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Gradually (I'll fall in love)

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“Chill hyung, I have eight minutes left.” The sound of shuffling and static filled the call.


“You’re going to be late.”


“No, I’m not. I doubt the professors will care either way, you told me yourself.”


Jimin bit his lip. Goddamnit, the kid was right. Ignoring this fact, (and the hundreds of curious stares from students walking by), he sighed loudly. “Two minutes. Starting now.”


He ended the call before Jungkook got the chance to say anything and sighed again. What the hell was he thinking, standing in the quad at 8AM on a Monday when he had a freaking essay due in a couple of hours , all because he had to take his bratty friend on his first day of college to the art building since “I’m going to get lost, hyung; this is such a huge campus, I’ll be stranded here forever, blah blah blah.” He glared at the door of Jungkook’s dorm and willed it to bang into Jungkook’s face when he came out. That would teach him a lesson to listen to his hyung for once, no more of that " Yah, Jimin!" bullshit. He impatiently tapped his foot, occasionally glancing at the door, and waited for a tuft of brown hair to appear. Finally, exactly two minutes later, a muscle bunny emerged.


Jimin growled and stomped his way towards Jungkook, glaring at him the entire time. He stopped directly in front of him and scowled. "I see that the door didn't bang you."


Jungkook coughed. "Excuse me?"


Jimin shook his head. "Never mind."


They stood in awkward silence, the tension growing so thick it could be cut with a knife while both of them nervously waited for the other to say something until Jimin couldn’t stand it anymore. He narrowed his eyes at Jungkook. "I thought I told you not to choose 8 o'clock classes, you asswipe.”


Jungkook sheepishly grinned and spread his arms. “And yet, here we are.”


They both laughed, though something about it sounded restrained.


Jimin’s laugh faded, and he regarded at Jungkook thoughtfully, albeit sadly. “I haven’t seen you in such a long time.”


Jungkook rolled his eyes. “You literally helped me unpack yesterday.”


“You know what I mean.”


“Yeah, I do.”


They stood in silence that was somehow even more awkward that the last.


Jimin shifted his feet. “Jungkook… I- I’m sorry that I left you.”


Jungkook smiled drily. “Hyung, think about the situation that you were in. This was your dream school. You were a senior in high school. I was a sophomore. Was there really an option to stay behind?”




Jungkook’s voice softened. “Besides, I told you I would join you someday. It’s alright, it worked out in the end.”


“I guess... it did. It’s just that… just... well...”


“It’s just that what?


“It’s just that… god I missed you..” Jimin ruffled Jungkook’s hair and smiled at him fondly.


“Missed you too.”


“You grew so much.”


“You didn’t.”


“THAT DOESN’T EVEN-” Jimin closed his eyes. “Jeon Jungkook, you’re an adult in college, and yet you’re still making jokes about my vertically challenged body.”


“Is that what you’re calling yourself now?” Jungkook teased.


Jimin hit his shoulder. “Kook, seriously; you’re going to be late. Let’s go.”


“Whatever you say, hyung.”


They jogged over to the white building in the distance labelled “Art”. Although it seemed like they were awkward around each other, in truth, Jimin adored the kid. They’d known each other since they were in diapers and seen each other at their lowest and highest points. Jimin remembered the day when his mother had introduced Jungkook to him as “his new friend” and how he had sulked at her for letting a stranger into his room and play with his toys. They soon got along, however, and grew up as best friends. Not the ordinary, average, everyday kind of best friends, but the kind where if one of them happened to be walking alone, everyone would be surprised and ask where the other was.


Obviously, they were both torn when Jimin was forced to leave for college. But they reunited again, and like Jungkook said, it worked out in the end. As Jimin thought about all of this during their jog, he realized that he had, unbeknownst to himself, grown to love Jungkook’s bunny teeth, doe eyes, and endearing habits.


That didn’t mean Jeon Jungkook wasn’t an annoying asshole at times, too.


“Hyung, seriously though, how tall are you? Did you even grow at all? Oh my god, what if you shrank ?”


“None of your fucking business.”


They slowly stopped jogging as they approached a marble door with gold handles. Jimin checked his phone for the time and breathed a sigh of relief. “Great, you’ve got two minutes left.”


Jungkook smiled smugly. “I told you I wouldn’t be late.”


“Yeah, thanks to me." Jimin scoffed. "You would have been completely lost otherwise.”


“Not my fault! It’s my first day, give me a break.”


Jimin grinned. Their usual quibbles were back, which he was grateful for. He would gladly choose their little arguments over tension-filled silence.


Suddenly, a reminder hit him like a bolt of lightning. “Oh shit, you’re right.”




“It’s your first day, which means I have to give you a tour of the campus to make sure you know where all the buildings are without my help, since I can’t be glued to your side every second.”


“You know, that’s actually a good-”


Jimin abruptly grabbed Jungkook’s cheeks and squished them. “Also, because you’re still a baby who needs to be protected.”


“I’m literally in college right now. Y- you told me I was an adult!” Jungkook sputtered, half-muffled by Jimin’s cheek-squishing.


“Irrelevant! Anyways, there’s a problem because I don’t know the drama building as well as Tae does, which means he’s going to have to come along with us.”


Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “Tae… Taehyung? Your roommate? The ‘singing-karaoke-at-3AM’ roomate? The ‘somehow-set-water-on-fire’ roomate? And please, let go of me now.”


Jimin let his hands fall. “Yes, that roomate.”


“And there’s a problem?”


Jimin rolled his eyes. “He’s pissed at me currently, because I turned on the lights before 10AM to get dressed, for you, might I mention,” he poked Jungkook in the chest, “which woke him up. It’s fine, though. He can’t stay mad for long. Not at a face like this.”


He puffed his cheeks and cupped his hands around his cheeks, staring up at Jungkook adoringly.


Jungkook snorted. “Hyung, take a good, long look in the mirror and try saying that again.”


Instantly, the wide eyes morphed into a pout. “Shut up, Kookie. You’re so mean.”


Jungkook was about to retort with a sarcastic response when Jimin cut him off. “Okay, back to the topic. Are you free at 1?”


“Uh, yeah, I think so.”


“Good. That’s when the tour’s going to start. Meet me….” Jimin scanned the area around him. “Meet me in front of your dorm, actually. You at least know where that is, right?”




“That’s also good.” Jimin pulled out his phone again, and his eyes widened. “Oh my god, Jungkook, I talked for too long, and now you might actually be late. Hurry up, oh my god, weren’t you keeping track of the time?”


“Wait, hyung, I don’t-”


Jimin opened the marble doors and shoved Jungkook inside, ignoring his indignant protests. “Don’t forget, meet in front of your dorm at 1!” he called after him and shut the door, apologizing profusely to the irritated students that were trying to get in. Jimin hurriedly shouldered his way past a crowd of people and sprinted off to his dorm, which was conveniently (and also unfortunately) located right next to Jungkook’s. When he reached the top of the stairs to his dorm, he checked the time: 8:05. That meant he had about an hour and fifty five minutes to complete his essay. Seriously, what kind of dance teacher assigned an essay for homework on the first day of college? (Okay, so it wasn’t homework. That random senior he saw in the dance studio yesterday had told him that the dance teacher gave extra credit to people who turned in an essay on the first day, which left him no choice but to type up a stupid essay for extra credit, come on.)


“Damn you, Ms. Babbleschoff” Jimin muttered as he fumbled with his keys. He eventually managed to unlock the door and opened it to find a very sleepy and irritated Taehyung lying on his bed.






“Get off of my bed.”




Jimin could feel a headache slowly inching its way to his temple. “Taehyung, please, I woke up at 7:30-”


“Woke me up, too.”


Ooh, that headache was really out to get him.


“TAE.” Jimin opened his mouth, then closed it. First things first. Jimin trudged his way to his desk, set down his belongings, and sat down to face Taehyung. “I woke up at 7:30 because I had to take Jungkook to the art building, and now I have to take him on a tour around the school, which reminds me: could you-”


Jimin stopped. Maybe he should have been nicer to Taehyung.


“Ah… could you pretty-please with a cherry on top… take Jungkook on a tour of the drama building?”


No response.






“Tae, puh-LEASE!”




“C’mon, he’s my best friend.”


Taehyung’s expression darkened. “Am I not your best friend?”


Jimin choked. “What? Is- Is that important right now?”


“Very.” Taehyung rolled over to his side to stare straight at Jimin.


Jimin groaned inwardly. Dealing with Tae was like the weather; so, so unpredictable. “Okay, look.”


Taehyung checked his nails, uninterested in Jimin’s plead.


“Jungkookie is… my freshman best friend, and you’re my sophomore best friend. Yeah? You can be friends with Jungkook too, alright? And what better time to make friends,” Jimin gestured wildly, “than on the campus tour that Jungkook desperately needs from you?


Taehyung yawned dramatically.


Jimin suppressed the urge to close his eyes and scream. “If you go with us, I’ll buy you ice cream.”


That got his attention. He sat up, crossed his arms, and inspected Jimin suspiciously. “What flavor?”


“Chocolate chip cookie dough.”


Taehyung grinned his boxy smile. “You drive a hard bargain, Chim.”


“I hate you. So much.”


“Love you too.”


Jimin rolled his eyes and opened his laptop. “Seriously though, thanks. I appreciate it..“


“You’re welcome.. I’m only doing it for the ice cream, by the way, and not for this Jungkook kid. Also, is there a size limit on the ice cream you’re buying me? ‘Cause if not-”


Jimin threw his eraser at him. “Tae, please. Shut up, and let me complete my essay.”


“Okay, jeez! Sorry! I won’t bother you again. I’ll just go back to sleep, see you at 1!”

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12:58 P.M.


Jimin had finished his contemporary dance class (as well as the essay, thank god) and was waiting outside of Jungkook’s dorm building. He hoped Jungkook had found his way to his other art classes, and that he would remember to come over to his dorm for the goddamn tour that Jimin was putting his time and effort into. That kid was insufferable, but don’t even get him started on Taehyung. He was just as bad, if not worse at remembering things. Taehyung had such a horrible memory that Jimin literally had to memorize his classes and tell him his schedule again every week for the entirety of last year. Although, with the prospect of ice cream in mind, Jimin had no doubt that Taehyung would remember to come.


“Come on, any second now,” Jimin mumbled. “They would have remembered, right? God, if Jungkook didn’t go on this tour, and he got murdered because he didn’t know where the library was, it’s gonna be all my fault.”


“Who got murdered?”


Jimin nearly jumped out of his own skin. “Oh my god!”


“I said, who got murdered?”


Jimin whirled around to a very grumpy Taehyung. “Oh, it’s you.”


“Oh, it’s me.” Taehyung was dressed in an oversized, light gray hoodie with white drawstrings. His Adidas sweats were a size too big and nearly touching the ground, almost covering up his flip flops. He sighed and put his hood over his head. “I’m here. Where’s the other person? Is he the one getting murdered?”


“The other person has a name, you know.” Jimin chided. “ Jungkook will arrive at exactly one o'clock. And no, he’s not getting murdered.”


“Aw, too bad.”




Fine, I’m sorry.” Taehyung grinned teasingly, then frowned. “Wait, how do you know he’s gonna come here at exactly one o’clock. Did he tell you that?”


Jimin sighed wearily. “No.”


Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Then how-”


“Shush. I know, okay? He’ll be here in about…. 38 seconds, actually.”


Taehyung scoffed. “No way.”


With a smug look, Jimin crossed his arms proudly. “Oh hey, there he is.”


