Our little secret // Yoonmin

7

Tick tock. Tick tock.

The ticking of the clock felt almost deafening to Jimin as he glared at the damn thing just wanting it to finally hit twelve so the bell signaling for lunch would ring. He shook his leg pencil tapping against the top of the desk as he drowned out the vexatious sound of the thin man that stood at the board writing equation after equation. He occasionally glanced down at his phone discreetly texting back whoever had sent him a message, mostly texting Yoongi. They were talking about a movie that was coming out soon and how they potential wanted to go watch it together this weekend and of course head back to Yoongi's place after.

"Mr.Park, what is the next step to finding the system solution?" Jimin slowly looked up at the man. He was giving him a pointed look. Guess he wasn't as discreet as he thought. He stared at the elderly man giving him an uncaring shrug. The man sighed shaking his head. "You don't know?" The man asked in disbelief.

"That's what the shrug meant." He mumbled. Mr.Seo opened his mouth to respond but was instantly cut off when the bell rang.

Jimin basically sprinted out of the room once it did. He wanted to put as much distance between himself and math. He was terrible at the subject and wanted nothing more than to be fed and forget everything that had to do with numbers.

"Park!" He cringed at the familiar voice. He slightly lowered his head acting as if he hadn't heard anyone. "Jimin." Johnny greeted wrapping his arm around the male's shoulders.

"What's up?" He said casually as if the male wasn't a nuisance to him but in his mind, he was slamming his head against the locker doors.

Johnny pulled him close patting his chest. "Are you going to Anthony's party on Saturday?"

"Nah. I got shit to do that day," Jimin responded shrugging him off as subtly as possible. He wasn't much of a party person, though most people in school thought otherwise. Jimin had a tendency to go to a lot; he mostly went to get laid but lately, a certain brunette has been keeping him satisfied that he didn't find the need to go. Of course, there was the aspect of hanging out with friends but by halfway through the night he couldn't find the majority of them since they'd run off to get their dick sucked by the first desperate female they could find.

Johnny groaned exaggeratedly "oh please whatever it is can wait. This will be like a celebration for the start of the season." He said once again pulling the boy close. So close that his cologne invaded the faux blonde's nostrils; it made his stomach feel like tidal waves crashing against rock walls. He held his breath slightly pushing the man away not wanting anything to do with the unpleasant odor.

"You don't even know if we made the team yet." He pointed out. He swallowed but he felt his throat clench as he took a deep breath trying to setting his stomach.

"Like coach could ever get better players. You know we made it." Johnny's cockiness displayed by the smirk that seemed to always be there. A strand of his raven hair fallen perfectly over his forehead. It was enough to make any girl swoon over him. "Come on man just go. We can get fucked up together."

Well, he could go and just watch the movie the next day, although that meant he'd be hungover. But then again he could just go easy on the drink. "I don't know Johnny." He hesitated.

The taller rolled his eyes. "Dude everyone one is invited. Even the queer fags! You can't miss out." And there it was. The reason why Jimin couldn't help but hate Johnny. He was a nice guy to him but anyone below what he believed was his status would be stepped on all over by the tall male. God forbid he find out you were anything but straight. But then again that could be said for 90% of the town population.

"I really can't." He said finally coming to his final decision. "I'm meeting someone that night. If you know what I mean?" Jimin said smirking.

Johnny's lips formed and 'o' before he started laughing. "My boy!" They did that handshake that seemingly every boy did. "Should have just said so. I'm not about to cockblock you." The blonde just continued to smirk letting out a little chuckle.

Johnny looked forward instantly gagging. Jimin followed his gaze only to land on Taehyung, Yoongi, and a male he didn't recognize. "I bet Namjoon's brother is also a fag. I mean how can he just hang out with the disgusting fairy and not be one himself." He commented. The shorter only shrugged wanting to put an end to the conversation but Johnny wasn't having that. Truthfully his focus was on how close Yoongi was standing to the unfamiliar male. "Oh my god, what if they're dating." Johnny's eyes widened the size of saucers as if he had just come up with the realization of the century.

"Don't let Namjoon hear you say that. He'll kick your ass." He mumbled his eyes trailing in Yoongi's hand that was pressed against the redhead's bicep as he let out a loud laugh.

"Namjoon won't do shi-"

"Who is that?" Jimin interrupts.

Johnny glances back over at the boys. They were all leaning against a row of lockers. Jimin and Johnny turned in the direction of the cafeteria making it so the boys wouldn't cross paths. "He's some new kid. His names Hoseok or some shit like that." He shrugged not giving him much care. "Think he also tried out for the team." Jimin furrowed his eyebrows staring at the male.

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"That was so good!" Yoongi slight skipped as he gripped onto Jimin's wrist. An almost empty bucket of popcorn in his free hand. Jimin gently smiled at him feeling a warm feeling invade his chest at how happy the other was.

They saw some people give them strange looks but neither cared much, only because they had driven a town or two away so that they wouldn't run into anyone they knew. The drive was long but it was the only way Jimin was okay with this. He couldn't be seen hanging out with the gay boy's best friend alone. People would start thinking things.

"Yeah, it was great." He said hopping into the car. "Now," he mutters leaning his face close. "Am I spending the night?" His hand sliding up his thigh.

Yoongi nodded before leaning close so that his mouth was right next to Jimin's ear. "Yeah but I want to be in control again." He didn't miss the way the tip of Jimin's ears turned a bright red. Yoongi preferred being on top. He just loved the way Jimin looked under him. All needy and completely fucked out. Jimin was quite shy about it and never ever wanted to talk about how submissive he could get. If the sounds that would slip from his lips during the act were anything to go by he enjoyed it just as much as Yoongi did.

He cleared his throat trying to gain his composure. "Sure I'm okay with that," Yoongi smirked pulling away so that he was leaning against his seat.

Jimin was still flushed as he turned the radio on but left the volume on low so that they could speak. "So, uh couldn't help but notice you were hanging out with a new guy the other day." it had been on his mind for a while. It wasn't that he cared it was just odd to see him with someone other than Taehyung.

Yoongi instantly smiled as the redhead was mentioned. "Oh! Hoseok! He moved here a couple of weeks ago. He's super nice and literally the funniest person ever." he gushed, in turn, making Jimin frown. Funniest person ever?

"Oh, that's nice. Does he know about Taehyung?"

The brunette nodded his head animatedly. "Yeah! That's the other thing he's pansexual so he doesn't care. He even protected Taehyung when he saw a couple of guys were trying to hurt him. He's just so sweet. I'm even considered telling him how I'm gay." he said it almost dreamily.

"I don't think you should. I mean you just met this guy. You don't know if you can trust him to not out you" and he could try to make a move on you. Jimin didn't vocalize his last thought. He didn't even realize he had an edge in his voice and how he unconsciously tightened his grip on the wheel.

"Guess you're right but I don't know I like this guy. Like I feel like I can trust him." 

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Okay so I hate this chapter. I tried to make it longer than my usual updates.