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Jimin warning. Repeat: Jimin warning

You gulp, averting your eyes as you walk into the classroom. Day 1. It's day fucking 1 and you've already seen him twice. Three hours after your first class, you're here at your third. Why the hell is he here? You go to the back of the room, sitting in the corner in hopes he won't see you. Chaeyoung doesn't share this class with you. Biology. The bane of your existence. Lab classes always make you so angry.

However, your desperate attempts to hide yourself fail seeing as the man walks over with another one of his cocky smiles on his face. "Y/N? Is that you?" he asks, sitting on the corner of your desk. "The freshie, I think you mean," you correct, and he chuckles. "Sure, sure," he says, shaking you off. "Why are you here? You're an upperclassman, aren't you?" you can't help but ask.

He gives you a strange look, "to you yeah, not to the rest of the world sweetheart." You cringe, "ew." A glint of amusement sparks in his eyes, but he doesn't comment on your disgusted state. "You went to high school, right?" You nod. "Juniors and seniors are upperclassmen, not sophomores. I'm still an under, just like you." Well great, now you look like an idiot.

"Okay but that still doesn't explain why you're here. I thought freshmen were supposed to be with freshmen." He hums, "most of the class is, but there's some sophomores around. You should be grateful, I know you missed me." "Not even a little bit," you reply, smirking. If he's going to taunt you, you can do it back.

"Don't lie to me, you were probably thinking of me the whole day," he cockily remarks, leaning his face closer to yours. Okay what the hell, personal space dude, personal space. "Sorry, I've met a lot of people since my first class. I remember them a little bit more than you." You pause for a moment, "Yoongi, right?" That little joke seems to upset him. He pouts, "you forgot my name. I can't believe it. And here I was saying your name over and over again so I wouldn't forget it." Dammit he's making your first goal really difficult.

"You're joking, right?" you ask, raising a brow. "Maybe," he mumbles, getting a little shy. "Aw, is the playboy shy?" "Playboy? Who told you that?" "You did." Jimin's pout only deepens, "me?" "Calling me 'sweetheart', sitting on my desk, those cocky smiles... sorry, no one's that confident unless they're a big flirt who scores every other day." "It's every day, actually." You playfully roll your eyes, "riiight."

Jimin leans back, giving you your much desired personal space. "Alright, that sounded better in my head." "Is there even anything up there?" you ask, causing him to fake a look of hurt. "I'll have you know I graduated valedictorian at my high school." "What did three people go to it?" "Rude," he whines, shaking his head. You chuckle, sitting back, "you still haven't told me why you're here." "Because I can be."

Once again - you roll your eyes. "Noo really?" He cracks a small, cute smile. Fuck your heart just lurched in your chest. That smile is so damn cute. "I had physics last year. Not a big biology person so I thought I'd hold it off." You raise a brow, "what kind of person are you?" "Bit of a genius, sassy, drop dead gorgeous... but you knew all that already." You sigh, "and humble apparently." "Very," he replies with a wink.

After a few seconds of staring, his expression becomes more serious. "Uh... dancing. I love to dance." You softly smile, "really? You?" He gets shy, looking down, "yeah. Ever since I was a kid. It's always been what I've wanted to do so... I'll declare it as my major by the end of the year." Huh, who knew the playboy had passion. A secret you have - you love dancing too. Will you tell him that? No, not yet anyway, but still. "That's actually pretty cool." He nods, but clearly doesn't want to talk about it too much seeing as he points to your leather book.

"What's that?" Despite the fact that you want to yell 'nothing!' and be shy about it, you know that'll only make him more curious. So, you're honest... mostly honest. "Book of goals. Throughout college I want to write down all the things I do and don't want to do. Rule one: don't break any of your goals." "Can I see?" he asks, offering you a kind smile. Despite the internal panic you feel, you force yourself to smile back. "Once I write things down, sure. First day, remember?"