CO1 (intertwined hearts)
Warnings: swearing?! Injury
Pairing: Yu Jimin x reader x Kim Minjeong
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The sirens wailed as Jimin ran from the scene. Her hair and clothes soaking as she huffed out incoherent words, the adrenaline pumping through her. Getting in her car and driving off, the police caught up to her, making her swerve into a water tank. “Fuck,” she exhaled as the flashlight of the police shone on her face. “You again, Yu?” The police officer shook his head, exasperated.
Walking through the bustling hallway, you head to your locker, books and bag in hand, glancing at the group of people hanging around.
“Hey Yu! That was sick last night,” a girl in a leather jacket adorned with high-end jewelry laughs out as she points at the girl entering the school. Turning your head in that direction, you catch sight of Yu Jimin... in crutches?!
“Fuck off, Yujin,” Jimin shakes her head, laughing with the girl, Yujin. Still staring at the group of friends being loud and obnoxious, Jimin turns her head, making direct eye contact with you that you quickly break. You don't like associating with people like that. They only cause trouble for everyone they interact with. With that, you stow away your bag, only grabbing the books you need.
Walking to English Literature, you feel a sigh of relief, finding Kim Minjeong, the class president, sitting right at her designated seat, which happens to be just next to yours. You've never spoken with her directly despite her status in the student council, but you've always admired her—from the way her blonde hair glistens to the way she’s always serious in her role. Minjeong has a reputation for being cold and distant, her demeanor icy and unapproachable, yet it only adds to her allure.
You, on the other hand, are known as the quiet, religious girl, the daughter of a pastor, who prefers to keep to herself. Your focus is on your studies and faith, rarely straying into the chaos that others seem to thrive on.
As you settle into your seat, the door swings open again. This time, it’s Jimin, limping in with her crutches, her dark hair falling messily over her face, yet somehow still looking effortlessly cool. Jimin’s known as the school’s notorious bad girl, a playgirl who doesn’t care about rules, always with a different guy or girl on her arm, and her friend group is just as infamous—loud, rebellious, and always stirring up trouble.
The teacher, clearly unamused, looks up from his notes. “Nice of you to join us, Ms. Yu. Should I expect another disruption, or is that enough for today?”
Jimin smirks, leaning heavily on her crutches as she maneuvers to her seat. “Only if you’re lucky, Mr. Choi.”
The class erupts into laughter, the tension broken. Even you find yourself chuckling at her audacity, despite your usual disapproval. But Minjeong doesn’t laugh. Instead, she glances at you, her expression unreadable, making you feel a twinge of something—guilt, maybe—for even momentarily finding Jimin’s antics amusing.
As the laughter dies down, Mr. Choi clears his throat, drawing the class’s attention back to him. “Alright, settle down. We’ve got a new assignment to discuss. I’ve decided we’ll be doing a pair project—a small debate on the novel we’ve been reading. Each pair will present their arguments, and you’ll be going against another pair to defend your point of view.”
The class groans collectively, but Mr. Choi continues undeterred. “I’ve taken the liberty of having your student council president, Minjeong, set up the pairs. So, if you have any complaints, take them up with her.” He shoots a wry smile in Minjeong’s direction, who nods stoically in response.
Mr. Choi reads out the pairings. “Kim Minjeong and Y/N, you’ll be working together. Yu Jimin and... Han Seulgi, you two are paired up.”
You blink in surprise, turning to glance at Minjeong. She doesn’t look back at you, but you can see a slight tightening of her jaw. You weren’t expecting to be paired with her, especially since you’ve never really interacted with her outside of classes. Still, you quickly stow away your surprise, reminding yourself that Minjeong is probably just doing her job.
“Exchange contact information now if you need to,” Mr. Choi adds as he wraps up the instructions.
You shyly turn to Minjeong, who’s already pulled out her phone. “Um, we should probably exchange numbers,” you say softly.
Minjeong nods, typing in your number without a word. “I’ll message you later about when we can meet to discuss the project,” she says in her usual composed tone.
“Sounds good,” you reply, feeling a bit relieved that she’s taking the lead.
As class ends and you’re gathering your things, you notice Jimin limping out with her crutches, flanked by her friends who are chattering loudly. As you step out into the hallway, you hear Jimin’s voice, low and mocking, from behind you.
“Hey, Minjeong,” Jimin calls out, catching up to the blonde who’s calmly walking toward her next class.
Minjeong pauses, turning to face Jimin with an expression that’s more irritated than curious. “What do you want, Jimin?”
Jimin smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Why are you trying to get in her pants?”
Minjeong’s eyes narrow slightly. “I’m not,” she replies coolly, not rising to the bait.
“Really?” Jimin takes a step closer, leaning on her crutches for support. “Because last time I checked, you have a problem with getting along with other people.”
Minjeong’s gaze hardens. “And you have a problem with getting with too many people.”
Jimin chuckles darkly, clearly unfazed by the retort. “And I bet I can get this girl too.”
Minjeong’s expression shifts, a hint of warning in her eyes as she replies, “Careful, Jimin. That’s the pastor’s daughter.”
Jimin’s smirk only widens, as if the challenge excites her. “Even better,” she says, her tone dripping with arrogance.
Minjeong steps closer, her voice dropping to a cold whisper. “Don’t mess with her, Jimin. She’s not like the others.”
Jimin meets Minjeong’s icy gaze with her own defiant one. “We’ll see about that.”
Minjeong holds her stare for a moment longer before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Jimin standing there with a lingering smirk. As Jimin watches her go, there’s a flicker of something—annoyance, perhaps, or maybe even anticipation.
Whatever it is, the tension between them is palpable, And at the center of it all, you remain unaware, yet to realize the growing storm that’s about to pull you in.
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