[yoongi-mood]

Jimin's POV

I shake off the incredibly suspicious behaviour of Jackson because I'm frankly not in the mood to deal with anymore drama. When people are always arguing around you, the last thing you want to do is get involved in every single petty argument that happens.

"Jimin? You're going to the library? I don't think I've ever seen you enter that place," Namjoon yells, running to catch up with me.

Namjoon is the epitome of the smart jock. He can go from sweaty, grunting football player to a Shakespeare-quoting, algebra genius in the snap of a finger. When he's not on the field he's always go his head buried in a book in the library.

"I have a huge math test coming up and I know I won't work at home," I explain to him as we enter the building which I have only ever looked at from the outside, "And so I'm hoping that all the knowledge will rub off on me through like photosynthesis—"

"Osmosis," Namjoon corrected.

"Whatever man, I'm not thinking about biology right now. The structure of a leaf can eat my fucking ass—"

I'm cut off by someone I would much rather eat my ass. Min Yoongi walks past us as we enter the slightly dusty area, a pair of black headphones plugged in as he carries a stack on books. Namjoon raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything as my mouth literally drops open.

Namjoon has always been pretty cool about the whole bisexual thing. He seems to not care too much about the split between the school, maybe that's what happens when you have an IQ of 148. He leaves me to stand in silence as I process my next few movements, going to find some corner where he can secretly enjoy his calculations and physics equations.

Watching Yoongi continue to move through the library, I decide to be bold. Something seems to come over me as I follow him, my brain going into overdrive about what I should say.

"Hey Yoongi," I manage to spit out when I'm standing behind him, tapping on his shoulder which makes him jump slightly.

He turns around and gives me a large gummy smile, unplugging his headphones which had been blasting some rap music loudly only seconds before. He waves at me, and I'm left in a slight dilemma. What do normal people talk about? Usually whenever I speak to people at school, the main topic of conversation tends to be the divide between the Straights and LGs, but I get the feeling that Yoongi couldn't care less about that.

"What were you listening to?"

Yoongi laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck, "I was actually just listening to some demos I made last night, I just wanted to see what I could improve on them."

"That's SO cool. I think it's just so cool that you know where you're going in life, and that you're so passionate, and so talented —not that I've heard anything that you've made— but I'm sure it's absolutely amazing—"

"I don't think I ever got your snapchat," Yoongi cuts me off, saving me from anymore embarrassment which I am eternally grateful for.

"Perhaps we could meet up sometime after school."

"That would be so cool!" I squeak, immediately regretting it when I see the small smirk growing on his face.

With a hot blush on my cheeks, we exchange social media information, and I soon wave goodbye with a feeling of both happiness and cringe rocking about in my incredibly confused body. There is just something about Yoongi which made me feel giddy. It's only once I'm sat down at a desk, textbook laying untouched in front of me, that I start to feel a little guilty about these thoughts. I have to remember Rosé, not to mention my own reputation.

I decide to bury myself in interquartile ranges, simultaneous equations, and some good old trigonometry to calm my heart, which is still racing.

***

Taylor Swift blasting through my speakers, I jump around my room to rid myself of nerves and stress. It's a typical Jimin thing to do in order to avoid ever really confronting my problems, and it usually means I'm always up late.

Deciding that I'm tired of dancing, I scroll mindlessly through instagram watching satisfying slime videos until it's dark outside and I have school in six hours. Looks like I'm going to be tired tomorrow. Just as I'm about to switch off for the day, my phone screen lights up.

Confused at who the hell would be messaging me at this time of night, I curiously look at my phone and my heart deadass stops beating.

Min Yoongi. THE Min Yoongi has sent me a snapchat.

It's like my whole body has been frozen as my brain whirs at the speed of light to try and comprehend what is happening. What does THE Min Yoongi have to be sending me in the middle of the night? Hesitantly, not wanting to seem too keen, I open the message:

I nearly fucking choke. Flipping the camera on myself, I nearly scream in frustration when I realize that I look like pure shit. My hair is ruffled every direction possible, my eyes are puffy from lack of sleep, but I can't not reply.

I nearly scream in surprise when I get a reply almost instantly.

Why did the lighting change so much? Whose arm is that in the background? I find myself thinking before I shut off these jealous thoughts, telling myself that I am being irrational and ridiculous. Saying goodnight to him before I find myself falling down a rabbit hole I won't be able to emerge from, I hold the phone close to my chest.

What is Min Yoongi doing to my freaking mind?

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jimin is full on whipped for yoongi.

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