Pretty Pretty Boyfriend [DISCONTINUED]

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Yoongi's heart thumped at the compliment. He inhaled deeply before taking a moment to process the soft words.

He lifted a thin arm to wipe away his tears, "Thanks Kookie," He mumbled through a blurred vision, "But, as much as I'd love to be gorgeous, I don't think I'll ever be."

Jungkook shifted in his position before bending down to collect the items, "I didn't say anything," he whispered.

Yoongi quirked a brow, "Then... who did?"

"I did."

The pale boy froze as he stared up ahead, Jimin walking towards him. Superiority lacing each step, the sound of leather softly tapping the floor as he made his way closer to Yoongi.

Jungkook sneered at the sight and broke three pencils which were in his grasp. He gasped at the damaged as he quickly shoved the remains in a pencil bag, hoping his senior wouldn't notice.

Yoongi flinched at the sight of the male, he ducked his head and turned around. His left foot accidentally lifted a tad higher than he had planned, which resulted in him slowly falling.

It was like time was slowing down for the trio. Jungkook was rushing up onto his feet, but the scattered pencils kept tripping him. Jimin bolted towards the staircase and held his arms out, while Yoongi could only look at the ceiling with his mouth agape.

Like any other cliche anime, Jimin caught him. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the petite boy in his arms. He smiled softly as he stared at the boy.

Yoongi chewed on his fingernail as he looked up at the boy of his dreams. He turned pinkish for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

Jimin slowly set Yoongi down, but the latter was still in a daze. His usually pale skin was scorching with heat as he kept replaying how damn soft Jimin's lips looked, and how close they were to his own.

Jungkook scoffed at the sight as he collected all the items that belonged to both him and Yoongi. He frowned monetarily as he realized that his presence wouldn't be missed if he were to leave, so, that's what he did.

Jimin smiled softly, "You're going to be late to class, Yoongi." He informed as he stepped back, his arms tucked back behind himself after he gave a brief wave and walked back to his own classroom.

A rush of adrenaline pummeled Yoongi. He felt the ends of his lips slowly twitch into a smile as he clamped his sweaty hands together, he's never felt so accomplished in his entire life.

He only then proceeded to snap out of his daydream when the bell began to ring, signaling that he was now five minutes late to class. The boy tensed at the ringing sound as he whisked his head back to inform Jungkook that he was ready to leave.

Instead of seeing his best friend, he merely saw his items tidied up and ready for him to take to class. Without another thought in mind, Yoongi bent down to retrieve the items and swiftly walked back to his classroom.

***

Yoongi stared at the piece of paper sullenly, despite him being in a college course, because he earned it, he didn't understand a single thing his assignment had instructed him to say.

"Now that everyone has a sheet from the corresponding course," the teacher announced as he swiftly walked to and fro with the classroom, "You'll all be paired up with someone from that class. I'll be handing out assignment slips. Come to me in the end of class to sort out any troubles."

Yoongi huffed; he was grateful that he wouldn't have to do the assignment alone, but he didn't accept the idea f having to collaborate on an assignment along with a stranger of which he would barely know.

Finally, after what seemed liked hours of waiting he received a slip, not one, but two.

"Sir," Yoongi rose his hand as he quakes in his seat, once again, he was never quite fond of interaction, but here he is, trying to toughen himself up.

The aforementioned male turns and spin on his heel, "Yes, mister min?" He asked softly, he squatted down to match the man's height as he was sitting down.

He gulped, "Well, you see, you gave me two slips." He mumbled softly.

"Ah, yes, but what seems to be the problem?" The teaches inquired with a hand resting upon it, a glint oh mischief hidden beneath his glowing orbs.

Yoongi shuffled in his seat, "I'm only supposed to have one." He felt redundant as he spoke, his knees clattering against each other as his heart was burning up.

"No, no, no," he expressed with the flailing of a single hand, "The opposite team seems to have one member too much, you actually get a choice."

In a slight daze, Yoongi responded, "I get to choose my partner?" He asked softly as he stared at the tiny pieces of paper.

"Yes. Now, what two topic do you have?" The teacher smiled softly as he slowly rose to his full height, all the squatting surely was taking a toll on him; he wasn't as young as he was before.

The student skimmed over the topics, "Culinary and Fine Arts." Yoongi commented.

The teacher smiled, "Oh! The culinary kid is a freshman, I know that for sure. It's a boy, and he's actually not particularly good, but he's a good kid."

"And.. the Fine Arts kid?" Yoongi mumbled as he switched the pieces of paper and saw a small silhouette of a person on the second slip.

The teacher smiled, "I know who it is already."

"Who is it then?" Yoongi pressed as he slouched back into his chair, he was getting exhausted after talking to someone for this long, (Not including Jungkook) he didn't know for how long he could keep it up.

The teacher rendered himself speechless for a solid minute, "I can't tell you that. But what I can tell you is that the kid has an array of interests, ranging from dance, to sculpting. Hence, why the description is so vague; because you have much more options to choose from."

"Ah," Yoongi sighed, "Then I'd like to choose the Fine Arts kid," he whispered.

The teacher smiled, "Good choice! Though the culinary boy isn't too bad either, both are excellent options." The teacher smiled.

"Well then! Your partner is Park Jimin, a junior," he announced as he skipped away, resuming class, and leaving Yoongi with his jaw slack.

"I should've chosen the culinary kid." He whined.