at him with his bottom lip jutted out and his head shaking. “Oh. Too spicy?”
“I didn't expect that.” Jimin mumbled, smacking his lips together, while Jungkook busies himself with switching their cups. “Is it okay that we're switching?”
“I don't mind the spice, baby. I'll be fine.” Jungkook reassured, winking at him and focusing on the noodles Jimin hadn't finished. “When we're done I'll drive you home.”
“Are you sure that won't bother you?” Jimin questioned, his cheeks full and round making Jungkook let out a choked breath of fondness.
“It won't.” Jungkook replied curtly, quickly finishing his own cup of noodles. “Do you want water?”
“Maybe later—” Jimin covers his mouth with his palm and giggles when Jungkook stands up abruptly, only to sprint towards the drink freezer and purchase it swiftly from the counter.
“Why are you laughing?” he asks when he returns, opening the water bottle and placing it in front of Jimin. “Cola isn't going to wash the spice away, Park Jimin.”
“Nothing, nothing.” Jimin giggled, taking the water bottle and taking a few sips before talking again. “Its just, your service top is showing.”
Jungkook becomes flustered after that, the redness creeping up from his neck to his ears in embarrassment. “Sorry..”
“No, no! It's cute!” Jimin laughed out, wiping his mouth clean and pushing the empty noodle cup away. “I'm done.”
“You want to go home, chicky?” Jungkook asked, glancing down at his wrist watch. “It's getting pretty late anyway. Stay here, I'll go get your ride.”
The brunet nods his head and quickly pulls himself together by glancing around the table for any belongings he had missed while Jungkook jogged out the door and back to the house party to get his ride. Jimin was slightly thankful they didn't go farther around the block because it was getting pretty late, and Jungkook was right.
Jimin takes his unfinished cola and walks out the door of the store, sipping on it as he took in his surroundings. He's filled with a soft sense of security because of the silence of the night and the stars.
He was too busy stargazing that he didn't realize Jungkook had arrived in front of him.
“Chicky!” Jungkook called out with a frown, one foot pressing on the concrete to keep himself up on his motorcycle– a bike! a motherfucking Harley Davidson bike.
“Is that Harley Davidson?!” Jimin screeched in shock, standing up and rushing to stare at the silver letterings engraved on Jungkook's black motorcycle. “Holy shit, how rich are you?!”
“This was a gift.” Jungkook replied with a shrug, taking the one helmet placed at the back and placing it on Jimin's head. “This might be too big on you, but I only have one helmet so I'm going to need you to make do with this first. I'll buy you a helmet soon.”
“Ha. What makes you think there's going to be a soon?” Jimin teased, the taller rolling his eyes and closing up the helmet gently.
“I have repeated myself multiple times already, baby. This isn't a one time thing. I'm going to date the hell out of your fat ass.” Jungkook grumbled, fixing his posture and gesturing for the seat at his back. “Now get on, chicky.”
Jimin ignores the comment and throws a leg over the bike, laying flush against Jungkook's back as he wrapped his hands on the taller's peck. All he feels his muscle and let's his intrusive thoughts win by squeezing them.
“Don't start what you can't finish.” comes the hoarse response from in front, Jimin doesn't bother to hide the smile underneath the helmet and slides his palms down to the small of Jungkook's waist.
“Sorry,” Jimin responded, not sorry at all. Jungkook lets out an amused scoff, revving the engine to life and starting a slow drive.
“Where to, baby?”
“The dorms, please.” the brunet sighed, resting his head on Jungkook's back and staring at the moving scenery.
“Since you begged so nicely.” Jungkook humored, driving his bike so swift that Jimin's heart is swept off of his fingers delicately through the wind.
♬ My team is losing, battered and bruising
I see the high fives between the bad guys
Leave with my head hung, you are the only one w ho seems to care
To be frank, Jimin had the most amazing time with Jungkook.
He was quite literally smitten during the time he was with the latter. So much so that he's actually worried about quickly falling for the doe eyed enigma he used to call. But alas, most of his happiness is easily short lived.
