Chapter 1: good boys ain't no fun

...“It’s cold” Jimin grimaces as he takes a sip of his coffee from a chipped mug with a fading basketball team logo he can’t make out on the front....

...“I look like a barista to you? Shut up and and drink it” Yoongi says, sitting down beside him, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips....

...“Well, thank you anyway” he smiles and Yoongi just looks at him before flicking the sparkwheel on his lighter. Jimin sits there, good posture, hands in his lap as Yoongi slouches in his seat, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air. Jimin coughs when the smoke hits him, fiddling with the ends of the sleeves of his plaid long sleeved shirt....

...“Okay then let's get on with it” Yoongi insists, shuffling his chair closer. His t-shirt is riddled with holes and his black skinny jeans are ripped at the knees with bulky boots on his feet. Jimin realises he needs to stop staring and opens up the textbook....

...“Right, why don’t we look at this theory first, um” Jimin suggests, getting distracted by Yoongi’s knee pressing into his thigh. Yoongi simply nods as Jimin explains things to him, occasionally humming or looking up at him, Jimin getting a little flustered every time he does....

...“And I have to mention all of this in my exam answers?” he asks, Jimin nods and he lets out a large exhale....

...“You’ll get the hang of it” he promises but Yoongi isn’t so sure. He grabs some pieces of scrap paper that is laying around on the table to start making notes and Jimin instead gives him a notebook he had brought with him. Yoongi spins his pen around his fingers, they’re long and slender, dressed with silver rings and despite not having an overly muscular physique his hands are veiny. For just a second Jimin's mind falls into the gutter and he thinks about what it would be like to have Yoongi’s fingers inside him....

...“You alright nerd?” Yoongi snaps him out of it and he nods, “I need to take a leak I’ll be back in a second” he announces and leaves down the hall. Jimin takes a deep breath and to take his mind off of his impure thoughts he scans the textbook to decide what they will look at next. Yoongi has three housemates, none of which were supposed to be there but one emerges from the kitchen....

...“Oh hey, it’s you from the gym” Jimin says as he realises he recognises him....

...“It is indeed. I’m Jungkook by the way” he smiles as he stirs his instant ramen....

...“I’m Jimin” he introduces himself and Jungkook nods with a mouthful of noodles....

...“Not to sound rude but how the hell did you end up here?” he laughs and Jimin is kind of asking himself the same thing....

...“Yoongi asked me to tutor him” he explains....

...“Did he now?” he chuckles and sits down....

...“We have a big exam coming up so” he says, flicking through his notes from class....

...“We’re throwing a party tomorrow, you should stop by” Jungkook proposes, Jimin is hesitant but thinks it might be fun and agrees....

...“You’re back?” Yoongi mumbles as he returns from the bathroom and takes his seat again. Jungkook realises he is being a bit of a third wheel considering that he doesn’t even take sociology so he heads upstairs to his room....

...“We should look at the key words” Jimin suggests and Yoongi agrees, running his hand through his mint green hair, leaving it messy and urging Jimin to reach out and fix it but he keeps his hands to himself. After another hour Yoongi kicks Jimin out because he has to go to practice. He goes home, studies for a while before deciding he is too tired to do anymore and goes to sleep....

...The next day Jimin hangs around his favourite coffee shop and finishes a book, then he goes back to his dorm room to choose what to wear. He groans at his wardrobe, not finding anything he wants or thinks is good enough for the party. Eventually he chooses a white shirt and blue jeans, not having enough time to mess around with contacts he keeps his black thick rimmed glasses on and walks to Yoongi’s house off-campus. Music blares out of the house, so loud that Jimin hears it before he sees it. Pushing through the crowd to get to the front door he goes inside, most of the students in attendance are already beyond drunk, stumbling over each other, dancing and making out. He goes into the kitchen and pours himself a drink, not quite sure what it is but as long as there is some percentage of alcohol in it he doesn’t mind, he is going to need it to get through this night. Going back into the living room he spots a familiar face and walks over....

...“Hoseok! Hey!” he smiles. Hoseok works at the coffee shop that he likes to spend time at and is another one of Yoongi's housemates....

...“What are you doing here?” he asks with a laugh....

...“What? I like parties” he says, resting his back against the wall....

...“Yeah sure” he scoffs and sips his beer. Jimin’s eyes find Yoongi in the crowd, his hands on a girl’s hips as they dance together....

