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(Jimin's POV)

Always the same...

It's always the same thing.

Keeping his hands resting against the small girls hips as she coos little words into his ears Jimin grits his teeth and moves his head to the side for her to gain better access to his neck, his jaw tightening into a frown at the lack of satisfaction.

Why doesn't it feel the same anymore.

Why does every girl just bore me.

Ever since that damn night now I can't enjoy myself for shit.

"Jiminnie  you're so tense, should we go somewhere else so we can help that?"

What the hell.

"Uh."

I don't know what to say.

"Hey Y/N!"

....what.

Quickly flicking his eyes to the side and gazing down the hallway Jimin's gaze immediately sets on the tiny girl standing in front of Issac who uses his arm to block her way, her legs pushing together with obvious anxiety.

...what the hell?

Why is he talking to her again.

Didn't I make it clear enough in class to leave her the hell alone?

No wait.

Why should I care?

I don't care.

Shaking his head and turning back to the girl Jimin rests his hand against the stone wall and heaves a deep sigh as the girl allows her nails to slide against the cool material of his T-shirt, her small giggles causing nausea to overcome his senses.

"Wow Jimin, I didn't know you were having so much fun."

"So is that a no?"

Did Issac just ask her something?

What could that loser possibly need to ask her?

"Jimin?..."

Turning his head away from the girl to look over at the pair his entire chest constricts when he watches the girl take off running as fast as she can down the hallway, her body almost smacking into the wall when she turns the corner.

What the actual hell.

What did he say to make her run away?

He didn't make fun of her or anything did he.

...wait a second.

Realization overcomes Jimin's entire body as his fingers scrape against the concrete until they're balled into a tight fist, his head leaning back to try and control the agitation coursing through his veins.

He did not actually give her one of his bullshit sappy pickup lines.

"Jimin?..."

What the hell.

Why am I so angry.

What the hell!

"Why isn't it the same!"

Slamming his fist against the wall and pulling himself away from the girl that stares up at him in fear Jimin sets his eyes on Issac and grits his teeth, a deep sigh huffing into the air.

"J-Jimin what is going on with you-"

"Get the hell out of here. You're boring me to death."

Giving the girl a side eye glare until she takes off the opposite way of Issac Jimin begins stomping down the hallway towards Issac who keeps his sickly arrogant grin on his face, his eyes moving over to Jimin only when he's suddenly shoved up against the wall with his collar fisted in Jimin's hands.

"What the hell man! Jimin what are you doing?!"

"Seriously? Giving Y/N one of your dumbass pickup lines?"

"Y-Y/N?! Yeah what about her?! I didn't even know you knew her!"

"Yeah I know her dumbass isn't that obvious? Stay away from her."

"...Stay away from her?"

Issac suddenly looks into Jimin's eyes and busts out into a boisterous laugh and shoves Jimin off of his body, his hands fixing the wrinkled collar of his shirt.

"Seriously man? I know she's hot and all but I didn't know we were calling dibs on chicks now. However, I'm not going to stay away from her because she is one FINE woman and I want a piece of-"

Rearing his arm back before Issac can finish his words Jimin clocks him right in his jaw and sends him to the floor, Issac's body smacking against the tiled floors and his eyes shooting up to stare at Jimin in shock.

"What the hell man?! What is wrong with you?!"

"I told you. Stay away from Y/N. I'm serious."

"....You were just down the hall making out with a hot chick! What does some dweeb in a short skirt have anything to do with you?!"

Rearing his arm back again and causing Issac to flinch and cover his face with his arms Jimin stands up straight and fixes his backpack on his shoulders, his hand massaging his sore knuckles.

"She isn't a dweeb. Say something like that again and I'll beat your ass."

"....Okay Jimin Damn."

Standing up and wiping the blood beginning to drip down his nose Issac holds his palm against his nose and glares at Jimin, a small scoff escaping his bloodied lip.

"I'm going to turn you in for this."

"Go ahead see if I give a shit."

Crossing his arms and watching Issac take off down the hallway Jimin takes a deep breath and leans his back against the cool wall, his eyes casting down to gaze at his reflection in the shiny floor.

Great.

Now I'm in a bad mood.

Again.

"Park Jimin, Please report to the Deans office immediately."

What a priss.

He can't even take a punch without running to his daddy.

Lifting his body off the wall and flexing his sore knuckles already beginning to bruise Jimin puffs his lips out in a frown, his head peeking around the corner to possibly see Y/N, his chest relaxing when he sees her standing beside her seat slowly pulling her notebooks out of her bag.

Well...at least he didn't upset her too much.

Taking off down the now silent hallway and turning the corner to head to the Deans office a sudden shrill squeaky voice coming towards him causes a deep sigh to escape his lips, his glare deepening when he sees the woman walking towards him in tall spike high heels.

"Jimin! Wait! I need to talk to you!"

Honestly.

This day just keeps getting better and better.

(A/N) :P