The weekend there after, was torture. Jimin realized that he had left a few belongings in his old parent's house which was currently being occupied by his abusive and homophobic uncle. He did choose a time which he had thought was arguably safe to not see his uncle but he ends up seeing him anyway.
Long story short, he was able to retrieve his remaining stuff paired with both verbal and physical abuse inflicted on him. Jimin wasn't stupid, he of course had no trouble escaping his uncle's wrath. He had also considered pressing charges, but ultimately bailed because he thought he didn't have enough evidence and testimonies on his behalf to actually win. Plus, his poor old man— would probably be extremely devastated that his brother would do such a thing to his first son. Jimin didn't want to be more of a problem to his father and his new family too, after all he was being sustained despite all of it.
On Sunday, Jimin spent the whole day exhausted. He may seem strong on the outside but all the pain he had just shouldered really did hit a nerve, and thereon forward had spent the rest of his day crying his eyes out until he had no tears left to cry. Very cute, an Ariana Grande reference.
Jimin receives a text message late in the night, though with all of his feelings and his massive migraine he didn't have half the heart and strength to reply so he ended up sleeping on it instead.
Jungkook would understand if he was the sender, he was the only one he told about his uncle excluding Taehyung.
>>>
Jimin wakes up feeling worse.
He had expected that his migraine wouldn't allow him to be early to campus, so he arrived late. On that specific day he didn't have the confidence to wear something noticeable, so he ends up pulling a large purple hoodie on his head and a pair of black skinny jeans. He also skipped on the make up, and his signature boots– wearing a pair of plain white sneakers instead and keeping the hood up his swollen eyes.
He enters the campus feeling even more shitty because he missed his first class, meaning he'd have to recuperate his loss and change the books packed in his backpack. He was equally as concerned of his grades like he was to his eyeliner being symmetrical.
Jimin decides he wasn't ready to talk to anyone, and makes a beeline to his locker. He doesn't even bother looking at the end of the hallway, fearing Jungkook would immediately spot him and realize something was wrong.
He didn't want to worry anyone.
So when he gets pushed on the locker, with some random bully spouting homophobic shit about him because of his choice of clothing — then proceed to touch him; Jimin is unable to fight back.
>>>
To say Jungkook was worried, would be an understatement.
He'd been fidgety all day because of the dead air between him and Jimin. The brunet and not responded to any of his texts making him question what had happened between them during the party. He chooses not to wallow in it much, and tells himself he needs to be the bigger person and understand that Jimin isn't like that.
It's not like him to ghost someone. Jimin wouldn't do that to him out of all people, and he knew this deep in his heart.
Therefore, imagine his shock when he realizes the subject of his concern was absent for their first class period. His heart starts hammering when he realizes that something was wrong, and he doesn't focus the rest of the class because he just felt like something was fucking wrong.
When their period ends and he walks out the door, he's met by a frantic looking Taehyung who was running past the corridor. Behind him was Yoongi, looking perplexed as he followed closely behind his boyfriend in hurried steps. He spots Jungkook and immediately pats the boy's chest in panic.
“Gguk, it's Jimi—”
Jungkook doesn't let him finish, he sprints with Taehyung as he hears the sound of chattering at the end of the hall. He hears Taehyung's loud screeches at everyone in stress. Yelling about how someone should have stepped up.
And Jungkook, he sees red.
The first thing his eyes catch is a terrified looking Jimin, curled up in a ball below his locker. His beautiful, strong, brave Jimin was reduced to a shaking mess with tears in his eyes— his cheek was discolored and he looked so fucking scared.
Then Jungkook sees Taehyung who was picking a fight with three other bullies, one of them looking smug and feeling no remorse at all with what he had just done.
Jungkook drops his bag in a loud clatter, running towards Jimin as he hears the murmurs of the crowd grow in curious volume. Jungkook doesn't give a fuck.
He falls on his knees in front of Jimin, and cups his cheeks.
“Baby.” He finds himself calling, Jimin's tears still flowing as he looks up at Jungkook. “Chicky. Hi. Hi, baby. It's me.”
Jimin wasn't with him.