...“Jungkook invited me, he goes to my gym” he explains, unable to hide the unrelated bitterness in his voice and Hoseok raises his eyebrows with a sarcastic ‘oh’....

...“So it has nothing to do with Yoongi?” he asks suspiciously, following Jimin’s gaze to Yoongi who is being grinded on by a blonde....

...“No! Of course not” Jimin insists, a little too enthusiastically....

...“Then why are you watching him dance with that girl?” he provokes him....

...“I’m not” he argues, finally looking away....

...“It’s so clear that you guys have” Hoseok starts....

...“Have what?”...

...“What do you call it?” he asks and Jimin shrugs, “sexual tension!” he blurts out as the light bulb clicks on in his brain....

...“We do not have sexual tension, that is ridiculous” he gasps, whispering sexual as if it is a curse word....

...“You do” he argues....

...“Do not” he fires back, drinking from his cup....

...“He wants to get in your pants” Hoseok chuckles and Jimin almost does a spit take....

...“He does not! We’re friends, not even really friends if I’m honest. We only share the same class” Jimin rambles on....

...“Not really friends? Not only are the two of you study buddies but I’ve seen you at his basketball games” he says and Jimin shakes his head....

...“I go to support the school and I tutored him like once” he clarifies, looking on longingly at Yoongi without being able to help it....

...“Study buddies become **** buddies” he comments and Jimin’s face goes bright red....

...“Would you-” he shouts and Hoseok hits his arm, nodding for Jimin to look behind him. He spins around to see Yoongi stood there, his signature provocative smirk plastered on his face....

...“Do you wanna dance?” Yoongi asks him....

...“Yes he does” Hoseok answers for him, taking his drink from him and pushing him forward a step. When Jimin nods Yoongi grips his wrist and pulls him into the crowd of people dancing....

...“I didn’t expect to see you here” Yoongi says as the song changes and the atmosphere switches to a more suggestive one....

...“Why does everyone think I’m so out of place here?” Jimin exclaims....

...“It just doesn’t seem like you” he says, his hand ghosting over Jimin’s side....

...“Oh yeah? And what do you know about me?” he ridicules him. Yoongi spins him around, pressing his chest against Jimin’s back. Jimin’s hands are by his side and Yoongi runs his left hand down his leg, intertwining their fingers when he reaches Jimin’s hand. Yoongi’s hand is bigger than Jimin’s, completely encasing it....

...“I know that you get flustered around me” he purrs into Jimin’s ear as their hips move to the beat of the song....

...“That is not true” he asserts....

...“You don’t think about me?” he whispers, the hairs on the back of Jimin’s neck standing up....

...“No” he says....

...“You don’t like me?” he teases, running the tip of his nose up Jimin’s neck....

...“No” he repeats, his voice shaking slightly....

...“Are you going to let go of my hand then?” he asks and Jimin looks down, realising that their fingers are still laced together in a tight grip....

...“I’m going to get a drink” he huffs, pushing out of Yoongi’s hold....

...“See you around” he says with a sly smile and Jimin darts towards the kitchen again. He pours vodka into a shot glass and pours it down his throat, sneering at the prickling tingle he feels as it goes down. Consuming more alcohol is not a good idea, he has always been a lightweight, a drink or two when nursed properly is fine, takes the edge off of a stressful day but shots and quick drinking takes him over the edge. After his second shot he feels someone smack him on the back and he turns to find Jungkook....

...“Hey Jimin! Having a good time?” he asks and Jimin shrugs “are there people you know here?”...

...“Hoseok works at the cafe I sit in and obviously Yoongi but that's it” he mumbles, staggering backwards slightly....

...“Well good luck with Yoongi but Hoseok is always nice to talk to” he says and goes to walk away when Jimin pulls him back by his elbow....

...“How do you mean?” he questions, his mind too blurry to come to any kind of conclusion on his own....

...“These parties usually end with Yoongi either taking somebody upstairs or asleep in the yard so I’ll be surprised if he makes time for you” he elaborates and then leaves. Jimin looks through the doorway to see Yoongi dancing with another girl, different from before and takes yet another shot. Five or more songs play before Jimin decides it’s time for him to leave, taking his red solo cup of beer with him....

...“Leaving so soon?” Yoongi nudges him before he gets to the door....

