Mr. Chemistry

20 • Bad Noodles

Mae Asha • November 6, 2018

School today was exhausting. I didn't have detention, and, thankfully, Jimin didn't pay much attention to me. Mila sat beside me again, which angered Neri beyond comprehension.

As I sat there, very deep in thought, Yoongi walked into my loft, with a girl.

Wait, what?

He's kissing her very sloppily, and he's a bit unsteady.

"Gross!" I screamed. "Get a room, freak!" I threw a pillow at them, which broke up their kissing.

Yoongi stumbled closer to me. "Out," he told me, burping as soon as the word left his mouth.

Lovely, he's drunk.

"Out? Where am I supposed to go?" I asked as I stood up.

"To N-Neri's...or something," Yoongi replied. "Shoo," he motioned towards the front door.

I shuddered at the thought. "You are so, so gross, Min Yoongi," I mumbled. "No having s*x on my bed!" I yelled.

I walked out of the loft, into the hall, then Yoongi immediately slammed the door behind me.

I stared at Jimin's door in front of me.

He'd let me stay with him for a few hours, right?

Let's hope so.

I knocked on his door and waited. Several seconds passed, then the door opened, only it wasn't Jimin who opened it.

It's Taehyung.

"Oh, Asha," Taehyung smiled. "Are you okay?" he questioned.

I shook my head. "Not at all, I'm disgusted, actually," I responded. "Is Jimin here?"

"Yeah," Taehyung said. "Come on in," he let me walk in.

Jungkook is sitting on a bean bag chair in front of the fireplace. He's looking at the TV, playing a video game.

Taehyung shut the door behind us. "So, what's wrong?" he questioned.

I looked at Taehyung. "My brother just kicked me out of my own home so he could stick his wiener in some chick," I responded.

Taehyung bursted into a fit of laughter. "Yoongi's across the hall...fucking someone!?" he screamed, clutching his chest.

I facepalmed myself. "So gross," I mumbled.

"Jimin's upstairs, he'll be down in a bit," Taehyung said through small giggles. "I heard you're into video games," he motioned for me to turn. "Go play with Jungkookie."

I lowered my eyebrows. "Please never, ever say that again," I told him, then I turned and walked over to Jungkook.

"Oh, hey, Asha," Jungkook quietly said as he focused on the screen.

"Call of Duty?" I rose an eyebrow as I watched the screen. "BO4?"

"Yes," Jungkook said. He fired a shot from his weapon, which killed the last living person on the other team. "Wanna play?" he looked at me.

"I get a little too into video games, it's embarrassing," I quietly laughed. "You go ahead."

Jungkook smiled, looking at the TV again. "Where's your brother?" he asked.

"You don't wanna know," I replied.

Jungkook rose an eyebrow. "At least he's not here; he gets so intense if any of us even talk about you," he told me.

I smiled. "He's a freak," I said.

I turned and walked over to the L-shaped couch. I sat down and pulled my phone out.

I have seventeen missed texts from Neri, she's raging over Mila sitting in her seat.

As I looked at my phone, someone gently touched my hair. "What's up, babe?" Jimin asked me. He pushed some of my hair back.

I looked up at him. "Yoongi's screwing someone in my home," I said. "Can I hang out here for a bit, please?" I drug on as I cheekily smiled.

Jimin gently nodded as he glanced to the TV. His hand lingered on the side of my head for a moment, then he sat beside me.

"Here," he said. He motioned for me to hand him my phone, which I did. "Next time you need to come over, just call or text me and I'll kick these two out," he told me. He put his number into my phone, then he handed it back to me.

I nodded as I looked down at his saved contact in my phone. "Thanks," I quietly said. "Tae's not gonna be weird, is he? He knows I'm your student."

Jimin smiled as he looked down at his hands. He turned one of the rings on his fingers.

"I've known Taehyung longer than any of my friends, he doesn't care, and he won't say anything to Yoongi," Jimin responded.

I lowered my eyebrows for a moment as I stared at him. Jimin glanced over to me, and before I could speak, Jimin grabbed me and buried his face against my neck, and that's when I felt him bite down.

I began laughing uncontrollably as I tried to push him away. "St-Stop!" I breathlessly said through giggles.

I ran my fingers through his red hair. I tried to escape by sliding to the end of the couch, but Jimin tightly held me in place.