The brunet was already struggling with his mental physical exhaustion. He can feel his body shut down, and he starts shaking even more as more tears of frustration build up upon seeing Jungkook. And yet he couldn't speak, couldn't even dare to fucking scream as he feels his assailant laugh with his friends— calling him vile words and saying he's just too easy.
Jimin almost believes them. Almost.
But Jungkook was there. He was kneeling in front of him with the softest gaze on his face and Jimin couldn't hear anything else.
“Jung—” He heaved, struggling to even get the words out as Jungkook's eyes gleam in tears too.
“Did he touch you, baby?” Jungkook asked, his voice low as he surveyed Jimin's shaken up stature. “Did he touch you anywhere?”
“He, He tried— I.. I couldn't—” Jimin hiccupped, trying to silence his sobs.
That's all Jungkook needed to hear.
The raven haired presses a soft kiss on Jimin's forehead and thumbs away the brunet's tears gently.
“I'm so so so fucking sorry, love.” Jungkook whispered, adrenaline building up as he separated momentarily from Jimin. Though the boy was reluctant to let go of Jungkook, the raven haired reassured that he would only take a moment.
“Tae.” Jungkook grunted, his nostrils flaring as he stares at the unabashed expression on the bullies face. “Tae, hold Jimin.”
“Jungkook—”
“Hold him!” Jungkook snarled, launching himself towards the first male he sees and screaming murder at them as he raises his fist in the air. “You son of a fucking bitch!”
“Jung—Jungkook!” Jimin cried out weakly, reaching a shaking hand towards the raven haired who didn't even seem to care that he was getting pretty beat up because there were threw men against one. Taehyung covers the scene and wipes away Jimin's tears hurriedly.
“Darling, are you okay? Can you take deep breaths for me?” Taehyung coaxed, and it's only then Jimin realizes he was hyperventilating and his chest was constricting by the lack of air. “Inhale exhale, babe. Come on, inhale exhale. Good job, love.”
“Jungkook.” Jimin choked out.
“Jungkook's just teaching them a lesson, babe.” Taehyung reassured, the same fire in Jungkook's eyes igniting on the back of his eyelids. “I'll stop him if you need him. Do you?”
Jimin looks up at the scene again, the raven haired already sporting a busted lip and a discolored jawline. Jungkook was relentless though, two of the bullies already clutching their stomach in pain on the floor as the taller roughed up the last— the one who touched him if he could recall through his traumatized memory.
“Are you fucking stupid?!” Jungkook roared, taking another hit to the face and returning it with a stronger punch.
He scoffs, stumbling back and gathering the blood that pooled in his mouth to spit it on the marble. He almost gets attacked again but Yoongi saves him from it by launching himself into the fight.
“Bastard!” Yoongi retaliated in a low scream, pushing the man on the floor. “Dickhead!”
“You ever fucking touch a hair on Jimin's head again, I'm going to fucking kill you.” Jungkook bellowed loudly, wiping his mouth using the back of his palm and scowling at the male. “Fuck you.”
Then Jungkook turns his back and immediately pulls Jimin up on the floor, smiling timidly at Taehyung who nods at him and turns to the scene with folded arms— ready to pull up his student council position to get the three idiots expelled.
“You're hurt.” Jimin cried out, sniffling lightly as his shaking started to calm down.
“I'm not.” Jungkook responded softly, holding Jimin by the back of his head and kissing the crown of his hair when the boy collapses into his arms in a tight hug. “You're okay, baby. I got you.”
“I'm so— sorry.” Jimin sobbed, clutching the back of Jungkook's shirt tightly as another round of waterworks begun.
“Do not apologize.” the raven haired stated sternly, one hand settling on Jimin's waist as his other held the back of the brunet's head to his neck. “You've done nothing wrong.”
Jimin hears footsteps and then loud whispering until he hears Jungkook speak.
“I want them expelled.” comes his cold voice.
“Son—”
“I don't give a fuck, dad!” the raven haired yelled out, glaring at the three men who were a mess on the floor. “Those assholes touched him without his consent. There are CCTV cameras everywhere, you can review the footage I don't give a damn. Do whatever you want, but I want them fucking expelled!”
