[ilove_joon]

Jimin's POV

Even though I didn't drink at all at the party, the hangover of all of last night's events was enough to keep me from waking up this morning. I really don't want to go to school today, but no, I'm going to have to suck it up if I want to fix things with Hoseok. As much as I hate how possessive he can be when it comes to picking my side, I truly adore him as my good friend.

I know he told me he understood my situation, but I have a feeling that he really didn't from the sounds of the bed bouncing upstairs, Youngjae's pleading moans, and (most likely) Hoseok's fast-paced grunting. He is a monster in bed when upset.

As I drive to school, the incidents from last night cross my head again. Jackson's threat, my best friends almost fighting their whole feud out, and most importantly, the kiss. Kissing Rosé felt great, if I'm being honest. It may have satisfied the Straights, but did it really satisfy me? Sure, it was hot, she was stunning, and she just seemed like such a nice person in general. But does that mean I like her? And if I do, does that make me straight? I park my car, leaving it behind in the lot along with all my thoughts. It's time to put my façade back on.

Usually Jackson is the one I see first in the morning, but on the nights he drinks like he did last night, it's guaranteed he's not getting to school on time. Hoseok is leaning against the math classroom's door, most likely waiting for me. His arm is around Youngjae, so my guesses were right. They had hooked up. But him with Youngjae was not what was so unusual. What was different was that there was a guy who I had never seen before with them. Scratch that. A fucking sexy guy who I had never seen before.

He casually stood with them, laughing at whatever joke Hoseok had just cracked, and when he did, his gummy smile appeared. It was absolutely adorable. His hair was pitch black, complimenting his pale skin and bringing out his brown eyes.We made eye contact and I immediately looked away. I could feel my cheeks warming up.

"Oh, Jiminie! I'd like you to meet someone!" Hoseok says, finally noticing me. He waves me over and I nervously tread their way. "This is Min Yoongi. He's my friend outside of school. He's a year older than us and he's a music producer."

"O-Oh, that's interesting," I say quietly.

"What's your name, cutie?" Yoongi smiles.

"Oh and he's gay. Muy gayo," Hobi adds.

"Haha, shut the fuck up, dude," Yoongi says, giving him a playful push.

"Whaaat? It's true!"

"I'm Park Jimin," I say, holding out my hand for him. His firm grip confirms the fact that despite his adorable looks, he's really a tough guy.

"Nice to meet you," he says.

"He was just explaining to me and Jae that he's going to be here for the rest of the year. Even though he's older than us, he's technically in our grade. He transferred from Daegu because this high school offers better opportunities for music production," Hoseok explains.

"Yeah, the credits I need to get into the college I want are all offered here," he tells me.

"That's so cool! It's great to know that you have your priorities straight—"

"You mean gay," Hoseok interjects. Yoongi chuckles and gives him another push.

"Well...either way, you know what to do with your life. Unlike me. I really admire your c-confidence. I h-hope we can be friends," I manage to stutter out.I genuinely mean it, though.

He has his future almost completely planned out while I can barely choose what clique I want to be with. Much less which sex I'm attracted to. He exposes his gummy smile once more.

"That'd be great."

"HEY! ALL OF YOU! What're you doing loitering outside my door? Either you get into my classroom right now, or I'm marking youall with a truency!" our math teacher, Ms. Kang suddenly yells.

"Sorry, ma'am," we say, bowing as we shuffle inside. Hoseok sits at our usual desk that we share. I'm about to pull out my chair when he puts his hand up to stop me.

"Sorry, Jimin. Youngjae's sitting here today," he tells me.

"What the fuck, man? Where am I gonna sit?" I ask. Usually Hoseok's hook-ups don't change our seating arrangement, so I'm surprised that he's actually making me move.

"Sit with Yoongi. I thought you wanted to be friends," he smiles. The way the word slides off of his tongue sounds highly suggestive.

"Ugh, whatever, bitch," I say, flipping my blonde hair and sashaying to the neighboring desk behind him.

Youngjae shoots me an apologetic look before seating himself besides the redhead. I watch, disgusted, as Hoseok slides his hand up Youngjae's thigh, while leaning over to whisper things in his ear. Obviously the things he was whispering aren't formulas for quadratic functions, based off of the blush covering Youngjae's whole face.Yoongi slides in the chair next to me and watches them as well.

"Can you believe him? Ditching me, his best friend, for a guy he pounded last night at a party! Unbelievable!" I scoff.

"Well, that's one of the things I love about Hobi; he's a real wild card sometimes," Yoongi remarks.

"I guess...I can't believe I'm probably gonna have to watch them flirting for the rest of the year," I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"At least now we can become better friends with him distracted," Yoongi suggests.

"You're right... Are you any good at math?" I joke.

"No, but I can calculate my way into anyone's pants."I laugh.

Damn, where has this guy been all my life?

"I doubt that," I reply.

"Is that a challenge?"

"No! ...Maybe?"

"Well then, Park Jimin. I think math is about to become much more fun for both of us," he smirks.

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