"PARK JIMIN!!"

I couldn't help but let out a sigh. It's always like this. Every single day. 

The students at Busan's Academy of Performing Arts study to become dancers, singers, perhaps both in hopes of making it to the world of fame. This, of course, includes me and the twenty other students in my classroom. 

"YAH! PARK JIMIN WHERE ARE YOU?!?"

But why do I get the feeling that this isn't so for just one student in our class?

The door opened to reveal a panting man. He scanned the classroom until his eyes locked on me, my expression showing nothing but complete boredom. 

"YAH! PARK JIMIN!" He pointed his finger at me while stomping towards his seat which was inconveniently placed next to mine. Inconvenient for me at least. 

"You didn't wait for me to pick you up! Why did you leave so early?! Do you know how long I waited for you?!"

"I never agreed to you picking me up to go to school." 

 "But I told you I'd pick you up!"

This guy..Jung Hoseok. Always feels the need to bother me. It started out as small harassment - picking on me and pulling pranks only he thought were funny. Then somehow, over the past year, it turned into something more. Always wanting to pick me up, always wanting to go out and hang with me.  His skin-man ship is nothing like I'd seen before. And somehow - I don't know when or even how this happened - we became best friends. That's what he started announcing to the whole school - that if anybody messed with me they'd be messing with him. 

I don't mind having someone like him in my life. In fact, if he were to not be in my life anymore, it would be boring. He enjoys teasing me, and I enjoy giving him responses which will rile him up. I'm not too sure about us being best friends, but I know for sure that he is a pretty important person in my life. 

"Jiminie~~" 

I couldn't help but cringe at the aegyo. It was on point, but also quite disturbing. 

"Jimiiniiieeeee~" 

Ahhh..there he goes with the pouting. He's a year older than me but why is he like this?

"Okay okay, we can walk to school tomorrow."

With a  jump in the air and a pinch of my cheeks, Hobi turned in his seat and began to settle down. His presence somehow brighter than before. 

 It's always like this. Every single day. And somehow, I can't help but enjoy it. 

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A/N: guys i really don't know how I'm gonna write this. 

I wanted to try POV style, where every chapter would have one or two points of views from each person. It's harder than I expected, but I still wanna try it. 

I guess this will be a long fanfic. Considering how each entry is pretty short, there may be frequent updates. 

Let me know your opinons pretty please on this kind of style? Thank You!