(Jimin's POV)
Tch.
"Hey Hyung."
Just look at em.
"Hyung?"
Acting all chummy together.
"Hyuuung?"
I bet his whole "clumsy soft boy" thing is just an act.
"Hyyyyuuunnngggg!"
Trust me if I could you wouldn't touch her with a five foot pole you kimchi leaf.
"HyUnG."
"Oh my god what?!"
"You're acting too obvious. If you angrily glare at Y/N and that exchange student you're going to give everything away."
"E-Eh? Who said I was staring?"
"....Okay I may be dense in some areas but even I could tell you were staring right at them."
Damnit.
I can't help it.
That freaking bamboo shoot is practically all over her.
He better not fall on her or accidentally hit her with anything.
I'll beat his ass if he hurts her.
"HYUNG."
"WHAT."
"You're staring again."
".....Whatever."
Shoving his breakfast tray away from his body Jimin takes a deep breath and lays his head down on his arms, dread slowly creeping up his spine staring at the shiny slip of paper in front of him.
Of course a freaking dance had to come up during all of this.
....Y/N's getting a lot of attention lately...it makes sense because she's so pretty...she deserves all the attention...but still....
"Are you going to this uh, formal?"
"...I don't go to dances."
"Yet you'll spend thousands throwing parties that are literally elbow to elbow with people."
"Yeah it doesn't involve putting on a stupid suit and sweating around a bunch of people."
"....literally the only difference is a suit."
"I don't want to wear a stupid suit."
"What if Y/N wants to go?"
"E-Eh?"
Snapping his head up to Jungkook who's eyes shine with flecks of amusement as he shrugs his shoulders, his fork poking at the hash brown on his plastic tray.
"You never know, Y/N could love dances."
...she...
Staring up at Jungkook completely speechless Jimin moves his gaze to the tiny girl grinning and handing a random person a coffee, an odd warm feeling echoing in his sweatshirt covered chest.
...is that his actual angle.
He's trying to butter her up to get her to go to the dance with him.
Yeah I know what happens at those dances buddy.
Now you aren't getting around her within a ten foot pole distance.
No wonder he's dressing so nice.
Look at his dumb suspenders.
"Hyung."
"What."
"You're staring again."
"Ya know Jungkook, maybe I'm just randomly staring into space lost in my thoughts."
"Sure. Because I believe that."
"You always assume the worst out of me."
"You always do the worst things."
"...Touché."
........................................
Oh come the hell on.
"Y/N-Chan, we can share my computer today since you don't have one yet."
The best laptop is on back order you praying mantis I spend three grand on it.
"Th-Thank you Shuka-Kun..."
...So now there's even nicknames.
They're on a nickname basis.
Puffing his lip out in a jealous glare Jimin huffs and throws his laptop out of his bag onto the desk in front of him, his gaze moving up to a girl standing with her hands nervously clasped in front of her.
"...Who are you."
"J-Jimin...C-Can I ask you something?..."
".....What."
Tilting his head back and keeping his glare Jimin raises an eyebrow at the girl who squeezes her arms together to show off her cleavage hanging out of her dress, her eyes gazing at him with lustful desires on full display.
"I was wondering....if maybe...you wanted t-t-to g-go t-to the formal with me..."
....eh.
.........Eh.
.................EH.
"No I don't."
"I- Wh-What?..."
"I don't go- I.....No. I don't want to go with you."
Feeling his face suddenly flaring up into a deep blush Jimin pushes his laptop open abruptly to shut out the girl staring at him flabbergasted, her hands clutching the small shifty shirt hugging her thin waist.
"O-Oh..okay..."
Geez.
We just got the announcement for the formal this morning and I'm already being asked by some random girl.
I can't say that I don't go to dances either...but...it's not like I can go with Y/N...that would give everything away...and she could be injured by that band of bitches...
Sighing to himself and lazily holding his head up with his elbow Jimin taps his fingers on the top of his desk watching Jungkook type away on his laptop, a solid frown pasted on the male's face.
"Hyung."
"Hmm."
"You're killing the mood."
"I am the mood."
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
Gaining a loud shush from the professor sitting at his desk and a deep glare from above his glasses Jimin leans back against his chair and huffs out a sigh, his eyes flicking over to the side towards the tiny girl sitting at her desk with a small frown clasped on her full lips.
...Why is she frowning?
I hate it when she frowns.
Oh man if I could...if I could just give you a hug or something...damnit man....this is so hard...
....I want to go home...I want to take Y/N and leave this place...I want to take her out somewhere to get some good food...then take her home and shower her in hugs...
Why does this have to be so hard...
"P-P-Professor?..."
"Hmm."
"C-Can I go to the restroom?..
"Yes. Go ahead Miss Y/N."
Lightly parting his lips when Y/N gets up from her desk and quietly makes her way out of the classroom Jimin balls his hands into fists on the top of his desk, his foot tapping up and down in growing anxiety.
Why did she leave?
Is she sick?
If she's sick then she might pass out and get hurt.
Should I go.
No...that would be too obvious.
There's only five minutes of class left...I can last five minutes.
Sure sure.
I got this.
I'm fine.
I'm going to be fine.
No worries.
There's only the possibility that she falls down and gets hurt.
Nothing major.
Not at all.
...Hell in a hand basket.
(A/N): Someone's Jelly 👀
Another filler chapter but I hope you guys enjoy :3 I don't expect this chapter to have too many comments since it's just a filler but still I hope it's good! 😂 so sorry!
Also. I want to tell you all. That you HAVE to check out this artist I found. His name is Ash Island. He's a Korean Rapper and he sings as well. His songs Eclipse, Error, and Over absolutely send my soul over the moon. I have fallen in love with him. Okay music rant over :3