Okay y’all chapter 2 is up😊💙
I loved writing this chapter and I want to thank @thatoneemokpop-02 for being there to bounce ideas off of 😊 chapter 3 coming soon!
TW: emeto, censored swearing, mention of food (kinda) (if y’all see any I missed, let me know💙)
Chapter 2
By the time class ended, Namjoon had most of the class on the edge of their seats.
“Okay, we’re gonna stop here for today, everyone read section one if you can. We’ll discuss it tomorrow when we come in.”
The bell rang, allowing the students in Jimin’s class to go to break. Jimin had planned to stay for a minute and talk to Namjoon, but Namjoon had gotten a phone call from his husband, Jin, last minute. He decided to just pack up and head on to his locker after giving a quick wave to the professor. Namjoon returned it.
Jimin got to the hallway, finding his new locker relatively quickly. He put in the combination for the lock, and then opened it to begin switching things around that should or shouldn’t go with him to his next class.
“H-hey Jimin.”
Jimin turned around quickly to see a guy who was nearly his height. He had blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and a rather shy smile. Jimin had seen him before, but it had been years since they’d spoken. The most recent time was in sixth grade when Jimin was in desperate need of a pencil and this boy happened to have a spare.
“Hi!” Jimin was really mad at himself for forgetting the boy’s name.
The boy looked bashful, and then spoke.
“I think we have the same music class. Have you had Mr. Richards before?”
“No, not yet. I’ve heard he’s a tough grader.” Jimin smiled, and the boy did as well.
“I’ve heard the same thing. I’m hoping it’s more writing music than studying Mozart and the rest of them.” He laughed nervously. “I’ve never been that into studying.”
“Me either.” Jimin felt a little common ground with this new boy. He’d much rather be writing than studying, even if it was for Namjoon’s class.
“Well, I’m gonna go grab some breakfast… I’ll see you in music?” The boy spoke shyly.
“Sounds like a plan.” Jimin smiled back, watching as the boy walked toward the cafeteria. He seemed to be a nice guy, but much more awkward than Jimin typically went for.
When the bell finally rang, Jimin headed down to the music room. He was one of the first to sit down, so he was able to watch everyone come in. He loved observing everyone. After meeting the boy from earlier, he had to admit that he paid special attention to where he sat.
He ended up choosing a seat at another table. Jimin was honestly a little disappointed.
“Okay class, we are going to start out with roll call…”
Jimin hated this part of class. Having to raise his hand in front of everyone and hope his “here” fit in with the rest of society’s. It was just… no. Thankfully, he made it through, and managed to sound decently okay.
“Min Yoongi?” The teacher called out, and the boy from the hallway raised his hand and replied in a tiny “here.”
Jimin felt his entire body electrified in shock. How on earth had he came up with that name when he hadn’t heard it in so long?
“That should be everyone. Now, I’m going to start us off by doing a project. I’ve pre chosen your partners. You should see your name along with your partner’s name on the whiteboard in the back of the room. Find each other. And chop chop, I don’t have a lot of time to get all our material in.”
As fate would have it, Yoongi and Jimin’s names were together. Jimin couldn’t help but smile a little. After having talked to him a bit and seeing him in class, he had taken a tiny liking to the guy. He was cute, in a small, nerdy, awkward sort of way.
By the time Jimin and Yoongi had met in the middle of the crowd, the teacher had already started on the directions for the project. It was some sort of definition-teamwork thing he’d put on a worksheet.
Yoongi smiled, blushing a bit behind his thick, black-rimmed glasses.
“I guess we’re in for more studying then?” Jimin joked, referencing their discussion from earlier.
“Sadly.” He laughed. “Need to borrow a pencil?” Yoongi’s eyebrow raised just a smidge, revealing his cute smirk.
“Actually, I think I do.” Jimin had left his bookbag on the other side of the room.
Right before they started their sheet, two students on the other side of the room got into an argument. Turns out (based on their yelling) they were exes.
“Yoongi,” the teacher called. “Switch over here. Jimin, you stay where you are.”
Yoongi and Jimin’s smiles both faded quickly. Jimin went to return the pencil, before Yoongi told him to “Keep it, he might need it later.” Yoongi gave a sad smile, and then went to the other side of the room.
Jimin glared at his new partner.
Things moved along after that. Periodic glances at Yoongi were definitely taking place. But for some reason, Yoongi looked different. More pale perhaps? And he could have sworn he saw him holding his stomach through his jacket.
“Dude are you even paying attention?”
Jimin turned back to his partner. He wished he could trade back more than anything.
“I have literally done 3/4ths of this page. If you can’t suck it up and finish at least one definition by yourself, then i think I see why she dumped your dumba**.”
The boy looked angry, but continued to finish the page. Meanwhile, Jimin kept a close eye on Yoongi. He hoped he was alright.
By the time class was over, Yoongi was looking a lot worse. He was sweating profusely, his skin almost ghostly white, and his grip on his desk was white-knuckled. Jimin, and anyone else who could see him, could tell he was in pain. Everyone except the teacher that is.
The second the class was actually dismissed, Jimin went over to Yoongi, stooping down beside him.
“Hey, you okay? You don’t look like you feel good.” Jimin saw him shiver.
All Yoongi could do was shake his head, before a soft gag had him curled to the side away from Jimin. The teacher was now on the way over with a wastebin.
“Is he sick?” the man’s voice did nothing but make Yoongi feel rushed and uncomfortable. Jimin took the bin, holding it under Yoongi’s chin.
“I just came over here because he looked pale and then he got worse.”
“Well, I’ve got another class coming in so I’ll write you a late note for your next class just see to it that he gets to the nurse’s office.”
Jimin nodded, and watched the professor walk to his desk.
Yoongi whimpered, gagging again, then just panting heavily over the container.
Jimin didn’t know how to help. In his fanfictions, handling a sick character was easy. They always wanted you to help and they always accepted whatever you did. What if what he normally did made Yoongi worse? Or even worse than that… what if he rejected it altogether?
“P-Please j-just d-do it J-Jimin…” Yoongi whimpered, holding his stomach tight.
Jimin’s eyes widened. This was the second time this guy had known what he was thinking… it had gone from coincidental to… whatever word you wanna use. Still, he had no time to think.
This was when he had to use his “fanfic experience” and just hope for the best...