Jimin is hit with the realization then and there that Jungkook was the Dean's son. He had momentarily forgotten about that.
“Jimin-ssi.” An older voice called, gentle and cautious. Jimin lifts his head from Jungkook's chest and sees an older version of the raven haired looking at him with the same gentleness in his eyes. “I wanted to hear it from you. Do you want them expelled?”
“I want them to rot in hell.” Jimin whispered cruelly, his nose clogged and his eyes red rimmed but his usual fierceness returned. “I'm pressing charges, if the school would let me. Yes. I want them expelled.”
“Alright.” Jungkook's father says with a nod of his head, folding his arms and staring at the bullies. The crowd had long dissipated when he made his presence known, so it was only the few of them left. “I'll have the footage reviewed and sent to Mr. Park tonight. You three are suspended until further notice, this will be on your permanent record.”
“I want to castrate them.” Jimin says in a low voice, looking up at the bruised up Jungkook. His eyes immediately soften at the state the taller was in, yet he had this proud grin on his face.
“Yeah, let's do that.” Jungkook chuckled.
“Let's get your wounds fixed, loser.” Jimin sighed out, pressing a soft kiss on Jungkook's jaw and then his cheeks. “Thank you, Jungkook. I mean it.”
“Bare minimum.” Jungkook reminded, licking his lips and wincing at the metallic taste that greets him. “God, that son of a bitch did a number on me.”
“Let's go.”
♬ American stories burning before me
I'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed
Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men? Darling, I'm scared (Ah)
“Does this hurt?”
“Chicky, I'm not glass.” Jungkook chuckled, one eye closed as he feels a cue tip spread ointment on the cut near his eyebrow.
“Still.” Jimin sighed out, a frown on his face as he gently dabbed away the blood that had clotted on Jungkook's lip. They were in the Campus' clinic, Jimin had there of volunteered he'd tend to Jungkook so the nurse had just allowed them to pick a bed and placed a tray of first aid essentials.
“Did you get your bruises from them?” Jungkook asked in a hushed tone, poking an eye open to look at Jimin who was now busy taking another piece of cotton from the tray beside him. “You didn't text back Sunday.”
“I— uhm, went home.” Jimin begun, closing the space between them and tending to Jungkook's bottom lip this time. “I left some of my stuff at my old family home, it was being occupied by my uncle.”
“Hm.” Jungkook doesn't say anything, just stares silently while Jimin finished up placing ointment on the cut.
Jimin didn't think he had to, and he actually appreciated that Jungkook didn't say anything. He didn't need any advice, most people who were going through that don't need input anyway. They just needed someone to listen, and Jungkook did well in that aspect— just being there. Listening.
“You're not mad?” Jimin whispered, sitting down beside Jungkook when he had finished. “I mean, with me not replying.”
“Of course not.” Jungkook says plainly. “I was just worried, baby. Other than that I totally understand, I'm not one to jump into conclusions quickly.”
Jimin nods, taking a slow breath and looking up at Jungkook with determination in his eyes. “Be my boyfriend.”
“What?” Jungkook spluttered, shocked by the sudden bomb drop as he looked at Jimin incredulously.
“I—I don't give a shit that we've known each other for a short period of time. I like you, and, and I think I can see this working out so I just want to give it a shot and—”
“Chicky.” Jungkook laughed, running a hand through his hair and smiling brightly in a blinding manner. “You're ridiculous. I'm not going to say no to being your boyfriend.”
“Really?” Jimin asked in bewilderment.
“Really.” Jungkook chuckled. “I'd get into five more fights it it means I can have the privilege to call you mine.”
“Now you're being ridiculous.” Jimin whined out, rubbing his palms together. Jungkook laughs at him, using one hand to pull of his sweater and place it on top of the brunet's hand.
“Switch your hoodie.” Jungkook offered, a sheepish smile on his face as the brunet's blush grows higher. They swap hoodies, and Jimin mentally pats himself in the back for choosing an oversized sweater that fit just like a glove on Jungkook.
He was swimming in the taller's own, but that's just perfect for him too.
