Park Jimin is a nerd

The school's backyard was Yoongi's territory. Gray concrete, the smell of dampness and cigarette smoke—he felt at home here, far from prying eyes. He sat on an overturned box, his legs stretched out in heavy boots, lazily smoking, staring into space. His stern gaze, his hands in his pockets, his ready to snap at any word—he was the embodiment of isolation. A thug, an outcast. He didn't argue with that.

He didn't hear the footsteps right away. Light, quick, completely alien in this gloomy setting. Yoongi tensed, expecting to see one of the locals, but looked up and met a familiar blond head.

Jimin.

He stood there in a perfectly ironed light sweater, with his signature round glasses, clutching a stack of textbooks to his chest. "The Nerd"—that's what they called him at school. And it was true: neat notebooks, a library during breaks, answers to all questions. But there was one oddity about this blond that unsettled Yoongi. Jimin wasn't afraid to come close. As if he didn't notice the invisible wall Yoongi had built to shield himself from the world.

“Hello,” Jimin said quietly.

Yoongi didn't respond. He gripped his cigarette tighter and turned away, making it clear the conversation hadn't gone well. He expected a lecture on the dangers of smoking or Jimin to simply leave, frightened by his gloomy demeanor.

But Jimin did what Yoongi least expected.

He walked around him and, without asking permission, sat down right on the concrete parapet next to him. Yoongi felt the warmth of his body instantly touch his shoulder. Jimin sat so close that their jackets touched. This was a violation of all boundaries. Yoongi was used to being feared and avoided. He hated being approached, but this guy seemed to simply not understand the word "no."

Jimin didn't say anything. He placed the books on his lap and pressed himself against Yoongi's shoulder. At first, it was barely noticeable, but then, feeling that he wasn't being pushed away, he pressed closer. The blond head tilted to the side.