Knock knock-
Yoongi felt someone tap his back and turned around. He saw a high school student wearing a name tag with the three characters "Park Jimin" engraved on it, looking down at him with bright, disapproving eyes.
"What is it?"
"Sir, put out your cigarette. If you smoke here, the smell will go up to the upper floor."
Yoongi chuckled in disbelief at the sudden request—or rather, order—to put out his cigarette. Jimin, standing in front of him, saw that laughter and became angry again.
"Sir! Are you kidding me? Oh, really, turn it off quickly!"
"Hey, high school student. Go and sleep. You need to grow taller."
"It's not even 12 o'clock yet!"
Yoongi saw Jimin getting angry and his face turning red like an apple, so he took out his phone and showed Jimin the time.
"Oh my, it's already 11:47."
"I don't need to sleep at that level! And I'm tall too!"
"Yeah, the ant will see it and say, 'Wow, it's a giant.'"
Jimin started to snicker again with his chick-like mouth, as if he was making fun of Yoongi.
"Sir! Don't tease me. And I'm going to file a complaint if you keep smoking here!"
"Okay, I understand. But high school student, hold my hand for a second."
To Jimin's continued threats, not requests, Yoongi, as if defeated, lit a still-hot cigarette on the cold asphalt of the alleyway and straightened his legs, which had been folded, to squat down. "Ss ...
"What is it?"
"Oh, that looks like you."
"to?"
"Take him as your little brother, chick-"
Jimin froze in place at Yoongi's last words and just watched his disappearing back.
*
The next morning, Jimin, still awake from the previous night's events, stumbled to the bathroom. Staring blankly in the mirror, he glanced at the bathroom clock—he'd installed one a few days ago, in case he was late—and opened his eyes wide as he prepared to go to school.
"I'll be back-!"
Tadak-
Jimin, who was running down the steep stairs two steps at a time as if pressed for time, was startled by someone on the first floor and momentarily twisted his ankle. "Ugh...ugh?" His body, which should have been in pain from falling down the stairs, was taken away by someone. Just then.
"What are you doing, high school student?"
"Huh? Sir? Sir, why are you dressed up?"
The Yoongi I saw yesterday was like a jobless uncle who only wore tracksuits and lived off his older sister's food, but the Yoongi I met this morning was completely different from yesterday, with a neat suit and calm hairstyle, and Jimin asked Yoongi a question without even thinking about his posture.
"...high school student."
"yes?"
"You're surprisingly proactive. You didn't like me yesterday. Are you a high school student?"
"What are you talking about... Eww, what is it?"
Jimin looked at himself at Yoongi's incomprehensible words. His arms were wrapped around Yoongi's neck, their faces barely touching, yet barely touching. Perhaps realizing his situation, his face flushed and he pushed Yoongi away.
"Ahh, high school student. You shouldn't say thank you like that."
"What kind of thanks are you? I should be grateful that you didn't grab my hair."
Yoongi stroked Jimin's hair and glared at Jimin.
"...High school student, aren't you going to school?"
"Ah...ah!! What time is it now??"
"It's - seven thirty now."
"Ugh, seven o'clock... inside?"
Yoongi checked the time on his wristwatch and told Jimin. Jimin's eyes widened and he asked Yoongi a question.
"Oh, it's 7:30. Why are you late, high school student?"
"Uh. I'm late... Sir!! Please, please save me..."
"What should I do?"
"then..."
*
Jimin, who was looking out the window after seeing Yoongi driving, had a smile on his face as if he was in a good mood.
"Hehe, mister. Can you give me a ride every morning?"
"Looking at what you're doing. But when did you ever talk to me, high school student?"
"No, well... sir, you can talk to me. Don't you feel good about making a friend..?"
"Wow, your mind is so open."
"I feel a little refreshed."
Hiya, good-, Opening the car window and letting in some air, Jimin giggled as if he was feeling good. Yugi, who had been driving with his eyes focused on the road, turned his head slightly to look at Jimin. "You're cute." Yoongi chuckled as if he was laughing at his own words, which he blurted out without thinking.
"Huh? Sir, just drop me off over there."
"Are you going to Ha-eum-go?"
"Yeah, I dance here. Mister, when you have time, do you want to watch me dance?"
"Okay, I get it. Give me your number, I'll call you."
"Are you going to take my high school number now?"
"Oh, tear it off. You're the first one."
"what?"
"Sir, I don't answer calls from numbers I don't know. What are you going to do if I reject you? By the way, sir, what's your name?"
"secret."
"Huh? Why is it a secret?"
"You might be surprised."
"Tch, then I'll save you as Mr. Uncle."
"okay-"
Jimin, tapping away at the keypad with his little fingers, smiled, as if he liked it. Yoongi also smiled, his lips quirking.
"Hello, sir!"
"hi-"
"Byeung...Aaah...Lee...Gooo...Diing..."
After Jimin left, Yoongi, who had been chewing over Jimin's number, added a cute number called 'Chick High School Ding' to his already empty contact list.