ARRANGED TO LOVE ?yoonmin?

''Jiminie, you ready?''

Jimin heard his mom asking him, from outside the door.

''Be there in a few'' he said in response, fixing his shirt.

'Not bad' He thought to himself, as he examined his reflection in the mirror. Ruffling his hair, he grabbed his school bag, which was on the bed, and left the room, after taking his phone from the nightstand.

Descending down the stairs, he spotted Chaeyoung and his mom sitting on the dining table. Chaeyoung was wearing her uniform, she looked pretty good.

''Good morning ladies, and ladies'' Jimin greeted, enthusiasm laced in his voice, after spotting Chaeyoung's questioning look, he added '''Cause I see no gentleman here'' He shrugged and took a seat, after pecking his mother's cheek.

''Where's dad?'' He asked, particularly to no one.

Chaeyoung opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by his father's voice.

'''M here''

Jimin greeted his father good morning, smiling brightly. Soon Chaeyoung followed suit, and greeted him, earning a greeting back.

''Exited for your first day at school?'' Their mother asked, wriggling her eyebrows.

''Yup, Isn't it obvious on my face?'' Jimin asked, while putting on his most fakest smile possible. ''I'm so exited that I can't even wait to get there'' He continued, sarcasm dripping in his voice.

His mother rolled her eyes, sensing the sarcasm, and muttered something under her breath, which sounded suspiciously like ungrateful brat and Chaeyoung snorted.

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Time Skip

Swinging his backpack over his shoulder, Jimin got out from the backseat of the car, followed by Chaeyoung.

He casted a look at the arch shaped entrance gate, and there it was, in gleaming golden letters, the name of the school.

CYPHER HIGH.

The school of the rich's. Usually attended by those who are born with golden, or silver spoons. However, there are a bunch of talented ones, who secures thegc ir position in this school by working hard. Another reason for this school to be freaking popular, is because of the type of students who attend this prestigious building, starting from the children of big shots, heirs of huge companies, children of millionaires, kpop idols, celebrities, etcetera, etcetera... Apart from this, the school doesn't admit each and every one. To attend this school, you have to prove that you are worthy of a seat in this school. For this, the school checks your morales, iq level, your talents, etcetera etcetera. Even then, this school does have their fair share of obnoxious jerks, and jealous bitches. And not to mention, the school screams elegance, even from the outside.

Taking a deep breath, Jimin walked towards the school gate, with his sister by his side.

He could feel the almost all the students near the gate eyeing them both, as they walked past them. He had expected it, of course he knew that the eyes of the students would follow them. But he can't deny that it was a bit uncomfortable.

'I'm blaming dad for all of this' he mentally cursed his dad for forcing them to arrive the school in an expensive car. Sure, the students here were from rich families, but still the car would've spiked their interest to eye the siblings like hawks. Jimin would've preferred walking to school if it meant that he wouldn't have to endure all this staring. But who was he kidding? They would've stared then too, he was a freaking model for fuck's sake.