“Do you want to have lunch together later?” Jungkook asked, tilting his head towards Jimin and pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. “I'll just be a few minutes in class.”
Jimin answers with a nod, smiling cutely at his boyfriend. He quickly becomes flustered because Jungkook leans down to take an unsuspecting kiss from him.
“That's what you get for randomly asking to date me in a shitty clinic.” Jungkook teased, kissing Jimin's cheek this time and letting out a tiny snort. “See you later, boyfriend.”
>>>
“You—You're dating Jeon Jungkook?!” Hoseok screeched, slamming both his hands on the table in surprise as he stared at his friend incredulously.
“Hobi, he's wearing Jungkook's sweater.” a look of confusion swept on Taehyung's features as he stared at his best friend.
“I'd like to fuck Jeon Jungkook too but yes, we're dating.” Jimin snickered, taking a sip from his apple juice calmly as Hoseok throws another fit.
“How the hell am I just finding this out now! I'm so stupid, so that's why you were in the first row during the games! Of fucking course!” Hoseok gasped out, slapping a hand over his forehead as Yoongi snickered beside him while Taehyung was resting his forehead on his shoulder.
Beside him was Namjoon, busy chatting with Seokjin about org work. Jimin looks at their table and smiles softly, they weren't much but they were almost like family.
He was grateful.
“Hi.” a warm voice whispered on the side of his ear, Hoseok jumping in shock with an accusatory finger pointed at the person behind Jimin.
The minute the brunet feels soft kisses being peppered on the side of his neck, he tilts it gently and smiles. “Hey, loser.”
“Rue, when was this?” Hoseok exclaimed, doing excessive hand gestures as Namjoon muffles a laugh at the Euphoria reference.
“We became official awhile ago.” Jungkook humored, settling beside Jimin and asking for a kiss. The brunet rolls his eyes, grabbing Jungkook by his collar and pressing a soft kiss on his cheek which the whole group let's ‘ooh's’ out for.
“So what were we talking about?”
“How Jimin wanted to fu—”
“—cking eat in peace.” Jimin gritted out, smiling sinisterly at Taehyung and stabbing his potato. His eyes almost doing the murder work for him as his best friend laughs in his palm and decides not to comment on anything.
“Wasn't it about Jimin wanting to fuck Jungkoo—”
“You guys are hopeless.” Jimin sighed out as Hoseok exposed him, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes as he hears his boyfriend laugh beside him to humor the clamoring of the group.
Jungkook doesn't say anything until they were all distracted with a completely different conversation, Jimin was also listening to their stories as he stuffed sliced apple's in his mouth.
Jungkook leans towards him and whispers against his ears, his voice smug and low. “I want to fuck you too, baby.”
Jimin feels his cheeks heat up as he shuddered in his seat, glancing at Jungkook's dark irises. The taller's lips twitch up in a light and quick smirk, then he leans away and lets Jimin recuperate.
He was so—
♬ No cameras catch my muffled cries
I counted days, I counted miles
To see you there, to see you there
And now the storm is coming, but
Fucked.
Jimin was thoroughly fucked stupid.
“Oh my God.” He heaved, cheeks smushed in the matress as he tried to force his lungs to work, damn it.
“Will you go to homecoming with me?” Jungkook asked with a pout, kissing the expanse of Jimin's spine that framed the moon tattoos very well. “Please?”
“Are we seriously talking about this right now, jerk?” Jimin cried out weakly, his legs still shaky from overstimulation. “I literally just had an out of body experience by getting dicked down so hard I was reduced to a blubbering mess.”
“You're still coherent, love.” Jungkook chuckled out, plopping down beside Jimin in his naked glory and batting his lashes at his blushing-blissed out boyfriend. “Please? Homecoming?”
“Aftercare.” Jimin bargained timidly, reaching a grabby hand out to Jungkook who complies with soft kisses that turn into slow sensual ones instead. “Mm.”
“No more.” Jungkook huffed out, their lips separating in a rough smalckas he man handles Jimin on top of his lap. “You'll be too sore. Agree to homecoming?”
