"Oh hey you're Jimin right?" the tall blonde questioned.
"Yeah what's it to you?" the short orange haired male sassed looking up at the taller. "Hey you're that bubbly boy's friend." Jimin said in realization. "What do you want?" he side eyed the other.
"Don't look at me like that, I just wanted to see how Tae has been doing." Namjoon raised his hands.
"Tae, he's doing al-"
"Wait don't tell me, tell me later. I'll text you."
"But you don't have my num- is that my phone?!" Jimin practically yelled pointing at the device in Namjoon's hand.
"Like I said I'll text you." the taller handed the phone back to its carrot top owner. With a wink and a smirk he turned on his heel and walked away.
"How the fuck did he get my phone. It was in my back pocket, wait does that mean he touched my ass without me knowing." Jimin face went pink. He looked around the hall to see if anyone seen. Way down the hall there was little nerdy boy with curly hair and big round glasses eating a bag or chips who seen the whole thing. Jimin stated at him and the boy stared back...it was a staring contest until the boy broke out into a huge dopey smile. How could Jimin forget that boy is the school's pothead. With one last eye roll Jimin left the hall not worrying about kite, the stoner kid at the end of the hall. He doesn't remember shit anyways
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I'm kite Lmao
I'm not always high
But when I am I'm
As high as a kite.