[yoongi-mood]

[One Month Later]

Jimin's POV

"And then I told him that blue was certainly not my colour," I manage to get out through laughter, and Rosé nearly doubles over as she giggles.

This is my favourite time with her— when we're alone and carefree. She has her hair pulled up in a bun and the smile on her face makes my heart feel happy. She looks radiant. Not "fuckable", not "hot", none of the other crude words Jackson uses to describe her. She just looks beautiful. 

Speak of the devil.

"How's my favourite couple?" Jackson interrupts, swinging his legs over the bench and coming to sit next to me.

We both move instinctively away from each other. When it's just me and Rosé, everything feels so comfortable. We just act like us, not thinking about what anyone else has to say. But the minute Jackson comes along, I feel like I need to behave differently.

Placing a stiff arm around her shoulder, we listen as Jackson prattles on about catching two people fucking in the bathroom —a girl and boy, so nothing that scandalous— and I notice how quiet Rosé goes. For one of the first times in my life, I really wish Jackson would leave.

"When are you two prudes going to finally fuck? I feel sexually frustrated for you buddy..."

I cough loudly from awkwardness, and I notice how Rosé shifts in her seat. Apart from an occasional peck, Rosé and me haven't been intimate since that moment in her bedroom. I will never admit this to Jackson, who would immediately know something was up if I told him that I had no desire to rush those kind of things.

But it's true, whenever I look at Rosé I don't want to rip her clothes off. Instead, I want to tell her about something funny that has happened to me, or listen to her tell me about her day. And judging by the fact that she hasn't brought up going to the next step, I assume she feels the same way.

"Do you want to come over tonight, buddy? Me and you could have a movie night like we used to..."

"I'm sorry, Jackson," I reply, "I have a party tonight."

"You can't be serious? You're still going to the LGs' parties even though you're with Rosé? Rosé, you can't be cool with this, can you?" Jackson asks, looking at me like I've just betrayed him.

"It's a party, Jackson, chill," Rosé says firmly, giving me a small smile.

I am reminded of why she is so great. She's one of the most loyal people I have ever met. I hadn't even told her about the party I'm going to and yet she stands up for me. Rosé isn't like the other Straights. She may not think I notice, but I see the way her eyes sadden whenever one of them makes a homophobic joke, or the way she supports Jisoo despite their differences.

"Don't come crying to me when they convert him into taking part in some gay orgy," Jackson says defensively, still glaring at me, "I just don't understand what you gain from being around them."

"They're my friends, Jackson." I'm getting rather sick of his ranting, "I like them. I have fun with them."

He doesn't look very happy with my answer, and my confidence seems to dissipate with the anger I see in his eyes.

"Have fun being fucked up the arse," Jackson says curtly, waving goodbye to Rosé and leaving me alone.

She snuggles closer to me now that he's gone, telling me to ignore his words. What I've never understood about Jackson is how whenever he talks to the LGs to me, it's never about them as individuals. Instead, it's about their relationship to me. It's almost like he cares more about me being part of their group because he can't see what I'm doing all the time.

"Have a fun night, don't let him put a dampener on your mood," she whispers to me before the afternoon bell rings, and I let myself shake off all these thoughts I've been having.

Despite Jackson being mad at me, I can't help feeling happy as I walk into math class. Yoongi is already sat at our desk, his eyes focused on the notepad in front of him. He's wearing all black again. Ever since that first snapchat, we talk every day. The conversation never goes anywhere inappropriate, but even talking to him about the weather is enough to make my heart do a thing.

I'm not sure what thing it is yet, but all I know is that I can't get enough of spending time with him.

"You excited for Hoseok's party?" he asks me as I take my seat next to him, and I mentally facepalm at the fact that I had forgotten Yoongi was going to be there.

Welp, there goes my plans of just wearing a tracksuit.

"It will be nice to hang out with him again, I haven't spent much time with him because he's been too busy doing..."

I trail off my sentence and point at Hoseok and Youngjae who are busy palming each other's crotches under the table. I swear, they have the sex drive of rabbits. Yoongi laughs, revealing his gummy smile, and then he redirects his attention to me.

"I doubt he's going to be free tonight either, by the looks of it. Sucks for you— guess you'll have to spend your evening with me."

"There are worse ways to spend a Friday night," I reply, but inside my heart is beginning to beat faster.

Do I trust myself around alcohol and Yoongi?

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one can never have too many parties in a highschool au.

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