Taehyung spun around to see a figure jogging towards him and Jimin in the distance. Jimin waved to the figure and lowered his voice. “Just so you know, he’s pretty fucking hot, but don’t get tongue-tied staring at him.”


Taehyung wheezed in disbelief. “Excuse me? You’re telling a model not to get tongue-tied? It should be the opposite way around!”


Jimin winked. “You’ll see what I mean.”


They waited until Jungkook reached them, barely panting from the run. “Hi Jimin!”


“You forgot the hyung ,” he grumbled.


Jungkook ignored him. “And you must be… Taehyung.” He hesitantly stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”


Meanwhile, Taehyung was staring at Jungkook, eyes wide and mouth agape. Jimin elbowed him in the ribs, and he shook himself out of his trance. “I- I’m Tae...hyung. Yes. You’re right. Taehyung. Call me Tae. If you want to, of course. Or whatever. Umm…” He hurriedly shook Jungkook’s hand. “N- Nice to meet you too..”


Jimin stood to the side, trying his best to hold in his laugh. Jungkook looked happy and confused at the same time, and Taehyung appeared as if he might simultaneously combust.


“Alright,” Jimin said at last, getting a hold of himself. “We’re all here, so let’s start the tour. Let’s do the dorms, then the actual educational buildings, and we’ll end it with all things food-related and some extra stuff. Sounds good?”


The two boys nodded mutely.


“Cool. Let’s go.”


The trio started walking towards Jimin’s dorm.


“Right, so…” Jimin gestured to the building. “This is my dorm, along with Taehyungie’s. Obviously, we chose to room together again this year. There’s two dorm buildings each for the freshmen and sophomores, and one dorm each for the juniors and seniors. People tend to move out to their own apartment in junior and senior year anyways, so the university decided to save money and renovated the extra dorms into beautiful, beautiful dance studios around 10 years ago.”


As Jimin was pointing out the studios, he heard Jungkook mutter something about him being a biased dance nerd.


Immediately, Jimin stopped walking and whipped his head around. “No, I’m not! It’s the truth; they’re beautiful studios.”


Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Honestly hyung, I kind of know this already. I took a tour of this campus back when I was researching which schools to apply to.”


Jimin’s eyes widened. He was not aware of this fact. “Well… you need a student to guide you.”


“It was a student.”


“Oh.. Well, a student with an honest opinion about this school.”


“He was pretty honest. I still remember his name, too. It was Jung Hoseok. Hoseok hyung,” Jungkook’s voice became wistful. “He was genuinely funny and nice.”


Uh oh. Jimin was losing him. “I’m giving you a tour that contains the ups and downs, the twists and turns, and the do’s and don'ts of this school. Things that they don’t teach you and won’t teach you, ever. Okay? Humor me.”


Jungkook studied at him for a long time. “Okay,” he said at last.


“Thank you.” Jimin wheeled around but promptly stopped again. He faced Jungkook suspiciously. “Wait. If you already knew everything about this school, why did you want me to go along with you to the Art building?”


Jungkook looked uncomfortable. “Just because I know the history behind the buildings, it doesn’t mean I know where everything is. It’s a big campus!”


“Yeah, but if you had bothered to-”


“Guys.” Taehyung interrupted. “Let’s keep moving forward. Please?”


Jimin felt a flash of guilt. Poor Taehyung had to sit through their pointless argument. “Sorry, Tae. I’ll try to speed this up. And I’m sorry for getting mad at you, Jungkook.”


Jungkook shrugged. “It’s alright. I’m sorry too. Especially to Tae.” He put his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, and Jimin swore he saw Taehyung’s life flash by his eyes.


“It’s… fine. Really. I- I don’t mind.” Taehyung stuttered. Jimin watched amusedly as he casually moved his shoulder away from Jungkook’s hand.  


Jungkook smiled sweetly. “You don’t mind me calling you Tae, do you?”


Taehyung quickly shook his head. “No, it’s totally fine.”


“Alright, Tae .”


There was a moment of hesitation. “Alright… Kookie.”


Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “ Kookie?”


“I mean, I wanted a nickname for you, too.” Taehyung blushed.


Jungkook smiled a bunny-tooth smile. “That’s cute.”


Taehyung blushed even harder.


Jimin was on the verge of gagging. “Quit flirting, you two. Let’s keep moving.”


At least Jungkook, this time, had the decency to look ashamed.


They continued to walk along the dorms’ path, with Jimin pointing out directions for Jungkook. At one point, Taehyung had walked up next to him and whispered, “I’m so fucking whipped, Chim.”


Jimin had grinned and whispered back, “I thought you said love at first sight was bullshit.”


To which Taehyung had replied, “It is. That still doesn’t explain why Jungkook is a fine ass piece of art.”


And that had been that.


They were now well past the midway point of the tour. Jimin was lagging behind the giggling pair, watching them laugh together. He sighed internally. The day that he would find someone that looked at him the way Taehyung looked at Jungkook would be the day that he grew an extra two inches. This was yet another reason why Jimin disliked love.


“Tae!” he called out. “We’re approaching the drama building.”


Taehyung’s eyes lit up. “Oh, hell yeah.”


Jungkook tilted his head. “Your major is…?”




Jungkook grinned. “Nice. Doing any acting? Like a part-time job?”


Jimin interrupted Taehyung before he could speak. “Actually, our Tae-Tae here is a model.”


Jungkook stumbled. “A model?”


Taehyung ran his finger through his hair shyly. “Yeah. It’s not permanent, though, it’s only for cash. I want my career to be acting, not modeling. ‘S why I’m doing theater as my major, obviously.”


Jungkook nodded slowly. “I see.”


They finally reached the drama building and headed inside. They entered the main central room that had several other rooms branching off of it. The paint-splattered walls were filled with pictures of past performances, and glittery, elaborate costumes hung on a display. An “exit” sign blinked at them from the far right, along with restrooms to their left. Overall, the building was like an artsy disco-ball come to life.


Taehyung nodded towards the direction of the restrooms. “I’ll be back, give me a minute.”


Jungkook nodded again. The minute Taehyung was gone, Jimin was roughly shaken by Jungkook. “What the fuck, hyung? He’s a model? Fuck, are you kidding me? Oh my god, all this time, I thought I had a chance with him.”


Jimin furrowed his brow. “What are you talking about? Of course you still have a chance with him.”


“He’s a model.


“Does him being a model change anything about him?”


“Um….. yeah?”


Jeon Jungkook.


Jungkook crossed his arms. “Okay fine. No.”




Jungkook released a long sigh. “It’s just that he seems so much more… intangible now.’


Jimin laughed a breathy laugh. “Trust me, he’s still very tangible. To you and me both.”


“Yeah, okay, but-”


Jimin pressed his index finger to Jungkook’s lips. “No more negativity now, okay? Taehyung is Taehyung, whether we like it or not. Although,” he paused and stared at Jungkook, “some of us may like it more than others.”


Jungkook blushed furiously and gently pushed away Jimin’s finger. “Alright, thanks hyung.”


Jimin smiled. “It’s what friends do.” Suddenly, he felt hot and uncomfortable. Talking about crushes was something that he could never stand for long, mainly due to the fact that he had been single for, oh, only his entire 20 years of living . Jungkook was well-aware of this fact as well, and Jimin was extremely grateful when he said, “Come on, let’s go sit down and wait for Tae.”


They sank into some nearby bean bag chairs and chatted about their classes and professors to pass the time, avoiding the topic of crushes and love for Jimin’s sake.

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When Taehyung came back from the restroom, Jimin let him temporarily take charge of the tour. The drama building was his forte, after all. They walked around for what seemed like forever, since Taehyung kept rambling on and on about his classes and upcoming shows. Jimin was starting to regret bringing Taehyung along until Jungkook meekly suggested to move on to the tour of the food places nearby.


“What? Already?” Taehyung whined.


“Tae, your tour’s been great, but we need to move on. I think Jungkook here has more than enough information about the building.” Jimin glanced at a frantically nodding Jungkook.


“Alright,” Taehyung huffed.


They exited the building and started walking towards the street located a few ways away.


“There’s food inside the university, but there are a lot of good places to eat outside of the school, too that are nearby. Cafés scattered everywhere; More Coffee? is my favorite. Lots of restaurants too. I mean, some of them are fast-food places, but whatever. There’s also a nice ice cream shop that’s literally 200 feet away from us. Maybe we should head there right now as our final destination?” Jimin paused, waiting for a reply.


Jungkook hesitated. “I didn’t bring any money.”


“Are you kidding me, Kook? Of course I’m paying for yours. Tae’s too, but only because I owe him.” Jimin gave Taehyung a death glare that could have broken glass.


Taehyung smiled his famous box smile. “Thanks Jimin.”


Jimin tried, he really tried, but he couldn’t help but smile as well. “Anytime, Tae.”


They fell into a comfortable chatter as they walked closer to the crosswalk.  They hadn’t been walking for long when Jungkook stopped and pointed to a building in the distance.


“Jimin hyung, which building is that one again?”


Jimin’s eyes followed to where Jungkook was pointing. A clean modern building with glass doors stood proudly. “Ah.. that’s the music building. I didn’t introduce that one to you, since none of us are affiliated with that section, you know?”


Jimin glanced over at Jungkook, only to see his eyes glazed over.


“That’s going to be my major,” he announced.




He faced Jimin eagerly. “That’s my major, I already know it.”


Jimin’s jaw was touching the floor. “Uh, Jungkook, you can’t decide your major just because you saw a building.”


Hyung,” Jungkook huffed, in that exasperated tone that Jimin despised, “as of now, I’m undeclared for my major, which means I can choose whatever the hell I want.”


Jimin had to agree with that. “Okay, yes, that’s true, but it’s the first day. You didn’t even give art a chance!”


“I did art because I thought it would be good to get out of my ‘comfort zone’ or shit, I don’t know.”


Jimin tried to interrupt, but it seemed like Jungkook was on a roll.


“And I mean, that was a stupid idea, I should’ve just stuck to something that I like doing and have experience with. Hyung, you’ve been to my singing competitions, right? Like, thinking about it now, music seems like the best option for me. I didn’t even know we had a music building ‘cause I didn’t pay attention to the second part of Hoseok hyung’s tour. Plus, I would strongly prefer not to be a starving artist when I graduate.”


Jimin raised an eyebrow at that last part, and Jungkook backtracked. “Not that being an artist is bad, but I think everyone can agree that a lot of artists aren’t very successful. With music, I might have a better chance and a lot more options.” Jungkook finished his rant, glancing cautiously at his hyungs for their reactions.


Jimin was speechless, but Taehyung thankfully had something to say. “Jungkook, I’m in no position to give advice to you, but I think you should listen to this anyways. My problem with it isn’t the fact that you’re changing your, ah, direction, so quickly. Hell, I changed my major five different times.” He gave Jungkook a cheeky smile.


“But,” he continued in a more serious tone, “it’s the field that you’re interested in that worries me. You’re currently focused on art, I’m doing drama, and Chim’s doing dance. None of us have a direct connection to singing, or even music. The only time I sing is when I’m doing a musical.”


Jimin nodded, slowly seeing where Tae was going with his point. “Yeah. It would be a lot easier for you if Tae and I were majoring in music as well so we would be able to help you, but we’re not. Plus, I heard the workload is terrible. Last year, I had a senior friend who majored in music. He was so busy, like all the time.”


Jungkook pouted. “Well, he’s a senior.”