...“Funnily enough I don’t think anyone will notice” he comments, tottering forward towards him, putting his hand on Yoongi’s chest to re-balance. They lock eyes as Jimin’s hand slips down, pulling away when he feels his ****** through his t-shirt. Yoongi doesn’t break his gaze, his eyes boring into Jimin’s as he leans in close to his face....

...“I want to **** you” Yoongi whispers, his breath hot and smelling like a mixture of all kinds of alcohol. Jimin’s eyes drift from his, down to his lips, slightly parted and rosy pink. He licks his own lips and nods softly. Yoongi extends his hand out and Jimin lazily clings onto his fingers as he leads him up the stairs. Jimin doesn’t even place his drink down, just drops it onto the floor for it to spill across the wood. They travel down the hallway, passing what Jimin assumes are Yoongi’s housemates rooms until they come to a stop, Jimin bumping into Yoongi lightly. He pushes the door open, as Jimin steps inside he studies his surroundings. Yoongi’s room isn’t very personal, no family photos or anything like that, just a few basketball posters and a calendar. His train of thought is stopped by Yoongi’s hand at his waist, pulling him closer....

...Maybe it is the alcohol messing with his mind but Jimin thinks Yoongi seems nervous, but that can’t be right, can it? He is so calm, collected and always in control but he seems to be wary....

...It is definitely the alcohol this time as Jimin doesn’t feel like waiting for Yoongi to catch up, taking charge and pressing their lips together, instantly trying to get his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi groans as Jimin sucks at his bottom lip and they stumble backwards towards the bed. Yoongi pushes Jimin down onto it, hovering above him as their tongues fight for dominance. The silver stud in Yoongi’s mouth presses into Jimin’s tongue, as they kiss Jimin flicks it and plays with it, finally knowing what it feels like....

...“I don’t do this like ever but” Jimin starts as Yoongi unbuttons his white shirt....

...“But what, baby?” he asks and Jimin’s heart flutters at the way he calls him baby....

...“But I want you” he pants....

...“That’s good because I really” Yoongi says and places a open kiss on his neck, “really want you”...

...“I don't want you to think I'm like everyone else, I don’t have sex with people at parties” he points out, yanking Yoongi’s t-shirt off of him....

...“I’m honoured to be your first” he whispers and Jimin strokes through his rough pale green hair, something he has wanted to do since he first saw it....

...“Are you clean?” he asks as Yoongi runs his tongue up his neck, the metal gliding along his skin and it feels just as good as he imagined it would....

...“Yes of course” he answers....

...“Sorry, I just have to ask y’know” he mumbles and Yoongi understands, his overactive sex life isn’t exactly a secret on campus....

...“Hold on, be right back” he says and runs out of the room. Jimin takes off his shirt, already unbuttoned by Yoongi, gets rid of his trousers and boxers, feeling completely exposed. ***** on Yoongi’s bed, he can’t believe it. He takes his glasses off and puts his them on the bedside table. To be ready for when Yoongi comes back he sits on the edge of the bed then moves to kneel on it instead, thinking that is a more attractive pose with his **** hanging between his legs. He ruffles his hair up then decides against it and fixes it....

...“You look fine, he wants you, you look fine” he gives himself a short pep talk, gulping as the door handle moves. As Yoongi comes in he drops his bottle of lube onto the floor, completely struck with shock, a faint ‘woah’ falling out of his mouth....

...“What nerd has a body like that?” he utters bluntly, shutting the door behind him....

...“Hey!” Jimin exclaims and Yoongi picks up the bottle, walking over to him, kissing him....

...“Look at your cock, baby, so pretty and flushed” he admires softly and Jimin pulls him down on top of him, reaching to unzip his jeans. While Yoongi kicks them off Jimin shuffles further up the bed. Yoongi sets his eyes on him and Jimin squirms as he inches closer, spreading his legs which makes Yoongi smile. They slot together, exchanging messy kisses. When their erections bump in between them Jimin whimpers and Yoongi signals him to flip over. Jimin hears the bottle cap click open as Yoongi pours it onto his fingers, he slides his hand down Jimin’s *** before pressing the first finger in. Jimin gasps as he sucks in Yoongi’s finger, feeling the bumps of each knuckle and to top it off he feels Yoongi’s cold silver ring at the base of his finger, lightly teasing his entrance....

