oh i’m tryin’ i’m tryin’ (not to think about you)
The first clear thought that flitted through Jimin’s head was beautiful. Min Yoongi was beautiful, with skin white as sugar, eyes dark glinting crescents, lips pink and bowed, and the cutest button nose Jimin had ever seen. He was wearing a black hoodie, the hood rucked up against the back of his bleach blonde hair, sleeves of the sweater covering everything except his fingertips.
The second thought was crap, he hates me.
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Jimin is trying to figure out how to stop having a crush, with little success. Probably because he’s not trying all that hard.
(or, in which Jimin is paired with grumpy, upperclassman Min Yoongi, whom he maybe definitely likes a lot more than is appropriate for a platonic class partnership)