“Was,” Jimin corrected. “He graduated. Not the point. The point is that you should think this through. Don’t make any rash decisions that you’ll regret. I’m reminding you again that you saw this building 3 minutes ago.”


Jungkook looked disappointed, but he nodded. “Okay… I guess. I mean-” he gestured to some people, laughing and joking, that were hanging out at the side of the building. “It seems like a nice community.”


Jimin squinted to make out the group of people’s faces. He saw blonde hair, brown hair, and- oh. Oh . He recognized that bunch. He frowned and turned towards Jungkook. “Kookie.. I’ve seen them around.”


Jungkook widened his eyes excitedly. “Really? What are they like? Do they-”


Kook. They ditch class a lot. I think they smoke. They probably do drugs too, for all I know.”


“What? You’re kidding.”


Jimin shook his head. “I’ve seen them too many times at too many parties.”


Suddenly a sound of a throat clearing filled the air. It was Taehyung. He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I agree with Chim. Jungkook, maybe you shouldn’t hang out with them. You’re an adult, I know, but I’m strongly advising you to stay away from chainsmokers and class… ditchers.”


Jungkook made a choked sound. “One of them looks like Hoseok hyung.”


Jimin and Taehyung tried to not-so-discreetly peek at the group.


“White shirt. Reddish hair.” Jungkook muttered miserably.


.Jimin’s eyes widened as he spotted Hoseok dancing and singing loudly in the shade, looking like he was having the time of his life. “Oh….”


Thankfully, Taehyung rescued him. “I’m sure he’s not as bad as the rest of them. The school wouldn’t have chosen him as a tour guide otherwise. I don’t recall him doing anything illegal, if that helps?”


“Yeah,” Jungkook said in a small voice.


Jimin elbowed Taehyung. “Nice one.”


“Shut up,” Taehyung hissed.


Jimin put his arm around Jungkook. “Kookie, it’s okay. Let’s forget this situation with some ice cream, alright?”


“Whatever. Sure.”


They started walking towards the crosswalk, which was unfortunately right in front of the group of boys. Jimin raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. Great. If this Hoseok dude recognized Jungkook, it would be awkward as fuck, since they were literally gossipping about them a minute ago. As they approached closer and closer, Jimin prayed that Hoseok would ignore them.




“Hey, wait!” A cheerful voice rang out. “You were in my tour group!”


The trio slowly turned around to see a student jogging towards them. Jimin anxiously glanced at Taehyung as if to ask “What the hell do we do now?” Taehyung shrugged, apparently not freaking out as much as Jimin was. Jimin huffed a silent breath of irritation and shifted his attention back to the tall student named Hoseok, who was happily heading towards them, unaware that Jimin was currently having a crisis.


When Hoseok reached them, he looked at them and smiled brightly. “Hi! I’m Jung Hoseok! I’m a junior, and I was Jungkook’s guide for the campus tour.”


Jimin studied him. Brownish-red hair, pointed nose, soft heart-shaped smile with cheekbones that anyone would be jealous of. He grudgingly decided to speak. “Hello. I’m Park Jimin., and I’m a sophomore.”


Hoseok’s eyes twinkled. “Nice. Sophomore years are pretty fun. How about you?” he asked, turning to Taehyung.


“Hi, I’m Kim Taehyung, also a sophomore and roomate of Jiminie.” Taehyung beamed at Hoseok and cupped his hands around his face.


Jimin could see Hoseok’s heart melting right there and then. “You. Sophomores. Are. So. Adorable.”


Jimin winced as Hoseok eagerly grasped his and Taehyung’s hand, shaking vigorously. “It’s sooo nice to meet you guys!”


“Nice to meet you too…” Jimin trailed off when he saw Hoseok’s attention transfer to Jungkook.


‘And of course,” Hoseok slung an arm around Jungkook. ‘I know this kid from when he tried to trip me during the tour.”


Jimin gasped like a scandalized, middle-aged lady. “Jungkook!”


Jungkook opened his mouth to protest but Hoseok beat him to it. “No, no, no, it’s totally cool. You should’ve seen me, it was hilarious . I think someone caught it on video?” He turned to Jungkook for confirmation.


Jungkook shrugged.


Hoseok faced Jimin again. “So, I tripped. He laughed. I laughed. He helped me up. Boom. Friends.”


Jimin blinked.


Hoseok laughed a bright, clear laugh. “You sophomores are so adorable. Anyways,” he readjusted his position on Jungkook, “what are y’all up to?”


Taehyung piped up. “We were heading to that ice cream place down the street. Wanna join us?” he added before Jimin could say anything.


Hoseok smiled. “I totally would, but I’ve gotta do homework for my music composition class. Like,” his expression morphed into annoyance. “who gives homework on the first day? We’re juniors and shit, responsibility, getting older, or whatever, but a two-page essay, front to back? On the first day? Hmph.”


Jimin hid a smile. He could relate.


Jungkook made a confused face. “Weren’t you and your friends like, yelling and throwing food two minutes ago? Didn’t sound like homework to me.”


Jimin was (once again) about to scold Jungkook for being rude when Hoseok (once again) stepped in.


“Kookie, there are things in life called distractions . My friends and I were merely-” he suddenly paused. “What am I thinking? I didn’t even introduce you to my friends! Oh my god, wait, follow me.” He ran back towards the side of the music building covered by shade, with Taehyung and Jungkook racing each other there, leaving no choice but for Jimin to follow them. As he arrived, he spotted Hoseok introducing Taehyung and Jungkook to his two friends that were sitting down.


“-yeah, I met Taehyung, and you guys already know Jungkook.” Hoseok glanced up and spotted Jimin. “Oh, there he is! That’s Jimin, y’all.” Hoseok waved him over.


When Jimin walked over to the shade, Hoseok clapped him on the back and smiled a brilliant 100-watt smile. “I’m going to go talk with Kookie here and catch up with him, but Jimin, you and Taehyung should introduce yourselves to Joon and Yoongi hyung. We’ll be right over there,” he pointed his chin towards a nearby tree. Before he left, he knelt to whisper into one of his friend’s ear. Jimin couldn’t catch it, but he swore it sounded like, “ And try not to be so fucking intimidating.”


Hoseok stood up like nothing was wrong, and smiled cheerfully once more. “Okay, have fun, you two!” He walked away with Jungkook, talking amiably like best friends. Best friends. Jimin couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at that. Whatever. Jungkook was still his best friend. He hastily turned his attention back to the two students in front of him and Taehyung. One of them was engrossed in a book, wearing thick, black glasses, an absolutely hideous striped. orange shirt paired with a denim jacket, and…. blue pajama pants? He had beige blonde hair, a bit darker than Jimin’s hair color, a round face, large eyes, and a long nose paired with full lips.


Jimin observed at the person sitting cross-legged next to him. His eyes were closed, head leaned back against the building, and he had a notebook filled with undecipherable scribbles. Black headphones enclosed his ears, and he tapped along to a silent beat with his pen. Platinum blonde hair (bleached white to the point where Jimin thought he looked like a grandpa), pink lips, and the smallest nose Jimin had ever seen. He had on an enormous black hoodie, as well as black skinny jeans with black Converse sneakers.


Wow. They were going to introduce themselves to potential drug dealers who had terrible fashion senses.


Jimin could feel another headache slowly inching its way to his temple.

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He looked over at Taehyung, who seemed just as lost as he was. Understandable. Drug dealers were unpredictable, especially those who wore loud, orange shirts. He bit his lip and decided to clear his throat to get their attention. “Hello,” he began, studying them expectantly.


The book guy lifted his head, eyeing Jimin, and the headphone dude opened his eyes with utmost reluctance. Jimin noticed the difference in the way they looked at him. The book guy scrutinized him analytically, like he was scanning Jimin, thinking of what to make of him. Alright, fair enough; Jimin did that too. The headphone dude, on the other hand, stared boredly at Jimin with a “ I really don’t give a shit about what’s happening right now. Hey, by the way, fuck you” expression.


Jimin disliked him immediately.


“Um… yeah... hi,” Jimin continued. “My name is Park Jimin, and this is Taehyung,” Jimin touched Taehyung’s shoulder. “We met Hoseok hyung a little while ago. He said we should introduce ourselves to you guys.”


At this, headphone dude sighed like it was the most inconvenient thing to ever happen to him. ( “Rude,” Jimin thought.) Book guy glared at headphone dude, which made Jimin feel a little bit better.


“Hi,” book guy said. “My name is Kim Namjoon; I’m a junior. Nice to meet you.”


“Nice to meet you too,” Taehyung spoke. Jimin startled, almost forgetting that he was there.


The two of them stared at headphone guy, who seemed thoroughly irritated. He took off his headphones and ruffled his hair. “Min Yoongi, senior.”


Jimin waited for a “nice to meet you” or a “I apologize for being a dick”, but nope. He put his headphones on and went right back to tapping his pen.




“It’s nice to meet you, Yoongi-ssi.” Jimin said, trying to mask his annoyance.


No reply.


“Likewise,” Taehyung chimed in, trying to make it better. It didn’t help. The silence was more deafening than before.


Namjoon coughed into his fist. “Ah, don’t worry about it, you guys. Yoongi’s busy today. You know, lots of homework, projects, essays, the works.”


Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “But it’s the first day.”


Namjoon shrugged carelessly. “But he’s a senior. What can I say? Music composition is stressful shit.”


Yoongi grunted a small noise of assent.


“Enough about him though,” Namjoon placed a bookmark inside of his book and laid it beside him. “Let’s talk. I have a feeling we’re going to be running into each other more often, now that Hoseok’s made friends with you guys. Might as well get to know each other a little bit better, yeah?”


Jimin nodded weakly.


“Alright, great. Um, how old are you guys, again? And, uh, what are you majoring in? I don’t think I know both of you quite that well, other than your names and your grades, so tell me more about yourselves.”


Jimin and Taehyung peeked at each other uneasily. Jimin could tell that they were both thinking, “You wanna go first? I don’t know, do you wanna go first?”


Namjoon smiled as he watched them exchange looks. “You know what? I’ll go first,” he cleared his throat. “So, yeah. I’m Namjoon, as you know. I’m 21, and I’m majoring in music composition with Yoongi and Hoseok hyung; that’s where I met them. I have a dog named Rapmon, and he’s the best dog in the world- shut up hyung, don’t even try me. Holly’s great, yeah, but Rapmon’s cuter.”


From what Jimin could tell, the older hadn’t said anything but Jimin could see he was fighting back a smile. The idea that this cold-hearted, rude-ass statue knew how to smile was bizarre to Jimin. Bizarre. Not endearing. Definitely not endearing.


“In my spare time, I study philosophy and keep Hoseok out of trouble. And, um, yeah, that’s my story.” Namjoon finished, surveying them calmly. “I would tell you more if we were better friends, but we’re not.”


Ouch. That was harsh. Namjoon sensed this as well, and he hurriedly tried to make up for it. “I mean, that’s why we’re introducing ourselves, of course. So that we can know each other better and actually be friends.”


Up until now, Taehyung had been strangely quiet, but now he spoke. “Namjoon-ssi, I have a question,”


Namjoon nodded, waiting for him to continue.


“Do you… do you have any photos of your dog? ‘Cause I freaking love dogs, man, like they’re the best things in the world, and-”


Jimin wanted to smack himself in the head. Of course . Taehyung had been on his “best behavior” for most of the day, and now that it was getting late, he was probably tired of acting quiet and modest.