...“Oh my god” Jimin moans as Yoongi moves his finger around his hole. His second digit goes in a little too quick but it feels so good Jimin isn’t going to ask him to slow down. Yoongi doesn’t spend as long as he should preparing him, Jimin knows he will be sore in the morning but he doesn’t care at this exact moment. Yoongi reaches over, fumbling in his bedside drawer for a condom and finds one, ripping the packet open and rolling it down his erection. He adds some more lube to Jimin’s entrance and some to his **** before pushing into him....

...“Oh Yoongi” he moans as he fills him....

...“The way you say my name is so hot, do it again baby” Yoongi pleads as he thrusts into him and Jimin does exactly as he wishes, over and over, spurring him on....

...“Harder” he chokes, pushing back onto him....

...“You’re just as good as I thought you’d be” he whispers under his breath, so quiet that Jimin almost doesn’t hear and he is so drunk that it doesn’t really register that Yoongi has thought about being with him before today....

...“Touch me Yoongi” he begs, reaching back to try and grab his arm. With every ****** Jimin bites down harder on his lip, close to piercing the skin. Yoongi splays his hand across Jimin’s back, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Jimin’s cock practically throbbing when Yoongi takes it into his hand, trying to pump it in time with his thrusts. He takes Yoongi so well he is impressed and when his cock pulses in Yoongi’s hand it sends him overboard, making him *** inside the condom. Now he picks up speed, desperately jerking Jimin to help him *** before Yoongi crosses the line of oversensitivity....

...“Do it Jimin, cum” he orders, squeezing his *** tight and Jimin does as he wants. He moans lusciously as he spills onto Yoongi’s bedsheets, finally letting his lip escape his teeth, now red and tender. Yoongi winces as he pulls out, removing the condom, tying it and throwing it across the room into his rubbish bin, through one of those toy basketball hoops and landing the shot....

...“Now I see why they let you join the basketball team” Jimin mumbles with a small laugh and Yoongi tells him to shut up with a small smack on his thigh. Jimin yawns and rubs his eyes before falling to the mattress, luckily he narrowly avoids his own *** stain....

...Yoongi gets up and trudges over to a pile of clothes on the floor, putting a potentially clean pair of boxers on. When he turns around Jimin has actually gotten into the bedsheets and managed to ball himself up in them, stealing them all to the left side of the bed. With a sigh Yoongi lies on the right side, he’s too sweaty for bedsheets anyway he decides and falls asleep to the sound of Jimin snoring softly beside him....

...Jimin wakes up before Yoongi, which was to be expected considering the fact that Jimin gets to class a good ten minutes early while Yoongi is always a good ten minutes late. When he opens his eyes he is instantly hit with the world’s biggest headache that has the force of a train. His *** is also killing him. Despite racking his brain as much as he can he doesn’t remember a great deal that happened last night. He remembers arriving, maybe speaking to Hoseok or was that Jungkook? Either way the conversations didn’t seem to hold much significance. Next thing he remembers is going up the stairs with Yoongi, thankfully he remembers most of went on from there, recounting what Yoongi said in his husky voice and how it may just be the best sex he has ever had in his entire life. Okay, who is he trying to lie to, it most certainly was the greatest sex he has ever had....

...Although he isn’t sure how long it will take for Yoongi to wake naturally he comes to the conclusion that waking him up himself is probably not the right decision. He sits up straight and crosses his legs. With not much else to do he simply watches him sleep for a while, his faint breathing, the way his chest slowly rises and falls, how his eyelids flutter just a little and Jimin thinks he must be dreaming. Though his favourite thing is how Yoongi sleeps with his hand in his pants, it’s kinda cute Jimin thinks....

...“What are you looking at?” Yoongi mutters and Jimin messes with the material of the bedsheets. With a groan Yoongi sits up in bed, the light reflecting off of his skin and he rubs his eyes, then his temples, he must be experiencing the same godforsaken head pain Jimin is....

...“Headache?” he says and Yoongi nods. Jimin hesitates for a second before he leans over and tries to give him a kiss....

...“What are you doing?” he asks harshly and gets a pack of cigarettes off of his bedside table, taking one out and scanning the room for a lighter....

...“You shouldn’t smoke those” Jimin says and Yoongi dismisses him with a wave of his hand....

