Jimin the the story^

Almond Eyes - Novaa

The sun is annoying.

Everything is annoying really. From the sun, the students in this classroom chattering until the professor decides to arrive, or the annoying chewing gum noises from the obnoxious girl's lips sitting on the table behind Jimin; probably doing that shit on purpose.

Today is not a good day.

Perhaps it's the hangover that's making everything in Jimin's body react as though the world is just out to get him, or the fact that he didn't get dick from Namjoon last night.

The memory alone makes Jimin force an eye roll.

This man cancelled out last minute because he had plans with his boyfriend; so pathetic. Oh how tempted Jimin was to just text Namjoon's boyfriend and tell him all the juicy details of what his lover likes do to in bed, but of course Jimin held himself back for the sake of losing good dick in the future.

One unavailable day, whatever, he let it be.

Not like he's the type to enjoy an angry encounter with a heaving boyfriend either way, who would prefer blaming him about his boyfriend's adultery than the actual partner.

Has happened a few times before either way.

So Jimin drank the night away instead of calling up someone else -as always- but then it backfired bad since he's now hungover and moody, everything feels intensifying annoying.

Even these stupid sunglasses he's wearing feels annoying to block out the sun, and he's inside the damn building.

Oh but wait, this day gets even better!

Suddenly a classmate took it upon himself to sit on the chair beside Jimin, which is empty for the sole purpose of avoiding everyone, but clearly this guy enjoys rebellion to not follow the norm going on here.

"Seems like you had a long night."

You don't say?

Jimin flickers his eyes up from his phone and turns his head to the stupid jock that's been after his ass since freshman year. Jimin may like sex a lot, but with this guy it's a solid no.

Something about him seems very obnoxiously perverted, it would make anyone uncomfortable with that sly smile.

Yup, absolutely not.

"Wow you made an analysis! Look at you gaining a half braincell, now leave."

The guy, who Jimin keeps forgetting his name, drops his cocky smile and was just about to say something until the professor entered the class, instantly making everyone go back to their assigned small rectangular table.

Well, time to start Physics-

"Sorry I'm late."

No fucking way.....

Jimin snaps his head to the oddly familiar voice that rushed into class, and his whole heart dropped upon seeing the brat from yesterday. The same one from the club. The same one who fucking rejected him.

Yeosang.

So he wasn't kidding about not being a high schooler, yikes.

He just looks that young huh.

The professor greets the new student joyfully before scouring the classroom, landing to the empty chair beside Jimin. Much to Jimin's ducking horror and demise, he assigned him to sit beside Jimin, the only stupid spot open.

You've got to be kidding-

"Anywhere else sir?" Yeosang asks the professor, who only blinks at his face unfazed and that was enough to know he won't change his mind.

Jimin face completely coils under the glasses in frustration as Yeosang moves his way to sit beside him, putting as much distance between them as possible despite the small table.

And then Jimin was suddenly slapped with something across the face the second Yeosang sat down.

His cologne.

Why does it seem as though the world makes it so hard yet easy for Jimin to hate this guy?

This fucker just had to smell so good.

Damn, but that doesn't change his arrogant attitude and punchable face.

Jimin gulps and shuffles on his chair as he pays attention to class. This is the time Jimin's reputation comes to a little curve, not only is he the Prince of Sins but he also has intelligent brains. That's why when he's in classes, no one bothers him because he won't hesitate to put them back into their place so he can focus. He takes school seriously and all the guilty pleasures can come after he's done working his ass off.

Maybe by how he was raised that he's like this, strict parents with no social life as a kid, or his own driven hunger to keep himself steady from how much of a fucked up place outside the world is; he likes school because it's a distraction.

Jimin loves distractions.

And school seems like it really yanks one out of that bubble to focus on something else.

The professor soon enough gave the class a worksheet to do, which involved something close to ballistics in Jimin's mind.

Easy.

The way his hand quickly moves over the worksheet is not something unfamiliar, putting the formulas and numbers together in his mind before finally finishing up with all 20 problems in fifteen minutes.

Just before the time the professor said he would call for a time, great.

So he leans backs to the chair, phone out and his paper flipped over to make sure the professor knows that he was done. He unamusingly goes through social media but the temptation to take a sneak peak at Yeosang's work slightly took his curiosity, just because he wants to satisfy his own ego that he finished first.

So he just takes a quick glance, lips suddenly gapping to how the other is laying his head down with his hood up that's over the uniform; sleeping.

While the paper was also turned over.

No way did he fucking finish before he did!

The fuck!

Jimin glares at the paper now and back to him, annoyedly nudging Yeosang's with his foot, making the other grunt but didn't raise his head up. Jimin purses his lips and this time kicks him hard.

Yeosang snaps his head up, eyes peeling open in aggravation, "You just love to piss me off, don't you?"

"How the fuck did you finish so fast?" Jimin hisses hushly, even though there's talking echoing the classroom by how there's a few student deciding to work together on this paper, "I'll even admit that this was hard."