“-and I love them so much, almost as much as chicken nuggets but that’s another story. Like, chicken nuggets are so delicious. But dogs, dogs are so beautiful and they’re such good boys and girls and we don’t deserve them and now I’m getting emotional, dammit!” Taehyung sniffled, wiping his eyes against his hoodie sleeve.


Jimin wanted to die in a hole right there as an awkward silence followed Taehyung’s sudden ramble. Namjoon’s mouth hung open, no doubt absolutely bewildered from this outburst. “Uh, I don’t- uh... Wha- What was your question again?”


Taehyung sniffed. “Do you have any pictures of your dog?”


Jimin watched as Namjoon’s face shifted from shocked to perplexed to amused. “Oh, um, yeah, definitely. I think I can... Send the pictures to you. Let’s trade numbers, alright?”


And suddenly, Taehyung was already better at having a social life than Jimin. Ah, yes. Taehyung, the person who put hot sauce on top of chocolate-chip cookies. Was better at making friends than Jimin. Because that made sense. Jimin’s brain was about to short-circuit from processing all this information when he noticed Namjoon watching him expectantly. Jimin snapped out of his trance and bowed apologetically.


Namjoon chuckled. “No need to bow, Jimin. I just wanted to hear your introduction. I think I’ve heard and learned quite enough from Taehyung,” Namjoon glanced over at Taehyung, who was softly cooing and squealing wide-eyed at his phone. “and now it’s your turn. So, let’s hear it.”


Jimin shifted his feet uncomfortably. “Um… I’m a pretty boring person, and, uh, yeah. I’m not interesting, and, um, I’m just, you know, me.”


Jimin was desperately trying to keep his anxiety in check when he heard Yoongi quietly mutter, “Well, don’t you have a high opinion of yourself.”


This comment replaced all of Jimin’s anxiety with a surge of anger. Jimin had always struggled with accepting himself, and to hear Yoongi voice his thoughts made him want to flip a table.


He glared at Yoongi. “I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, I’ll start now. I’m 20 and majoring in dance. I’m from Busan, grew up with Jungkook,” he nodded towards the direction of Hoseok and Jungkook laughing and hitting each other playfully. “and i met Tae when I found out he was going to be my roommate. I have a younger brother, too. So. Yeah.”


“Hmm,” Namjoon contemplated thoughtfully.


Jimin wanted to shrivel up into dust. “Yeah, um, I warned you that I was boring.”


“No, no,” Namjoon reassured. “I was thinking that… you’re more than what you let on to be.”


Before Jimin could say anything, Yoongi spoke out loud, surprising everyone. “You’re from Busan?”


“Yeah?” Jimin hesitated.


“Not Seoul?”


Jimin scoffed. “Why? Do I seem like a fragile, stuck-up brat to you?”


Yoongi tilted his head. “Are you saying people from Seoul are fragile and stuck-up? Stereotype much?”


“Wha- No!”


“Contributing to our nation’s prejudicial categorization isn’t going to benefit anyone, sweetheart,”


“Sw- Sweetheart? Are you kidding me? Are you serious?” Jimin’s jaw dropped to the floor in disbelief.


“Mmmm... “ Yoongi hummed, clearly unimpressed.


No. No, no no. Jimin couldn’t stand him or his face for any longer. “You know what? I gotta go.”


He grabbed Taehyung’s phone and yanked it out of his hand “Taehyung, we’re leaving. It was nice to meet you, Namjoon-ssi, I hope- Tae, shut up, I’ll give it back to you later. I hope to talk to you soon in the future.” Jimin smiled, a sincere smile, because Namjoon was genuinely interesting and polite and nice. On the other hand…


Jimin turned to Yoongi and bowed stiffly. “Pleasure.”


“The pleasure is all mine,” Yoongi replied without skipping a beat.


Jimin was seething. “I can’t do this.” He grabbed Taehyung’s hand and dragged him towards the direction of the ice cream parlor. “Jungkook! We’re leaving, let’s go!” he shouted over his shoulder. Jimin raked his hands through his hair. What an absolutely rude asshole. Unbelievable. He was such a dick. Who did he think he was? So what if he was a senior? That didn’t give him the right to be rude. Jimin would have kept going but Taehyung interrupted his thoughts.


What , Tae?”


“Let go of me, please,”


“Huh? Oh, sorry,” Jimin let go of his grip on Taehyung’s wrist, unaware that he had been clenching it so hard.


“Thanks…” Taehyung eyed Jimin warily, rubbing his wrist, “I want my phone back too.”


“Oh, right.” As Jimin gave his phone back, he noticed Jungkook running towards him and Taehyung, evidently upset.


As soon as Jungkook caught up to them, he started punching Jimin’s arm. “Hyung! What the heck? I was having a good time with Hoseok hyung when you suddenly decided to leave. You better have a really good reason.”


Jimin winced. He had expected this reaction from Jungkook. “Sorry, Kookie,” he paused when he saw Jungkook’s ‘not convinced’ face. “Kookie! I am sorry for interrupting you when you were having a good time. But Yoongi-ssi was so rude to us.”


Taehyung interrupted. “You. He was only rude to you. Not me.”


Jimin scowled. “Yeah. Only rude to me.”


Jungkook frowned. “You could have said something to him..”


Jimin shook his head frantically. “No, I tried. He-” Jimin shook his head once more. “Please, let’s not talk about this. I really don’t want to. He was so rude, said some dumbass comments that got to me, and I don’t want to talk about it. At least, not right now.”


He gazed up at his friends apprehensively., waiting for disbelief or incredulity at how unbelievably weak Jimin was for letting a couple of words affect him like that.


He saw neither.


Instead, Taehyung and Jungkook’s eyes were filled with understanding and sympathy and kindness and compassion and concern and….. and….


Honestly? All Jimin could think of in that moment was how lucky he was to met such fucking amazing friends.


Taehyung was the first one to speak. “Alright, hyung. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Let’s go get ice cream; I’m hungry, and you promised to buy it for me, remember?” He skipped cheerfully towards the parlor.


That left Jimin and Jungkook standing awkwardly, just like they stood in the morning. Back to square one. Great. Jimin was about to say something again when Jungkook scratched his head nervously. “Hyung… I… I didn’t realize the situation was like that with Yoongi hyung. I should’ve let you explain…. I’m sorry. Wait , fuck, no,” Jungkook fumbled. “That sounded insincere. I’m actually sorry. Like really sorry.”


Jimin shot him a appreciative look. “Totally fine, Kook. It’s all over now. Let’s not apologize anymore, okay? Honestly, we’ve said sorry so many times today that I’m sick of it. Let’s forget it, I’m over it, and I’m ready to go get some ice cream, you coming?”


Jungkook grinned at him and unexpectedly sprinted after Taehyung, followed closely by a very flustered Jimin yelling about how unfair it was that Jungkook got a head start before him. As he ran, smiling crazily, all Jimin could think of was that this... this was going to be one hell of a school year.

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Chapter 5:


Two weeks later:




Jimin slammed his tray down on the wooden table, subsequently startling Taehyung, who was sitting on the opposite side.


“Jiminie? What’s wrong?” Taehyung frowned and set down his burrito that he was viciously attacking not long ago.


Jimin sighed wearily. “Life is wrong.”


“Why? What’s up?”


“There is stress,” Jimin gestured vaguely at the air, “and there is more stress. Is that all that college is?” He looked at Taehyung, hoping for sympathy (and possible reverence at his wise, philosophical words).


Instead, Taehyung snorted and went back to inhaling his burrito.


Jimin crossed his arms and sat down with a huff. ‘My theory is that,” he continued, “all college does is try to make students into coffee addicts. And it’s working.”


“Uh huh.”


“Oh my god, I can’t with you, sometimes.”


Taehyung yawned. “What do you want me to say? That your theory is right?”




“Well, it’s true, yeah. But college is also a time to socialize.”


Jimin narrowed his eyes. “By socializing, do you mean getting drunk with friends at 2AM and making dumb decisions that you’ll regret in the morning when you wake up with a hangover?”




“Did you already plan something that involves all of the above?”




“Tae, no,” Jimin closed his eyes. “I have class tomorrow.”


Oh, god. That was the wrong thing to say.


Jimin watched meekly as Taehyung choked on his burrito and glared at Jimin. “You… have class tomorrow. Did you just say that?”


Jimin looked down at his plate. “Y-yeah.”


Taehyung slammed his burrito down onto his tray (“ Copycat,” Jimin thought). “Park Jimin, since when has class ever deterred you from spending quality time with your friends?”


“Since the fucking day college started,” Jimin muttered.


Taehyung chose to ignore him. “Park Jimin, you are going to be in our dorm by 10PM today and not, I repeat, not studying in the library or practicing in the dance studio until you drown in your own sweat.”


Jimin’s mouth dropped to the floor. “Tae, I can’t afford to lose any-”


“Park Jimin will have a good time,” Taehyung continued, “and he will have that good time with me, Kookie, Hobie-hyung, and Namjoon-hyung.”


Jimin’s shoulders relaxed. As long as-


“Oh, and also Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung gave a final glare at Jimin, as if daring him to say anything in return.


Jimin took the bait. “Hell to the fucking no. I refuse to be in the same room as him.”


Instead of giving another lecture like he usually would, Taehyung lowered his voice and spoke softly. “Chim, seriously. Why do you not like him? Are you still mad about the first time you met him?”


Jimin looked away. “I’m not mad ‘cause I’m not that petty. It’s just that… you never get a second chance to make a first impression. Ever heard of it?” Immediately after he said that, Jimin felt guilty. Taehyung didn’t deserve Jimin’s bad attitude, but he just couldn’t help it. Whenever the topic of “Yoongi-hyung” came up, Jimin couldn’t help but snap at the nearest person. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Taehyung brushed it off.


“Chim, I think that the correct quote should be, ‘you never get a second chance to make a second impression.’” Taehyung grinned when Jimin made a confused expression. “And what I mean by that is you shouldn’t judge someone on their first impression, ‘cause you don’t know what was going on that day. That could have been their worst day ever, their dog could have died-”


“Holly didn’t die,” Jimin grumped. He hated the fact that he remembered every single thing about Yoongi in that first conversation they had.


Fortunately, Taehyung didn’t notice. “I know. But the point I’m trying to make is that you should judge them on their second impression. Because if they’re the same on the second impression, that’s when you know they’re an asshole.”


Jimin ran his fingers through his hair. “But I’ve already met him, like three times. And he was an asshole on every occasion.”


Taehyung let out an exasperated sigh. “Jumping up from wherever you are when he walks into the room and saying you have to go because your cat needs to be watered does not count as meeting him.”


“It was a good excuse.”


“Jimin! The truth is that you haven’t had your second impression of him yet. And believe me, he is not that bad. I didn’t like him either at first ‘cause he teased you, but I met him again at the music studio. And you know what he did? Apologized for his shitty behavior.”


“What?” Jimin couldn’t believe his ears. “He didn’t apologize to me!”


“Did you give him a chance to?”


Jimin was about to say that of course he did , but Taehyung’s expression made him rethink. “I guess not, no,” he admitted.


“That’s right. You damn well didn’t. And that’s why I scheduled this meet-up. I already told everyone else, and now I’m going to ask you: are you going to be there?”


Jimin bit his lip, not knowing what to say. He really, really didn’t want to go because of a certain Min Yoongi, but at the same time, Tae was right. He didn’t actually give Yoongi a chance yet. And besides, he was sick of drowning himself in textbooks and notes. He needed some time off.


“Yeah, I guess I’ll go,” Jimin mumbled.