...“I haven’t been told that a million times” he comments, pulling on his black skinny jeans and walks straight out of the room. Jimin haphazardly throws on his jeans and shirt from the night before, not being able to locate his boxers. He is still buttoning his shirt as he clumsily dashes out to the hallway after Yoongi. On his way to the kitchen he passes Jungkook asleep on the floor, food scattered everywhere, the floorboards are sticky and the house has been turned completely on it’s head. He feels bad for whoever has to clean this mess up. When he reaches the kitchen Yoongi has given up his search for a lighter and is using the stove to light his cigarette....

...“Innovative” Jimin remarks and Yoongi flips him his middle finger. As Jimin sits down at their kitchen table his stomach rumbles and Yoongi rolls his eyes, flinging the cupboard open....

...“I make a mean bowl of cereal” he says, grabbing a random box off of the shelf, not even asking Jimin which one he would prefer. Jimin studies Yoongi’s thin frame while he searches the fridge for milk, wanting to kiss all over it as he stands there without his shirt on. After a long smoke of his cigarette he slides a bowl across to Jimin, it is a huge bowl of frosted flakes with the milk overflowing onto the table. He smiles and thanks him nonetheless, wondering if he will ever come to this house and be given something that doesn’t seem like it was made by a child....

...“Um, I need a spoon” he says and Yoongi throws one in his direction that fortunately he manages to catch. Then Yoongi fills a glass with water, knocking back a couple of paracetamol to soften the ringing in his head....

...“Jimin? What are you still doing here?” Hoseok asks as he sits down in the chair opposite him, opening up the daily newspaper, the tone of his voice slightly suggestive. Before he can answer Yoongi is already ahead of him....

...“He fell asleep on my floor and I was so shattered when I found him that I couldn’t be bothered to move him” he tells an elaborate tale and although Jimin understands why the average person might not want to admit to their little endeavour over breakfast Yoongi is not your average person and would brag to the cafeteria lady about his latest sexual conquest if he felt so inclined. Maybe it’s because Jimin is sat here but that has never really stopped Yoongi before. He isn’t complaining though because he has heard how Yoongi talks and is glad not be the subject, hoping that he isn’t in the future....

...“Interesting…” Hoseok trails off, getting up to fetch Jimin some water, “never took you for a party boy Jimin” he says as he drops a dissolvable paracetamol into it and slides it across to him. Yoongi chuckles to himself and Jimin feels a twinge in his heart at the sound....

...It is in that moment Jimin realises he has made a terrible, terrible mistake. Yoongi nonchalantly leaning against the kitchen counter, cigarette lazily balanced between two fingers as he takes a drag from it, the smoke pouring out of his delicate pink lips while he runs his hands through his mint green hair damaged by bleach. He embodies every ‘bad boy’ type Jimin has ever seen on the big screen, the kind of boy he has been cautioned to stay away from and yet he is sat in his kitchen. He is exactly what Jimin shouldn’t want and that is why his terrible mistake is starting to fall for him......

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...Jimin turned up to his first ever Sociology class twenty minutes too early and actually had to wait for the professor to show up and open the door to let him in. Eventually other students turn up and they begin to take their seats. The professor says they can sit wherever they wish in the lecture hall, naturally people who already know each other sit together and people who don’t know anyone scatter themselves throughout the rows of seats. Jimin is one of these people and chooses to sit in the middle, not too close to the front where the professor is but not too far back because despite having good glasses he still needs to make it easier for him to see the board....

...About ten minutes into the professor going through the different subjects they will look at for this half of the year the door to the hall bangs open and when Jimin turns around in his seat he sees a guy stood in the doorway. He has mint green hair, a hair colour that Jimin has never seen on anyone before but it looks great on him. He is wearing a leather jacket and his light blue jeans are tattered with silver chains on his wrists. These are all clear signs of a bad boy if Jimin has ever seen one. Not even apologising to the professor he jogs down the stairs, scanning the seats before setting his sights on Jimin’s row. He shuffles between the seats and desks, past students and a number of empty seats before he stops in front of Jimin....

...“Anyone sit here?” he questions, pointing at the seat beside him....

...“I- um, well” he stutters then decides to opt for simply shaking his head. The guy sits down beside him, immediately slouching in his seat as the professor continues....

...“You gotta pen?” he asks....

...“You don’t have a pen?” Jimin replies in disbelief. Who doesn’t bring a pen to school?...