“I'm agreeing if you fuc—”
“Baby.” Jungkook coaxed, a frown on his face. “Do not start this aga—”
“One more!” Jimin whined, raising a finger and kissing Jungkook on the lips. “Go gently so that I won't be sore, then I'll go to homecoming with you. Pinky promise.”
Jungkook frowns, contemplating the offer as his boyfriend slides his palms down from his chest down to his lower stomach. He shudders, shutting his eyes when he feels Jimin's tongue flatten on his abs— Jungkook was a weak weak man and he didn't want to look down because he'd just die.
“Baby—”
“Fuck.” Jungkook gasped out, blinking his tears and biting his tongue as he swallows his self restraint. “Come up here, angel.”
Jimin almost laughs.
What a service top.
♬ It's you and me, that's my whole world
They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl" (Okay)
The whole school is rolling fake dice
You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes
“There's my favorite it couple!” Taehyung squealed, running towards Jimin and Jungkook who were standing at the entrance hand in hand; looking through the venue in complete admiration.
Jimin tears his eyes away from the ceiling, unfolding his arms and waving at Taehyung who hugs him while fist bumping his boyfriend.
“I hope you like the party!” Taehyung says excitedly, Jimin had delightfully been informed that the whole prom was mostly oganized by the student organization and therefore he'd been eye witness to his best friend's never ending stressors through out the whole month of preparations. However with how the venue looked absolutely spectacular as it was, he also felt proud of them for pulling it off.
“It looks outstanding.” Jungkook says warmly, a toothy grin on his face. Taehyung's eyes look down at their intertwined fingers and almost screams again.
“Don't overreact.” Jimin warned, holding in a laugh of his own when Jungkook squeezes their palms and snickers at the roll of Jimin's eyes. Far too used to the latter's sassiest moments that he won't even go as far as bat his lashes at him.
“You're already the talk of the town and you haven't even stepped in.” Yoongi interjected, Namjoon beside him with a friendly arm over his shoulder. “What's up with you two?”
“They're just too cute.” Hoseok added in another squeal, bounding towards Jimin to engulf him in another tight hug. “You look stunning, Mimi!”
“Are we getting voted in for Prom kings?” Jimin teased, nudging his boyfriend to look at the cheerleader. Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and grins at Hoseok shyly, the latter still calling him a betrayer for not telling them about their relationship earlier.
“Might as well!” Seokjin added, ruffling Jungkook's hair and easily joining the groups conversation.
“You're forgiven, heartbreak prince.” Hoseok huffed out, finally reaching up to repeat what Seokjin had done to Jungkook's hair.
They all disperse around the venue in their own ways to enjoy the event, leaving the couple by the entrance. Jimin doesn't get to dwell on much because his boyfriend pulls him towards the selection of displayed food near the dance floor. Pointing cutely at small cupcakes and the like he finds cute.
Jimin looks at him fondly, his heart growing fond by how the taller looked so young in front of him with the same doe eyed that held some sort of passion.
Jimin had a reputation, one that preceded himself.
Jeon Jungkook had one of his own, that one precedes him as well.
Jimin's wisest choice is allowing himself to flirt with the heartbreak prince, falling for him must have been an afterthought already.
♬ It's you and me, there's nothing like this
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (Okay)
We're so sad, we paint the town blue
“Do you want to dance, chicky?” Jungkook asked, his dimple showing as he smiles all teeth at Jimin. His smile, as Jimin had come to learn wasn't cocky or prideful— but genuine.
“In your dreams, loser.” Jimin grumbled, rolling his eyes but letting himself get dragged towards the dance floor anyway.
His heart in between Jungkook's fingers and his head tucked on the surface his neck as they waltzed together.
“You think we'd win prom kings?” comes the hushed question, in the midst of Jungkook's soft humming alongside the song playing in the background.
“Doubt it.” Jimin responded, voice muffled by Jungkook's tux. “You might though, bunny.”
“I don't want to win prom king, I want to win most likely to run away with you.” Jungkook teased, his fingers tickling the sides of Jimin's waist playfully.
“Psycho.” Jimin says, but he's smiling when Jungkook steals a kiss and lifts him up to twirl him around just for show.
♬ Voted most likely to run away with you
fin.