Jimin rolled his eyes. “You were going to make me go anyways, it wasn’t really a choice.”


Taehyung smiled his famous boxy smile. “Right on the money! And just in case you decide to flake…”


Jimin watched in absolute horror as Taehyung clambered on top of the wooden table and stood up.


Tae, what the fuck are you doing?” Jimin hissed, looking around wildly.


“I need assurance.”


“Assurance for what ?”


“That you’re actually going to go.” With that, Taehyung cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “HELLO, EVERYONE. THIS IS PARK JIMIN. WAIT, NO, I MEAN-” Taehyung frowned and lowered his hands. Then he raised them again. “I AM NOT PARK JIMIN. BUT THIS MOCHI RIGHT BELOW ME IS HIM. IF YOU SEE JIMIN AROUND CAMPUS, BE SURE TO REMIND HIM THAT HE HAS TO GO TO HIS DORM AT 10PM.”


Jimin had never wanted to disappear more.




“Kim Taehyung, shut your fucking mouth if you know what’s good for you,” Jimin hit Taehyung’s leg desperately in hopes that he would shut up.


“MAKE SURE THE GUY YOU’RE TALKING TO HAS DIRTY ASS BLONDE HAIR.” Taehyung bent his knees as if he was going to climb down, but straightened them again. “AND ONE MORE THING. IF YOU DON’T REMIND HIM, I WILL PERSONALLY HUNT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU DOWN AND CUT YOUR HEADS OFF.” Taehyung lowered his hands, visibly pleased.


An unimpressed silence filled the dining hall. Taehyung scowled and cupped his hands to his face again. “AFTER I CUT YOUR HEADS OFF, I’LL POUR COFFEE ON YOUR LAPTOPS AND MAKE SURE ALL OF YOUR ASSIGNMENTS ARE GONE.”


There were audible gasps all around the room, and Taehyung ( finally) climbed down with a satisfied smirk on his face. Jimin had never known he could feel rage, admiration, and absolute terror all at once at his best friend.


“T-Tae, you’re so fucking-”


“-incredible? Yes, I know. Gotta go meet up with Jungkookie now, and no, it’s NOT a date, we’re just friends. Meet up at 10, we’re going to watch movies and have a good time, okay? ‘K bye.”


Jimin’s eyes incredulously followed Taehyung grabbing his bag and exiting the dining hall. He groaned and plunked his head down on the wooden table, already feeling hungry stares at him.


This was going to be a long day.




“I’m trying to say this in the nicest way possible, but please , please fuck off.”


Jimin was so incredibly tired of hundreds of people meekly presenting themselves to tell him to go to his dorm room at 10PM. Tae’s little announcement had been going around the school, and people that weren’t even present at the dining hall were reminding Jimin in fear that their laptops would be ruined. This had been going on for almost six hours. And now, a timid freshman was attempting to tell him. Just like everyone else.


“B-But you don’t even know what I’m going to say!” The girl looked startled by Jimin’s reaction.


“Yes, I do. Go to my dorm at 10PM, and please do it because I don’t want my laptop to die. Is that right, or is that right?” Jimin glanced at her tiredly.


Her eyes were widened to the size of platters. “How on earth did you know?”


Jimin sighed. “You’re probably the five hundredth person to tell me. Now please, go.”


The freshman quickly bowed and started walking away. Jimin stared at her and thought about something that he should have thought of long ago. “Hey, wait!”


The girl turned around instantly. “Yes?”


“Uh…” Jimin suddenly felt stupid for asking her about his question. “You do know that Taehyung included the threat of your head being cut off?”


“Yeah, what about it?”


Jimin blinked. He was not expecting that answer. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about that than your laptop?”


She scoffed. “Yeah, I think i can afford to lose my head. But my laptop? Pfft, hell no. You understand, right?”


‘Right…” Jimin did not understand.


The freshman smiled. “Well, if that’s all, I’ll be going now. Sorry for bothering you, Jimin-ssi! Goodbye!”


Jimin (once more) watched her walk away. He turned around and started walking towards the library. He did promise Tae not to go there, but only after ten o’clock. It was seven now, so Jimin felt confident he could squeeze in a few hours of work. Besides, he needed it. His contemporary dance teacher (damn you, Ms. Babbleschoff) had assigned another goddamn extra-credit assignment for researching the art of contemporary dance.


And cue Jimin’s headache, back in full swing.




“Done!” Jimin leaned back on his chair, happy to have finished his paper.




“Sorry,” Jimin whispered to the librarian. Nevertheless, he hummed very quietly as he packed up his items and shoved them into his bag. Idly, Jimin glanced at the clock on the library wall.




“Oh my fucking shit, god, son of a-”




“Sorry!” Jimin rammed the remaining items into his backpack and sprinted out of the library, tripping over his feet along the way. He flew across the quad, not realizing that he had hurriedly apologized to some bushes for running into them. After running for a good distance he finally slowed down when he realized he wouldn’t be late to the meetup.


Jimin sighed with relief as he saw the art building up ahead, since it only took a few minutes to get to his dorm from there anyways. As he walked across the building, there were some noises coming from the opposite side. That made him nervous. If there was one thing that Jimin knew from horror movies, it was to not check out the scary noise coming from a scary place.


“I’m going to die if I go check it out,” Jimin muttered to himself. Still, the noises sounded very…. Human. As if someone was calling for help?


A very large groan escaped Jimin as he trudged over to the backside of the art building. “Stupid… Park… Jimin… always wanting… to be…. Nosy.”


He reached the wall perpendicular to the backside and carefully peeked over the edge. Jimin’s eyes widened immediately, and he covered his mouth to stifle a gasp.


There were two boys standing, both beating up another boy on the ground. Thankfully, no weapons were in sight, but by the looks of it, the boy on the ground was having a tough time fighting back. Jimin bit his lip and squinted his eyes to get a closer look at the pair that were standing. It was hard for Jimin to tell in the dark, but one of them seemed to have dark blonde hair. The other seemed to have platinum…. blonde hair.


Platinum blonde hair.


Blood roared in Jimin’s ears while he desperately tried to take in all that was happening. To him, this was far worse than being a drug dealer. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin’s (sort of) friends were mercilessly punching and kicking some guy behind a building at 10PM.


What the fuck.


Jimin did the only thing he could think of in that moment.


He ran.


He ran all the way up to his dorm room and pounded relentlessly on the door.


“Tae, Tae, open up, please, shit, open the-”


The door swung open to show a very bewildered Taehyung standing with a bowl of chips in his arms.


“Jimin-ie? You’re actually here? This is great, come in, come in.” Taehyung ushered Jimin inside, clearly oblivious to his rapid panting and coughing.


“So, we’re going to watch an animated movie, but I haven’t decided which one yet-”


“It’s supposed to be a group decision, Tae!” A voice screamed from the kitchen.


Jimin smiled weakly, identifying the voice as Jungkook. However, Taehyung looked extremely irritated.


“Kookie wants a horror movie, like, the fuck?” He whispered fiercely to Jimin.




“Whatever,” Taehyung pushed Jimin onto the couch and handed him the bowl of chips he was previously holding.


“Hoseok-hyung sent me a text saying he couldn’t come. He didn’t say why, but, you know, his loss. And Namjoon and Yoongi-hyung didn’t text me, but I’m pretty sure they’re not coming over either.”


“I wonder the fuck why,” Jimin thought bitterly.


With a final pout, Taehyung sat next to Jimin on the couch. “Don’t worry Chim, you’ll get your second impression of Yoongi-hyung next time.”


Jimin didn’t say anything, but he knew that he had already got his second impression of Yoongi-hyung.


And apparently, Yoongi liked to beat up people behind the art building.

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Jimin slammed his tray down, with bits of sauce from his pasta flying upwards.


“You know what, Tae? I heard martial art classes are very popular right now.”


Looking up from his meal, Taehyung narrowed his eyes, mouth bulging with chewed-up grilled cheese sandwich pieces. "I feel as if I have witnessed this scene before.”  




“Is this what they call… déjà vu? Because I recall that yesterday, a small man slammed his tray down and complained about some first-world problem And it’s happening again today.”


Jimin sighed a very long sigh. “Tae, this is actually, kind of important. It regards, uh, protection against, um, assault?”




Taehyung spat out his grilled cheese, coughing up bits and pieces of bread. Jimin watched, half amusedly and half disgustedly as Taehyung downed his soda in one gulp. This, in fact, lead to more choking and coughing and wheezing, followed by a huge gasp of air… and even more coughing. Jimin drummed his fingers on the table impatiently, ignoring the horrified stares of students that were extremely concerned for the blonde-haired student dying over a soft drink.


When Taehyung finally pulled himself together, Jimin was quite terrified of the haggard look on his face; he seemed to have traveled to Hell and back.


“Uh… Tae… you okay?”






“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were being assaulted?!”


Jimin could not believe his ears. “ What ?”


“As best friends, I tell you everything from what was in my breakfast burrito to what I found was in my bathroom the other day (it was a cockroach); you know you can tell me anything.”


“I just think this is a big misunder-”


“And you can especially tell me about the fact that you were assaulted.” Taehyung stared up at Jimin, his gaze hard and steely.


This was the part where Jimin should have laughed and explained the truth, but goddamn, he couldn’t help but feel a little impressed that this was his best friend. Still, this was a pretty big misinterpretation, and Taehyung might actually hunt some people down.


“Tae, I wasn’t assaulted in any way at all. I’m perfectly fine.”


“Are you sure? Because I-”


Jimin’s mouth twitched. “I am very sure that I wasn’t assaulted. I would know if I was assaulted, okay? I am fine , don’t worry.”


Taehyung scrunched his face, scrutinizing Jimin’s rather amused expression. “Alright, then. If you say so.” He went back to inhaling his sandwich calmly. “But then, Chim, why did you ask about martial art classes?” Taehyung asked, voice muffled.


“Yeah, see, I was getting to that.” Jimin jabbed his fork into his pasta, twirling it around aimlessly. “I actually saw two guys beating up a third guy behind the art building.”




Oh god, not again. Jimin thought, dreading the idea of more Taehyung coughing and choking and overall dying. Instead, Taehyung gulped down his entire bite of the sandwich, looking like he had just swallowed a rat.


“Jimin, you witnessed an assault?”




“And you did nothing? You were a bystander? You were just there? Doing nothing to stop it?


“Well… I… yeah.” Jimin replied, the realization that he could have saved that person from getting even more injured slowly dawning on him. “Wait, no, I wasn’t a bystander, I ran… away?”


Instantly regretting his words, Jimin nervously flickered his gaze at a very irritated Taehyung.


“Jimin, why?


“Because, ya know, I didn’t… um…” Jimin paused, stumbling over his words. “I didn’t want to get hurt.”


Taehyung scowled. “Do you think that the person who was getting beat up wanted to get hurt too? Jesus, Jimin. I don’t think that’s the reason why you ran away. You’re fit, you go to the gym, you’re strong, stronger than the average person. No, you ran away for a different reason, and I wanna know why.” Taehyung cupped his hands around his face, leaning towards Jimin with his elbows on the table.


Jimin frowned. Tae was right. Why had he run away? He certainly could have helped the person, so it wasn’t because he was afraid of getting hurt. What other reason could there be? Jimin’s mind wandered back to the scene of the incident. He was there, art building, saw the people, saw a glimpse of platinum blonde hair.


Platinum blonde hair.