...“I don’t even have a school bag” he retorts....

...“What's that then?” Jimin asks, nodding towards the dufflebag at the guy’s feet....

...“Oh that's my sports bag” he explains, giving it a small kick with his Doc Martens....

...“Do you play for the school?” he presses, intrigued by him....

...“Yeah our shitty basketball team” he laughs and his smile makes Jimin smile....

...“Basketball? That's cool, I like basketball” he lies, mentally facepalming because he doesn’t know shit about basketball. He has a membership at the gym and is in pretty good shape if he does say so himself but in terms of actual sport knowledge he knows extremely little....

...“You should come to one of the games sometime” he proposes and when he turns his head Jimin notices the array of piercings that decorate all the way up his ears. On one side he has a couple of rings and random studs, on the other he has two rings and an industrial bar, for some reason they make him even more drawn to him....

...“Really?!” he exclaims when he realises what he has asked him and the professor scowls at him to be quiet....

...“Yeah, you know school spirit and all that crap” he says and Jimin nods....

...“I’m Jimin, Park Jimin” he introduces himself with a smile....

...“Well Jimin Park Jimin, I’m Yoongi Min Yoongi” he mocks him but Jimin doesn’t pick up on his sarcastic tone and simply grins....

...“So-” he starts and is cut off....

...“How about that pen?” Yoongi asks and Jimin fumbles around in his bag to give one to him, “could I have some paper too?” he adds on and Jimin rips a few pages out of his own notebook to hand to him. He isn’t quite sure why he wanted it because he barely makes any notes, just a few doodles here and there....

...“Um, are you like part of a fraternity or something?” Jimin tries to make conversation....

...“Sure, you could call it that” Yoongi mumbles, clearly disinterested....

...“Wow that’s cool, I’m not” he says....

...“Oh yeah?” he says and Jimin isn’t even sure if he was listening....

...“It must be nice to live in your own place” he comments....

...“Mmhm” he hums....

...“I live in the dorms and I’m pretty sure my roommate has already decided he doesn’t like me” Jimin chuckles....

...“Is that right?” he replies, completely in his own world and Jimin gives up trying to talk to him. He focuses hard on what the professor is saying, making detailed notes and even asking a few questions. Then when she gives them a sheet of questions to answer Jimin gets all ten done in under ten minutes despite the professor assigning them thirty to get it finished. With so much time left he decides to read through the textbook to give him a head start for next lesson but his eyes can’t help flicking across to Yoongi....

...Why are leather jackets hot? How does that even work? It is an item of clothing. Is it Yoongi wearing the jacket that makes Jimin feel hot under the collar or is it the idea of taking it off of him? Jimin shakes his head to get his strange thoughts out and tries to finish the paragraph he is reading. Until Yoongi stretches with a low groan and Jimin’s eyes travel back to him, Yoongi absentmindedly runs his hand up his own inner thigh and Jimin starts gnawing at the soft skin on the inside of his mouth. He also notices that Yoongi hasn’t answered a single question and they are now twenty minutes into the allocated time....

...“Do you need some help or something?” he asks suddenly, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans....

...“Nah, it’s alright” he brushes him off....

...“Because I could help you, I mean, if you want, I could do that” he rambles awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with him....

...“Really it’s cool” he repeats and Jimin nods softly, fiddling with his fingers, “thanks though” he mumbles, tapping his pen on the edge of the desk. Once again Jimin decides to leave him be and go back to his textbook until the professor catches their attention again....

...“That will be all for today, leave your answers on your desk and I will collect them once you have gone” she instructs and all the students around them start to pack away their things....

...“What are you going to do?” Jimin asks, nodding towards Yoongi’s blank answer sheet....

...“I’ll do the next one” he says with a shrug and gets up out of his seat as Jimin begins to put his textbooks away into his bag....

...“Er, it was nice to meet you” Jimin smiles as Yoongi shoves his paper into his bag....

...“You too, nerd” he says....

...“I’m not a nerd” Jimin insists, folding his arms....

...“Whatever you say” Yoongi annoys him and pushes Jimin’s glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger....

...“Um, can I get that pen back?” Jimin requests as he stands up to leave. Yoongi shakes his head and sticks his tongue out at him. This is the moment Jimin sees that he has a tongue piercing and wonders what it would feel like to have the metal drag across his skin....

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