The other only sits up, blinking tiredly while rubbing his eyes, "This is easy, obviously. I thought we already established the fact that I'm not an idiot after I rejected you."

Oh he really went there....

This fucking-

Jimin's jaw tensed, yanking his sun glasses off to glare at the kid properly, "You're still going to act as though you aren't the least bit tempted by me?"

"I'm not," Yeosang bitterly remarks, leaning to him with deadly dark eyes, "Because I have standards."

"There's a difference between standards and what your dick does to the sight of me."

Yeosang grits his teeth and narrows his eyes in murderous slits, "You just never give up, don't you?" He huffs and turns to look at the front of the class now, "What do you fucking want?"

There's many things Jimin wants really; A stable life, a pet dog, maybe make money, you know? The basic things.

With Yeosang? There's only one thing specifically.

So he leans to his ear, snarling his lips, "I want you to stop acting as though you don't have wet dreams of fucking me on your bed. I'm not called the Prince of Sins for no reason, so it's a natural side effect."

He's never had someone reject him this stubbornly before, maybe that's why Jimin being a pest about it.

It happened so fast when Yeosang abruptly snaps his head to glare at him, making Jimin jerk his head back to the close proximity of their face with his breath hitching his throat.

That was so extremely close.

Fuck, his heart is racing so fast.

Yeosang didn't seem the least bit fazed by this as Jimin was, instead he looks even more pissed now. He is gripping the pencil so tightly in his hand that it nearly started to shake and maybe Jimin began to believe he overpassed his boundaries.

Aw, did he nudge a sensitive nerve?

Looks like he does have a weakness to something after all.

"I'm warning you," Yeosang growls, making Jimin fight back a smirk, "Stop trying to fuck around with me before I show you exactly with who you're dealing with."

Jimin evidently froze on his chair, unable to look anywhere else because it felt as though he was strapped to not even fidget a muscle. His eyes only stared at the endless abyss of Yeosang's glare, feeling his own hand cramp by how tight its in a fist against his lap.

No one has ever spoken to him so pissed off like this before, ever.

He usually has the upper hand on everything he does, now he doesn't.

Or, at least Yeosang believes, but clearly he doesn't know Jimin.

He doesn't know how Jimin never stands down when being talked down to, even if the odds are against him. He will not be so easily told off just because someone snapped at him to.

He's no little bitch, and he won't let someone threaten him so easily.

So he didn't fight back his own glare. It was almost as though whatever energy Yeosang was forcing out as a source of intimidation fueled Jimin's pride, not backing down no matter how frightening the other tried to keep him in place with his eyes alone.

Jimin doesn't get shaken so easily by anybody.

"I'm not scared of you," Jimin mutters bitterly under his breath, daring himself to scowl his lips, "If anything, you should be scared of me because you also don't know what I'm capable of doing either. Truth is, I don't want us to fuck as you probably think I do, I just want the satisfaction of knowing that I can manage to make you want me like everyone else."

This made Yeosang chuckles bitterly back, nearly laugh if it wasn't for the fact they were in a class right now. He's shaking his head now, but abruptly he placed a hand to the back of Jimin's neck and yanks him closer, forcing their faces to be inches apart.

Jimin tenses up, gritting his teeth to suppress the noises of the surprise to the action, unable to help himself from glancing to Yeosang's perky pink lips before looking to his endless eyes.

He has some balls to do this shit in a fucking classroom, with other students and in front of the Professor.

Ha, he is shameless after all.

"Is that so?" Yeosang drawls, the amusing venom dropping his voice, "Be careful with your words sweetheart, you might end up being the one desperately wanting me."

Oh, he really believes Jimin craves people?

Aw, that's so nice of him to think about.

"I don't do desperately wanting someone."

"Right," Yeosang snickers and let's go of his neck but Jimin couldn't even move, "You just challenged the spawn. Ah, let's hope you don't regret it, tiny shit."

Jimin narrows his eyes and manages to lean back, licking his own lips slowly, "It'll be hard to resist me at one point, especially if we're going to see each other often, no one can resist the Prince of Sins."

At the end of the day, if Yeosang falls for Jimin's tactics, that's when Jimin will know that this man is not the one for Joshua.

In general.

His best friend deserves someone loyal, and if this guy is trying to steal his heart, he'll have to get through Jimin first to see if he's trust worthy.

Yeosang only smirks at Jimin's comment sarcastically, fixing his eyes to the professor, who began his lecture once he noticed the whole class done with their work.

This only made Jimin flash a grin on his own, the dark thoughts traveling his head to the possibilities of what he can do.

Both of their eyes flashing in red to the deal now, not knowing this was actually going to be the start of their worst nightmare.

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A/N:
So as well all know now, I kinda like keep my characters equal somehow. Either strength wise or in somewhat somehow be equal, so best believe we're going to see a bit more of badass Jimin haha.

Who's ready!!

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