Blood pounded in his ears, mind going blank. Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Jimin closed his eyes, but all he could think of was Min Yoongi, Min Yoongi, Min-


“Jimbles? Chim? My bro? Are you alright?” Taehyung waved his hands in front of Jimin’s face, looking worried.


Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Jimin opened his eyes. “Yeah, just got stuck in a daydream for a second there.”


“Oh okay. Well, you still haven’t told me why you ran away.”


“Um…” Jimin fidgeted, wondering if he should tell Taehyung. “It was just fight or flight, I guess. I panicked, adrenaline rush, you know sometimes logic doesn’t always appear.” He tried for a relaxed laugh, instead sounding like a nervous frog that was being strangled. He felt horrible for lying to Taehyung, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth that he…. he was scared of Min Yoongi.


Taehyung smiled. “I see, Jimin. I hope that person is okay, though.” he added thoughtfully. “Hopefully, they’re not too injured. The people that were beating them up, they didn’t have weapons, did they?”


Jimin shook his head quickly. “Nope. No weapons from what I could see.”


Taehyung visibly relaxed. “Thank goodness. Usually people don’t just beat up others for no reason. Probably left after they got his wallet.”


“Yeah, probably.”


“But Jimbles,” Taehyung stated, picking up the last bite of his grilled cheese. “Let’s go back to the topic of… martial art classes? Sorry for going off track, but what did you say about those again?”


Jimin started to relax as well. “Yeah, I was thinking about signing up for classes after I witnessed… all of that. If someone tries to attack me, it’s better to be safe than sorry, right?”


“Hmmm…” Taehyung hummed, mulling it over. “I mean, we have a safe campus Jimin-ah. It’s really odd that something like that happened. But, if it makes you feel better and safer, I’d say go for it.”


“Oh, really?” Jimin arched his eyebrow, surprised by Taehyung’s support. “Okay, great. I’ll go looking for some cheap and nearby places.”


“Just make sure it’s not a scam, okay? My friend once worked at a really scammy taekwondo place where the teachers had fake black belts. Like, to get kids to join, they would have the kids that were just looking around break a board. Of course, they’re little kids, they couldn’t break that thick, wooden board, but then the instructors would break the board for them on their third try. And then the kids would go to their mom and ask to join, and that’s how they would make money, and…”


Jimin was slightly ashamed to admit that he tuned out of Taehyung’s rant about scams and trust issues. But he couldn’t help it. He was actually excited about the prosperity of being able to defend himself. Jimin’s mind drifted off slowly, wandering and floating around, when he suddenly snapped back to reality. He realized he didn’t know what kind of martial art he wanted to do.


“Hey, Tae?” Jimin asked, interrupting Taehyung mid-sentence about mangoes that look ripe but are actually hard as fuck, like what the hell is up with that, and how do avocados brown so easily?


“Yeah, what’s up?” Taehyung tilted his head.


“What kind of martial art do you think I should do?”


Taehyung answered immediately. “Taekwondo.”


“What? Why?”


Jimin. My dude. We are Koreans. Korean . Taekwondo is a Korean martial art. Thus, we are taekwondo.”




“Okay, no, but seriously, why not taekwondo? It represents Korea? You can learn some good terminology. Learn more about our culture. You know? And at the same time, learn some kickass moves.”


Jimin bit his lip. “Yeah, I guess so. I’ll find a good, cheap taekwondo place, I’m sure.”


“I’m sure you will.” With that, Taehyung stood up and walked away to put his tray on the conveyor belt to be cleaned.


Jimin watched him leave, thinking about his decision. What would become of it? Sighing, Jimin stood up as well. He picked up his tray and walked over to the conveyor belt, where Taehyung had finished placing his plate down and was walking away.


“Jimin! I’m gonna go to my classes, see you later okay? Tell me if you find a good place, alright?”


“Alright, Tae. Thanks for your help!” Jimin waved as he watched Taehyung’s figure disappear around the corner. Turning back to the conveyor belt, he dumped his plate on the belt and threw away his napkins.


“Alright, going to ballet now.” Jimin muttered quietly. He jogged out the doors, past the dorms, and to the dance buildings.




“I’m here!” Jimin announced tiredly, slamming the door shut behind him. Huh. Taehyung wasn’t here. Shrugging, he placed his bag on his desk and unplugged his laptop. More than likely than not, Taehyung was probably with Jungkook. He did seem to be a lot more comfortable with Jungkook recently. Jimin smirked as he plugged in his headphones to his phone and placed the cushiony pads on his ears. They would definitely take too long to confess, but Tae would probably be the one to tell Jungkook. Fighting back a smile, Jimin opened up his laptop and typed “nearby taekwondo places”.


Around 2 million results. Dang. Jimin studied the options. Some of them were too expensive, while others were too far away, even though Jimin had clearly typed in “nearby”. Jimin was about to lose all hope after scrolling through pages and pages when there was finally one that looked interesting. Taekwondo Supreme. Jimin thought it sounded like it could potentially be a dish at a restaurant. It also sounded like the words were in the wrong order, and that someone had just wanted to slap the word “supreme” on there.


Well, then.


Jimin clicked on their website and was instantly blinded by flashing rainbows and neon colors. He squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of what was going on. Was that a fucking dancing taco?


It turned out the flashy lights were only on for a few seconds after you opened the website, as it turned off soon after. Jimin silently cursed whoever designed the damn page, and may they forever have wet socks. Even so, the website looked very professional and clean after the strange introduction. Their information was nicely organized on top, and Jimin could clearly see their location and prices.


The prices weren’t bad…. They were actually strangely cheaper than what he had expected. The location wasn’t horrible either. It was around five to ten minutes away from the campus. And after scrolling through their FAQ’s, some of their pictures of the school, more information, Jimin finally felt like he had found something valuable. This was a decent place to learn taekwondo from, it had some good reviews from parents as well. Jimin was feeling very confident about his finding, and he copied the link from the website to send it to Taehyung.  



so here’s the website of the tkd place i found


woefjwioesfo already wow

so dedicated



just look at the website already


k lol


it’s been like ten minutes are you done yet



i’ve concluded

that this is a good place


Is that it




you mean to tell me you spent ten minutes

looking at the website

to tell me that this is a good place



but also

i don’t think you need to waste any more time looking for more plaves


cuz this has good reviews

It’s cheap, nearby

tbh that’s all ur looking for right


Uh yeah


and also

whoever designed the website is fucking rad

there was a dancing taco on the bottom right corner for a split second


are you kiddinf me

i nearly got a seizure from it


oh shut up it was rlly cool

but yeah i think ur set

maybe go there tmrw or something

just to check it out, see how it is in real life

but good job finding a tkd place

want me to go with you


nah its ok

I’ll figure it out

Thx tae


np jimbles




wait are you with jungkook rn

don’t hook up with him


Wtf chim

yes im wit him




oki tae love you too

Gn for real tho


Gn lol :)


Protection is important k


JIMIN OML ISTG fiaosjdfoiidfj



not really

Imma be sleeping so don’t wake me up when you come back

K bye

Chapter Text

Jimin was not expecting this.


He was not expecting to find himself sitting in a tiny office in an even tinier chair with mountains and mountains of papers surrounding him. He was not expecting to be drinking instant coffee and watching a rather broad-shouldered man searching through a mini-fridge for god knows what.


Jimin sipped his coffee and winced from the hot liquid that nearly scalded his tongue. He’d come to the taekwondo place right after he’d woken up, as he’d promised Taehyung (even though it was a fucking Saturday, Jesus Christ). What he did not promise anyone was to be looked up and down by the receptionist with a very disapproving look in his eye and be dragged by the wrist into this very office, where he sat now.


Alright, enough was enough. Jimin coughed softly. “Uh, excuse me?”


A distracted “ hmm?” floated up from the mini fridge.


“Er… what exactly are you doing?” Jimin nervously glanced at a digital clock on top of a stack of papers. “I came here to register for classes. For Taekwondo.” He added, just in case the receptionist forgot where he worked.      


There was a light snort. “Oh, is that really important right now?”


Jimin blinked. “I don’t. Think. I mean, I do think. It’s important?”




Jimin wondered if he had said anything to particularly offend this odd receptionist, when suddenly- “AHA!”


Jumping out of his seat, Jimin stared, wide-eyed, at a man with ice peppering his black hair, holding a plastic container and chopsticks. The man walked over to Jimin and sat down in the chair next to him.


“Here you go,” the man offered both the plastic Tupperware and chopsticks to Jimin.


At this point, Jimin was beyond utterly baffled. He accepted the container without even bothering to ask about its contents.


“Ah, thank you….”




“Oh. Thank you, Seokjin-ssi.” Jimin stared at the container, wondering what to do with it.


“Aren’t you going to…?”


“Going to what?”


“Eat it?”


Mortified, Jimin turned to face Seokjin. “Eat the plastic container?


“God, no.” Rolling his eyes, Seokjin opened up the container for him. Inside of it were bacon, fried eggs, hash browns, and half a waffle. There were even small cups of butter and syrup peeking out from behind the food.


Jimin’s jaw nearly dropped. Firstly, because Seokjin defied the laws of physics and managed to stuff an entire fucking breakfast in this medium sized plastic Tupperware container. Secondly, how the hell did he know that Jimin didn’t eat breakfast this morning?


Tearing his gaze away from the food, Jimin stared at Seokjin in awe. “This… looks amazing, Seokjin-ssi. Um, how did you know that I didn’t eat breakfast yet?”


Seokjin waved his hand in Jimin’s direction, trying to make it seem as if it wasn’t a huge deal (though, if Jimin did say so himself, he did look very pleased). “Nonsense, it’s leftovers from my breakfast today. I just had some extra, so I stored it in the fridge and-” He stopped and glared at the food in Jimin’s hands.


Jimin looked at him in surprise. “Something wrong?”


“I… didn’t HEAT IT!” Seokjin grabbed the container and dumped the contents onto a paper plate, shoving it into a microwave that Jimin frankly didn’t even notice was there from hiding under all of the papers and files.


Seokjin faced Jimin again, a smile tugging at his lips. “You wouldn’t care that your food is a little toxic from microwaving a paper plate, would you?”


Jimin laughed breezily. “Of course not! Seokjin-ssi, I’m a college student; it’s prime time to shove toxic shit into your body.”




“I’m sorry?”


“Call me Jin, instead of Seokjin.”


“Oh, okay. Jin-ssi.”




“Huh? Oh wait,” Jimin snapped his fingers. “You want me to call you Jin hyung.”


Exasperated, Seokjin buried his face into his hands. “Just call me hyung.”


“But we just met?”


“But I’m making you breakfast?” Seokjin grumbled as the microwave went off. “It’s totally fine…. uh….”




It was priceless to see Seokjin’s horrified face at not even knowing what Jimin’s name was.


“Yes. Jimin. I knew that. Jimin. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.”


“Please stop saying my name,” Jimin muttered.


“Yes. I’m sorry, Jimin. Here you go, Jimin.” Seokjin handed him the paper plate, now piping hot and full of breakfast foods. “Dig in.”


And he sure as hell did. It was fucking delicious, even if it was microwaved ten seconds ago. Jimin mentally filed away the information that Seokjin was an excellent cook. While he was stuffing his face with bacon, Seokjin relaxed back onto the chair next to him. “Say, weren’t you asking me something before?”


“Huh?” Jimin mumbled, face dripping with syrup and powdered sugar. “Oh.” He wiped his mouth roughly. “How’d you know that I didn’t eat breakfast?”


