-same day-
The guys came over to my place that night to study for Mr. Park’s Literature class. Jungkook and Taehyung, predictably, immediately ditched their books and dove into video games.
“Yah! I brought you here to study, not to play. You can game *after* homework,” I snapped, snatching their controllers. I stood on a stool, holding the controllers just out of reach.
I heard a chorus of whining from my brothers and most of the others, but I needed everyone focused—especially if I didn’t want to end up tutoring with Jimin hovering nearby.
I wobbled precariously on the chair, regretting the height instantly. Jhope steadied the chair before I lost my balance.
“Thanks, Oppa,” I smiled, jumping down. Jhope laughed, knowing I rarely used that term, and I knew I was pushing my luck. “Don’t say that to any other guy, or you’ll be in big trouble.” He chuckled as we settled into the living room to study.
“Okay, RM, focus. What does ‘delinquency’ mean?” I closed my eyes, bracing for his answer. I prayed he knew something—anything—about juvenile crime.
“Doesn’t it mean a minor crime, especially one committed by young people?” RM answered, a smile playing on his lips. A wave of cheers erupted from the others.
“OMG, RM, you got it!” I hugged him, clapping. “Okay, twenty more words to go.” I turned the page and continued quizzing them.
-end of the day-
“Alright, everyone, head home now. Study more, and call me if you have questions.” I smiled, starting to clear the table littered with crumbs and empty drink cups.
“Yesssss!” they shouted in unison, grabbing their bags and heading for the door. Then my phone buzzed.
We all instinctively checked our pockets. It was mine.
“Oooo, is it y/n’s secret admirer?” Yoongi chuckled as I reached into my pocket.
“You could have said it was just yourself,” I retorted, then glanced at Yoongi and smiled coyly, then bolted before he could retaliate.
“Who is it?” Jin crept up behind me, then clamped his hand over my mouth. “Shhh, unless you want everyone to know.” I couldn’t help but blush. Jin and I were practically crouching under the basement stairs, inches from each other.
“It’s nothing, trust me,” I mumbled, poking his cheek. Why did I do that? I wanted to facepalm myself. Even Jin looked surprised. I just giggled and brushed it off. We spent about twenty minutes there, just talking. It felt like I hadn’t had that kind of connection with any of the guys. Spending time with Jin was nice, fun. That is, until RM found us.
“What are you two up to?” RM smirked, looking at us.
I wanted to laugh, but then I was lifted bridal style by Jin. Everyone stared, and I was astonished. Jin seemed utterly unfazed.
Once I was set down, I told everyone to head out because I still hadn’t opened my message after everything that had happened. Jungkook and Taehyung were mid-Fortnite match when I finally checked.
Unknown: *I see you’ve been helping RM study. Let’s hope he doesn’t get an F.*
My first thought was Jimin. I facepalmed and cursed under my breath, then kicked my feet in the air, letting out a scream. After a ten-minute tantrum, I finally responded.
Me: *You think sending me messages is going to scare me, Jimin Oppa?*
I smirked, knowing he’d either be jungshook or surprised. Being friends with these boys since childhood had taught me a lot of Korean. I’d overheard that Jimin’s ethnicity was Korean as well.
Jimin: *I see my little angel knows Korean. I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck.*
I felt a cringe creep up my neck, but kept my composure and didn’t respond. I went back to studying, then my alarm blared.
“Shit, I’m late!” I glanced at the clock. It was almost eight.
“Noona, you got ten missed calls from the guys. They’re still waiting downstairs,” Jungkook yelled from downstairs, laughing.
“You little bunny, why don’t you say anything?” I grabbed the first thing I saw—black sweats and a white t-shirt. I brushed my teeth as fast as possible and ran downstairs, stuffing everything I could into my bag. The guys were waiting, and I checked my phone.
“Yes, new record: 8:05, and I got ready in five.” I laughed. Most of the guys looked ready to kill me, but Jin was already driving to school.
“Oppa~ I’m hungry,” I whined, knowing they always stashed snacks. I was right. Yoongi tossed a McDonald’s bag at me. “Gomabseubnida,” I smiled, munching on whatever he’d grabbed.
We arrived at school at 8:10, and I could tell Jimin was pissed. I just smiled playfully and took my seat. I grabbed my test, then realized I remembered nothing. I looked around and saw Jimin smirking at me.
He’d done this on purpose. I clenched my teeth and looked at the test. I was so desperate that I even put “2” as an answer to one question, which sounded ridiculous because this wasn’t math.
Time was up. I handed in my test. Jimin didn’t even wait for everyone else; he grabbed his paper and lifted it to show everyone his A+. I was so happy, I gave a thumbs up, hoping I’d gotten one too.
F-
My world crumbled. I looked up and saw Jimin standing right in front of me.
“I’ll be seeing you after school again, y/n.” A shiver ran down my spine. I was a goner. All I could think about was running.