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Jimin x Jungkook (BTS)

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I walked into the classroom, hands shaking slightly from nervousness. What if I didn't fit in? What if I was teased for being two years younger than everyone else? Sweat caked my palms as I placed my bag on a table right at the back, in the corner. A loud slam sounded from behind me, followed by a few curse words. Turning around, I saw a small, blonde haired guy bang his head against the lockers and sigh heavily. He looked at the locker and put his hands on his hips.

"Why the actual fuck will you not close. Hmm?" Chuckling at his adorable mochi-ness, I walked up to him to see if he needed help. Upon reaching him, I began to worry. What if he was rude? What if he wasn't a mochi? Shaking off the negative thoughts, I tapped his shoulder and jumped slightly as he swiftly turned around. I took note of his developed arm muscles as I looked down at him and spoke.
"Do you need any help, hyung?" The boy frowned slightly at my use of the honorific, but nodded his head.
"Yes please. The locker door won't close." I hummed in response and walked towards the locker door. I saw part of a scarf hanging out of the locker in question, so I tucked it in and carefully shut the door. I heard another sigh from behind me. Turning around, I saw the blonde with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. He held out his hand. I held it and introduced myself.
"My name is Jungkook. I'm a new student here."
"Jungkook? Oh, so you're the new kid. I'm Jimin. I hope we can be friends." He smiled brightly as he looked into my eyes, his own curling up into a cute eye smile. A group of student piled through the door, and I turned as one of them shouted Jimin's name. He dragged me over to the people who had just entered and introduced me to them. One of the boys, the one who had called Jimin, had been glaring at me throughout the conversation, sending shivers down my spine as I felt his eyes on me. More specifically, my hand. Looking down, I realised that my hand was still entwined with Jimin's since when he grabbed it to bring me across the room. Blushing instantaneously, I carefully slipped my hand out of his. I saw Jimin's eyebrows knit together slightly as I did so, but no words of protest came from him.

"What lessons are you taking, Jungkook?" Jimin flopped into the seat next to the one I was occupying, leaning over to see the schedule I had just taken out of my bag.

"Singing, dance, rapping, maths, economics and..."
"And?"
"English." I let my head fall onto the table, letting a sound of frustration leave my lips. Feeling a small hand patting my shoulder, I turned my head and saw Jimin comforting me.

"We have all the same classes, so if you need, I can help you!" My eyes widened at his words and I jumped up.

"Thank you hyung!" Once again, his eyes folded into crescent shapes as he beckoned for me to follow him to our first class.

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He lead me into the changing room, where multiple other boys were in their uniform or currently changing into their dance clothes. Jimin set down his bag on a bench and turned to a locker.
"Here. We can share lockers if you want. It's less of a hassle." Slightly flustered by the number of half naked men surrounding me, I quickly nodded and proceeded to take out a pair of clothes from the bag I had brought - just in case. Sneaking a quick glance at the blonde who was now half inside his locker, searching for something, I placed my things on the bench and began changing. A slam sounded from behind me, followed by a small squeak as Jimin turned around and quickly covered his face with his shorts. Chuckling lightly, I put on my shirt and looked down at Jimin, who was blushing slightly.

"I...I forgot my shirt. Can I borrow one?" I opened my mouth to answer with a yes, seeing as I had an extra one with me, but was stopped as a loud bang sounded from the other side of the changing rooms. Turning in surprise, I saw the grumpy guy from earlier, sending me another death stare.
"Who is that?"
"Yoongi. Min Yoongi. Anyways, can I borrow your shirt" nodding suspiciously, I reached into my bag and pulled out my spare shirt. Holding it up in front of Jimin, I noticed something slightly wrong.
"It's...slightly big for you." Jimin looked up and down (geddit) my torso, then at his own.
"Yeah, no shit sherlock." He giggled and took the shirt, quickly slipping off his uniform one and putting it on. Upon seeing him, I had to restrain from cooing at him as he tried to make it seem slightly less big. A smile plastered onto my face, me and Jimin walked into the dance studio, discussing the teacher, Lee Taemin (come on who doesn't love Taemin and his dancing :3).

The teacher walked in five minutes late, holding a stereo and a bag in each hand. Two female students rushed up to help him, only to have him decline politely and set down both items to address the class.
"So, today we have a new student. I thought that we could split into groups of three and I'll give you the next hour or so to prepare your dance. I look forward to see what you come up with." Jimin and Jungkook instantaneously made eye contact, and began searching for a third person. Jungkook noticed Yoongi sitting alone, so went up to him.
"Want to join our group?"
"Whatever." He stood up and followed Jungkook to where Jimin was. Jimin's eyebrows raised as soon as he saw Yoongi and Jungkook together. Shrugging off the bad feeling in his gut, he walked towards the two with a wave.

Half an hour had passed, and the trio were at the same stage as they had been at the beginning. Yoongi refused to cooperate, even when Jimin finally came up with something.
"No, Yoongi-hyung. You're meant to move to the right then to the left."
"Okay." The three got into their set positions once again and began practicing. However, Yoongi once again moved the wrong way, bashing into Jimin, sending him to the floor.
"Shit. Are you okay, Jiminie?" Jimin froze at the use of his nickname and looked up at Yoongi. Jungkook, noticing the tension between the two, carefully took Jimin's elbow and helped him up, offering to take him to the nurse's office.
"Are you okay, hyung?" Jimin nodded, his blonde hair covering his face slightly as he looked down at the ground whilst walking.
"What...what happened between you and Yoongi?" Jimin looked up at Jungkook at the mention of the short boy's name, tears welling in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"It's okay. Yoongi and I used to be in a relationship." Looking into the shorter's pained eyes, Jungkook began to vaguely understand what had happened, instantly feeling sorry for him. Jimin sent him a small smile and held his hand tighter, showing that he was fine. Jungkook looked down at their intertwined fingers as they walked on, new feelings beginning to present themselves in both of them.