Nodding, Seokjin picked up Jimin’s unfinished coffee, taking a sip and scrunching his nose at the taste. “You had that look in your eye. That cold, dead look in your eye when you haven’t had good breakfast yet. I see it in the instructors’ eyes all the time. They never eat their breakfast, and that’s why they’re so dead all the time! In fact,” Gesturing wildly, Seokjin pointed to Jimin’s plate. “I was saving my breakfast leftovers for them because they eat nothing but 10 cent ramen and energy drinks!”


Jimin wondered if he was eating breakfast that was supposed to have belonged to some beat-up, ratty, college hobo that also taught Taekwondo. “Uh, sorry hyung.”


“No, don’t be. They can go and fuck themselves.” Wearily, Seokjin leaned his head in his right hand.


Jimin choked and thumped his chest several times before he coughed up his hash browns.


“Jimin, are you alright?” Seokjin asked concernedly, raising his eyebrows.


“Yes, I’m fine. You just…” Jimin coughed once more. “You told the teachers, the um, instructors, to fuck themselves. I was a little taken aback.”


Seokjin shrugged. “They come in here to teach and steal food and eat and talk and teach some more. They’re brats.” Though his words were harsh, Jimin noted that Seokjin’s teasing tone was tinted with fondness.


“But anyways, you said you go to college, right? Which college?”


As Jimin told him, Seokjin’s eyes widened comically. “That’s where the instructors attend, too!”


“The same instructors with cold, dead looks in their eyes?”


“Yes, well, one of them is especially dead. Perhaps you know them?”


Jimin ran his fingers through his hair, unsure how to answer his question without seeming like an antisocial prick. “It’s a big campus, and I just have a close-knit group of friends that I hang out with. And I’m sure they’re all older than me, I’m a sophomore after all.”


When Seokjin’s (very broad) shoulders started to droop, Jimin started to panic. “But, um, I’m sure I’ve heard of one of them!”


Brightening up considerably, Seokjin scooted in closer to Jimin. “Okay, well, there’s three of them. Jung Hoseok.”


Jimin gasped theatrically. “What? Hobi-hyung?”


Grinning, Seokjin said, “I’m sure you’re more than well acquainted with him, judging by your reaction. Yes, Hoseok. And then we have Kim Namjoon. And finally...”


Jimin’s smile faltered. Fuck. He knew where this was going, but he was hoping that Seokjin wouldn’t say the name. He knew he would, but fuck, if he said-


“Min Yoongi.”


There it was. Min fucking Yoongi followed Jimin to the Taekwondo place that he was signing up for to literally protect himself against Yoongi. “ Well technically, he was here first,” his mind taunted, and Jimin told it to shut up.


“Hey?” Seokjin asked expectantly. “Do you know some of them?”


Jimin swallowed. “Y-Yeah. I actually know all of them.” Sadly.


“Great!” Beaming, Seokjin grabbed a stack of paperwork behind of him. “That’s all you’ll need to complete to take classes here. Mondays through Thursdays are poomsae, kicking, and reviewing blocks and kicks days, and Fridays are sparring. We open from 3PM-7PM, and classes are one hour long. As you can probably calculate, that’s four classes open each day. Not open on the weekends.”


Jimin didn’t even know what a poomsae was, but he wasn’t about to argue with Seokjin. “Uh, I’m only free on Mondays. And Fridays.”


Seokjin smiled. “Come in whenever you feel like it. We don’t take attendance to see whether you showed up for a specific class. Schedules change, we get it. Just complete the paperwork to register, and you’re all done.”


Jimin squinted at a contract. “Says that you’re not responsible for my injuries or death.”


“Nope!” Seokjin grinned. “Can’t sue us.”


“Alright.” Jimin shrugged and looked at the rest of the papers. “Is there a trial that I could pay for…?”


“Oh yes, of course,” Seokjin rushed. “$99 for 3 months, including your uniform and belt, all that jazz.”




“Take it or leave it. I suppose you can pay the full price too, which I’ve heard contains the wails of the damned.”


It dawned on Jimin that Seokjin fucking knew how to run a business. He could cook, have wide shoulders, and manage a Taekwondo place?


Jimin had to fight a grin. “Seokjin, you beautiful bastard.”


“Aren’t I?” Seokjin glanced over at Jimin loftily.


“Yes, you are.” With that, Jimin signed the last page with a flourish and presented the pile of papers to Seokjin.


Briefly looking through the papers, Seokjin stood up and walked out of the office. “Follow me, Chim Chim.”


Chim Chim? Jimin’s head was swarmed with amazement. He stood up and followed Seokjin out the door.


“Do you accept checks?” Jimin asked nervously.


Seokjin nodded his head. “Yes, yes, we do.”


“Great.” Jimin had brought his checkbook with him, thank fuck, and he wrote out a check for $99 to Taekwondo Supreme.


“Thanks!” Seokjin looked at it, then looked at Jimin. “You’re all set! I’m assuming I’ll see you next Monday for class?”




“Okay! See you then!”


“Bye...” Jimin picked up his bag and was nearly out the door when he realized something strange.


“Hey, hyung?”




“You said you didn’t open on weekends, but I’m here, and it’s a Saturday, so…?”


“Oh,” Seokjin looked up from the front desk. “We don’t open for class, but we’re open on Saturdays in the morning for registration.”


“Right. Got it.” Jimin looked away, feeling awkward. “Well, then, bye hyung. See you Monday.”


“Bye, Chim Chim!” Seokjin’s cheerful voice rang out as Jimin stepped outside. Breathing a deep breath, Jimin turned on his phone to text Taehyung.



I registered for classes


oh shiet

how’d it go     


Jimin thought about Seokjin’s sly smile when he presented the paperwork, and the way that he subtly not so subtly enticed Jimin with free food. That’s not to say Seokjin was a hustler, but Jimin admired that he knew exactly what the hell he was doing.



I might’ve made a deal with the devil

but the devil was kind

and gave me free breakfast



tell me everythig wheb u get bavk


your spelling is atrocious


fuvk u



see you soon




Sighing, Jimin tucked away his phone into his pocket.


What the hell did he get himself into?

Chapter Text

“Wake up, bitch!”


Jimin wearily opened his eyes to Taehyung repeatedly slamming a pillow on Jimin’s pounding head. He groaned, lifting his arms up as an attempt to block the next strike while simultaneously clambering out of bed to check the time on his phone.


8:26 AM. Un- fucking -believable.




“Jungkook’s here, by the way.”


“DES- what?” Jimin frowned, and he slowly lowered his phone that he was definitely not planning to chuck at Taehyung. “How? Why? When? Where?”


Taehyung, grinning like a shark, gestured to the door behind him. “Well, that’s where he is. How? I imagine he walked to our building, that’s how. When? Just right now. Why?” Still grinning, Taehyung opened the door. “Let’s find out, shall we?”


Jimin glanced over at the door frame where Jungkook was standing, wide-eyed and mouth agape.


“Hi, hyung?” said Jungkook, sounding unsure of himself. “How are you?”


“Bad,” Jimin retorted at the exact time that Taehyung gleefully yelled, “Fantastic!!”


Oh, enough of this bullshit. “Why’d you wake me up so early, Tae?” Jimin grumbled, standing up. He sighed. Might as well get dressed, since everyone was wide awake.


“We have a visitor, and the hosts need to greet them properly.”


“Jungkook isn’t a visitor; he practically lives here. He can come and leave literally any time he wants without disturbing me.” Jimin attempted a glare at Taehyung, who only gave a small snort in reply. “And don’t say- Jungkook, relax, I’m not gonna bite. I’m just cranky.” Jimin pulled a cropped black hoodie over his head, trying not to laugh at Jungkook’s stiff posture. “And don’t say ‘hosts’, that makes it sound like we’re dead, like we’re ghosts or shit possessing a human body. Though, I suppose we’re basically dead though; thanks, college.”


“Damn straight,” muttered Taehyung.


“Like hell you are,” Jimin huffed, squeezing his legs into a pair of skinny dark wash jeans. “You’re as straight as a piece of overcooked spaghetti.”


“Very ironic, coming from you,” Taehyung snarled, turning to face Jungkook. “Kookie, how gay do you think you are?”


“Erm, bi. Bi gay. Bi Gay? Like a decent amount of gay?” Jungkook stammered.


“Well, I’m a gay motherfucker,” Taehyung loudly declared, hooking an arm around Jungkook. “The gayest of ‘em all.”


Jimin stared at Taehyung, absolutely bewildered. “You guys… never discussed your sexualities? Y’all are dating, and you never bothered to...?”


Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Well, we never discussed our level of gayness.”


Beside Taehyung, Jungkook visibly stiffened and shifted his position. “Jimin hyung, we’re not dating.”


Jimin laughed loudly, only to trail off because no one else in the room was laughing with him. “You’re, you’re not? Tae?” Jimin glanced at Taehyung, who looked more amused than uncomfortable. “But you guys were all over each other the first time you met! Jungkook, we literally had a discussion about Tae-”


What, hyung? What did we discuss?” Jungkook’s tone had become dangerously calm.


“I’m sorry, am I missing something? I was discussed?” asked a very confused Taehyung.


Jimin gulped. “Not the point, Tae. Um, the point is, Jungkook, you’re not dating Tae? You’re actually not dating each other? You’re not just in denial and being emotionally constipated like you always are?”


“Hey!” complained Jungkook. “I am not emotionally constipated. But to answer your very repetitive set of questions, Jimin hyung, we are not dating. You are correct. And yes, I did think Tae was very pretty when we first met,” Jungkook nervously looked at Taehyung, “but when I got to know him more, I think it was better that we ended up as friends.”


“And,” Taehyung jumped in, “I actually did tell Kookie that he was hot. Because, he is. But after we confessed, we tried making out, and it did not turn out the way I thought it would.”


“TAE! You said we wouldn’t tell that to anyone!” Jungkook scowled and punched Taehyung (rather violently, in Jimin’s humble opinion).


Jimin couldn’t believe his ears. “So you confessed, and it didn’t work out?”


“Yep!” Taehyung replied cheerily, popping the “p”.   


“Why…” Jimin struggled to find the right words. “Why did it not turn out the way you thought it would?”


Taehyung pursed his lips, mulling the question over. “Well, when you kiss, don’t fireworks go off? Don’t butterflies fly around in your stomach? Don’t you feel right? When Kookie and I kissed,” Taehyung made a face. “It felt like spit and lips.”


Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Tae!”


Shrugging, Taehyung turned to Jungkook. “It’s true, isn’t it?”


Jungkook nodded mutely.


“But you can’t, you can’t just judge a relationship based on the first kiss. That’s not how it works!” Jimin was just so confused. His best friends were perfect together, weren’t they? They liked each other… didn’t they?


Sighing an exasperated sigh, Taehyung dropped down on the bed next to him. “Jiminie, sweetie, it wasn’t just the kiss. Sometimes you just know . You just know. The kiss confirmed it, but the way that we act together, it’s just best friendliness. We’re not meant to be lovers.”


“Best friends can be lovers.” Jimin pouted.


“Not these best friends!” Taehyung announced, standing up and walking to Jungkook to hook his arm around him once more. “Jimin, I am done talking about this.” Taehyung’s smile became tight. “Accept it or don’t.”


“Chill, Tae,” Jimin put his hands up in front of him. “Of course I accept it. We’re just going to be some single gays that are best friends. I’m cool with that.”


“Good.” Taehyung released Jungkook from his hold, who looked very thankful. “Now get up. We’re going to breakfast. Together. That is why you woke up at 8:30. Because there’s a popular breakfast place, and I didn’t reserve a table.”