"Ah, get a room, you two," Taehyung told us as he sat beside me.

Jimin placed a sloppy kiss on my neck, then he finally released me and sat normally.

Jimin looked over at Taehyung for a moment. "Or you could just leave, Tae, and give me and my girl some time alone," he smirked.

Wait, did he just call me his girl?

"Or you could stop being a total pervert in front of the maknae over there," Taehyung said. "I mean, he's practically a child!" he motioned towards Jungkook.

"I am not!" Jungkook yelled as he focused on the TV screen in front of him.

I looked at Taehyung as he glanced between the two of us. "Bad noodles," he mumbled.

My eyes widened at the comment, and I gave Taehyung my most serious face.

"Ah! Please don't take one of my gold stars away, Mrs. Puff!" I squealed. Taehyung broke into a fit of laughter. He leaned forward and clutched his stomach. "Patrick and I will save Roger!" I grabbed Jimin's hand and I held it up in the air. "I promise!"

Taehyung absolutely lost it. "How did you get that!? How do you remember these things, Asha!?" Taehyung asked, unable to stop laughing.

I giggled as I let Jimin's hand fall back onto his lap. "I'm, like, a Spongebob freak," I answered. "I've seen every episode probably a million times."

"Who says, 'I'm going to kick your butt'?" Taehyung asked. "Full names only, please."

I tilted my head. "That'll be Flats the Flounder, obviously, to Spongebob," I replied. "Also, Mrs. Puff says it at the end of the episode."

Taehyung looked at Jimin. "Jiminie, if you don't want her, I'll gladly take her," he said.

Jimin took a deep breath. "No, thanks, Taehyung," Jimin put his arm around my shoulders. "Asha's all mine, and I don't share."

I looked at Jimin as he stared at Taehyung, not even a hint of sarcasm is on his face.

Taehyung laughed. "You can relax, Chim, I won't steal your girl again," Taehyung said, then he looked at me, winked, and stood up. "I'm gonna head home. Kookie, you coming?" Taehyung asked Jungkook.

Jungkook glanced back to Taehyung. "I'm just gonna crash here. Is that cool, Hyung?" Jungkook asked Jimin.

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, Kook," he quietly replied.

Jungkook stood up and walked to the other couch, then he plopped down. "Thank God, I'm so tired," he pulled a blanket over his body, then he laid down on his side. "Put something on," he told us.

Taehyung smiled. "See you guys," he waved, then he walked out, and shut the door behind him.

"Asha, you have good taste in movies, right?" Jungkook asked me.

"Yes!" I leaned forward and grabbed the TV remote, which caused Jimin's arm to fall down behind my back.

Jimin, of course, had to make it weird.

His hand rested on my back and he slightly rubbed it, which caused me to shiver.

Oh, don't do that, Mr. Park.

"Wh-What type of movies do you like?" I asked Jungkook, trying to forget about the feeling.

"Anything," Jungkook answered. "Just don't pick something scary."

"Ha, nerd," I smiled. "Scary movies are lit, as long as you have a big, strong man to hold you."

Jungkook lifted his head and looked back at me. "More like a big, strong woman," Jungkook corrected me.

"No, I'm sure Jimin would be more than happy to hold you," I said. "He's very big, and strong, plus he is very gorgeous," I said. I placed my hand on Jimin's cheek without looking at him, then I pinched it. "Look at this face!" I giggled.

Jungkook made a weird face. "You are an odd, odd girl," he laughed, looking at the TV again.

"We should watch the Matrix," I spoke again, releasing Jimin's cheek. "There's three of them and they're, like, the best movies ever," I told them. "Yes? No?"

"Yes," Jungkook mumbled.

I went to Netflix and found the first one, then I pressed play. I pulled my legs up onto the couch, then I crossed them in front of me.

I glanced to Jimin, who's staring at the TV with his arm on the arm rest.

My eyes glanced to the blanket that's under his arm, it's folded neatly on the arm rest.

Jimin took a deep breath, then he handed me the blanket without speaking.

I let out a small giggle, then I covered myself with the soft blanket. I slipped my arm around his, then I rested my head against his arm.

I'm kinda glad I didn't call Neri and go over to her house; her brother's a total pervert.

So, at least now I get to hang with a hot pervert.

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