“I’m going, I’m going,” Jimin huffed, grabbing for his keys and wallet. “Are we walking?”




Jungkook smiled. “It’s good exercise.”


“Exercise, my ass” Taehyung muttered.


They left the dorm rooms and started walking to the breakfast place, which was about ten minutes away. While they walked, Jimin remained silent as Jungkook and Taehyung blabbered nonstop about Overwatch and other games that Jimin didn’t care to know about. What still bothered Jimin was how calmly Taehyung and Jungkook acted about the whole… situation. If two people had good chemistry and found each other reasonably attractive, shouldn’t that be enough? Enough to… be interested in each other? Jimin shook his head, bemused about the thought. What did Taehyung mean about simply knowing? Know what?


“Chim! Be careful!” A hand grabbed Jimin’s elbow and hauled him back onto the curb, right before he was about to get run over by a loud, purple car.


“Ah, thanks, Kookie.” Jimin looked at Jungkook, who grunted and let go of his arm. “Are we there?”


“Indeed, we are.” Taehyung gestured to a beige building right next to them. “After you.”


When they headed inside, Taehyung bounded over to the bored-looking hostess. “Hi! Table for six? Jung Hoseok?”


The hostess nodded and started walking away into the restaurant. Taehyung smiled. “Come on, let’s go follow her.”


Jimin narrowed his eyes as he caught up with Taehyung and the hostess. “You said you didn’t make a reservation.”


“I didn’t . Did you not hear the name under the reservation? Jung Hoseok. Hobie hyung made it.” Taehyung gave a smug smile. “We’re eating with them.”


Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Who’s them?”


“Them,” Taehyung pointed his chin at a particularly rowdy table. “You know who they are.”


Of course. Jimin warily eyed the booth as they approached closer and closer to it. When they finally reached it, the hostess said in a monotone voice, “Your server will be right with you,” and left.


“Tae! Kookie! Chim Chim! Glad you could make it!” Hoseok smiled so bright it actually hurt Jimin’s eyes. “Sit down! You might have to squeeze in, but it’s okay, we’re all comfortable with each other anyways.”


The booth was a semicircle with red lining and black cushions. From left to right, it was Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok. There was space for about two next to Hoseok, which Jungkook and Taehyung immediately sat down in, which left the seat next to Yoongi… for Jimin. Suppressing a sigh, Jimin carefully sat down as far away from Yoongi as possible.


“Scoot in closer; there’s space.” a rough voice jolted Jimin out of his self-pitying, and he turned to face Yoongi. Wordlessly, Jimin scooted closer. Just the tiniest bit. Yoongi made a dissatisfied noise but didn’t say anything else. Jimin’s heart thumped loudly against his chest, his head pounding and palms damp with sweat.



All Jimin could think about was the fact that Yoongi, the most terrifying person Jimin had ever met, was next to him and that Jimin probably smelled like sweat and his hair was messy and he needed something to do right now or he might actually go insane. Noting that everyone was grabbing a menu, Jimin went ahead to do the same, grateful for a distraction. He flicked through the pages, wondering if there was anything he liked. Jimin looked up, about to ask someone for recommendations when he noticed Yoongi didn’t have a menu.


“Why don’t you have a menu?” he asked.


Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Look around you, kid. They only gave us three menus, and everyone is sharing one with someone else except you.”


Jimin’s mouth twisted as he saw Taehyung and Jungkook huddled over a menu, along with Namjoon and Hoseok with another. “Oh. Sorry.” He handed over his menu to Yoongi.


“Jimin, you’re gonna have to scoot in closer if you want to be able to read anything.”


“Okay, sorry,” Jimin said softly, and he quickly moved closer to Yoongi to grab the right side of the menu, while Yoongi grabbed the left. It felt oddly intimate to be this close to someone who wasn’t his best friend or family member, especially considering the fact that it was Min Yoongi. Still, the warmth of another person comforted him. They sat in silence for a minute or two, looking at the options. Jimin couldn’t concentrate on picking something, not when there was an occasional arm brushing against his to turn the page or a soft hum next to his ear.


Still, Yoongi hadn’t brought up their first meeting. In fact, he seemed to be minding Jimin with courtesy and respect. There were no angry expressions, no cursing, and no biting remarks. Nothing about the situation was as intimidating as Jimin thought it would be. Jimin bit his lip; what had he been afraid of all this time? This wasn’t all so horrible, was it?


Mustering about the courage, Jimin opened his mouth to ask if Yoongi had eaten here before when Yoongi muttered under his breath, “Fuckin’ avocados.”


Jimin was stunned, then burst out laughing, covering his mouth while he did so. Yoongi stared at him, most likely thinking he was insane but Jimin didn’t care because “fuckin’ avocados”.


“What’s so funny?” Yoongi asked, deadpan.


“You just said ‘fuckin’ avocados.’” Jimin giggled.


“They’re overrated,” Yoongi snorted and went back to looking at the menu.


Jimin, using up the last of his giggles, grinned. “Have you eaten here before?”




“What do you reccomend? I can’t decide, and I don’t like avocado either,” Jimin smiled, still not believing he was having a conversation with Yoongi.


“Crepes. Crepes are good. You look like a strawberry crepe person.” Yoongi finally looked up, a small smile gracing his lips.


“Alright, that’s what I’ll get.” An awkward silence followed after, and Jimin opened his mouth to say something, say anything when he was (very rudely, how dare she) interrupted by the waitress.


“How are you guys doing? My name’s Brenda, and I’ll be your waitress for this morning. Can I start you guys off with some drinks?” A blonde middle-aged woman stood at their table, notepad in hand.


“Yes, thanks, and we’re ready to order our food as well,” Namjoon spoke. “Water for the whole table, unless anyone wants anything different?” No response. “Yeah, water, and I’ll take two avocado toasts for him and me,” Namjoon gestured to Hoseok.


“Posh bastard,” Yoongi muttered, and Jimin had to physically pinch himself from laughing out loud.    


Namjoon glared at Yoongi, apparently having heard what he said. “The rest of the table will order for themselves.” He handed the menu to the waitress, who took it and faced Taehyung and Jungkook.


“Hi, so I want the waffle and bacon combo, and this kid here,” Taehyung poked Jungkook, “is gonna take the eggs benedict.” Taehyung gave the menu to the waitress as well, who turned to face Yoongi and Jimin.


Oh fuck. Jimin didn’t even know who was going to say their orders, but then again, he didn’t even know what Yoongi wanted. Jimin anxiously looked at Yoongi and was surprised to find him already ordering.


“I’ll take the chocolate crepe, and he’ll take the strawberry crepe, thanks.” Yoongi gave the menu to the waitress, who nodded and wrote down all of their orders.


“Two avocado toasts, one waffle and bacon combo, one eggs benedict, and two crepes: one strawberry and one chocolate. Water for the whole table.” The waitress, Brenda, looked up and nodded. “Your food will be with you shortly; let me know if you need anything else.” She spun around on her heels and promptly left.


The conversation at the table gradually picked up, talking about workloads and homework and classes. Jimin was not in the mood for talking about college, but he didn’t know what else to do. He faced Yoongi only to find Yoongi already looking right back at him. Nothing clever to say came to mind, other than- “You don’t seem like a chocolate crepe person.”


Yoongi barked out a laugh. “Really? What kind of person do I look like?”


Without even thinking, Jimin spat out, “The type of person who doesn’t apologize for being rude when they first meet someone.”


Shit, Jimin wanted to shrivel up and crawl into a hole and die. Why the hell did he bring that up? They were having a civil conversation before, and he just had to go and ruin it with an accusation (albeit, a true one). Jimin nervously fiddled with the hem of his hoodie, then straightened his back. No. He had to bring it up at one point, and now was his chance, because he didn’t know if he would be able to talk to Yoongi about this again, and he was not about to waste this opportunity. Jimin was done being afraid.  


Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock, but it immediately flattened out to a neutral expression, though Jimin could still see the unease in his face. “Are you still hung up about that?”


Hung up?


“Yes, I’m still hung up about that,” Jimin sighed.


“I was only teasing-”


“It’s not just teasing anymore when you feel like you want to cry everytime you think about it.” Jimin gasped, not believing that he actually fucking said that.


Yoongi, on the other hand, looked concerned. “You wanted to… cry? Oh, fucking shit, I’m sorry, Jimin, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you would take it that way. Wait, I’m not saying you’re overly sensitive or anything like that. ‘Cause you’re not. Fuck. I’m not good at apologies, I should stop cursing, shouldn’t I? Fuck. Oh shit .”


Jimin bit back a smile at Yoongi’s fumbling. “I’m fine with cursing.”


“But not while apologizing!” Yoongi sighed, giving up on trying not to curse. “I’m sorry, Jimin. I just thought I was teasing and poking fun at you and that the jokes weren’t that serious. ‘M sorry that I made you feel that way. It was just a crap first day for me, and one of my professors was a fucking prick Is. Is a prick. But, erm, I think it’s better if we start over as friends, yeah? A clean slate?”


Jimin felt unsure about agreeing to be friends so suddenly. Only yesterday was he dreading the thought of meeting Yoongi at Taekwondo. “I don’t know…”


“Hey, look. We’re gonna be seeing a lot more of each other, because Hobie completely adores your friends. And,” a sly smirk appeared on Yoongi’s face. “I’ve heard that you joined taekwondo?”


“Ah, right.” Jimin could feel himself blushing, and he willed it to go down. “I did, didn’t I?”


“You did.” Yoongi nodded.


“I’m aware, I know that,” Jimin could feel a surge of annoyance creeping up. “I just didn’t think you would find out so quickly.”


“Jin hyung texted me that another person who goes to the same college as me, named Park Jimin , joined. You’re familiar with Seokjin hyung, right?”


“I am. He fed me breakfast, too.”


“Those were my leftovers,” Yoongi pouted. Jimin looked away, not because it was cute, absolutely not. Yoongi, the not-so-big, not-so-bad, wolf was not endearing.


Instead, Jimin opted to tease Yoongi. “Well, they tasted good.”


“Damn right they did. Seokjin’s cooking is to die for. But seriously,” Yoongi’s voice lowered. “If we can’t be friends, let's be acquaintances at least? And you still haven’t accepted my apology, Jimin.” Yoongi huffed.


This time, Jimin couldn’t contain his smile. “I accept it, Yoongi-ssi. And I’m totally fine with being acquaintances.”


“Call me hyung.”


‘Yoongi hyung…” Jimin said slowly, trying it out. Huh. It didn’t feel strange or foreign, it felt right.


“Good.” Yoongi nodded roughly. “Tae’s trying to catch your attention. You should talk to him.”


“Right.” With that, their conversation ended for the rest of the breakfast. Although, there was one moment where Jimin bit into the strawberry crepe for the first time and found Yoongi watching him carefully.


“I think I am a strawberry crepe person,” Jimin smiled.


“You’ve got powdered sugar on your nose,” Yoongi replied gruffly.


And that had been that.  


Afterwards, they left the restaurant (Namjoon had insisted on paying the bill) and headed towards the campus together. While they walked, Yoongi chatting with Namjoon and Hoseok yelling obnoxiously with Taehyung and Jungkook, Jimin smiled to himself. He recounted his conversations with Yoongi, their shared hatred of avocado, the way Yoongi had grinned when Jimin had launched a napkin at Hoseok’s face and missed.


How about that.


Min Yoongi wasn’t so bad after all.