The bad boy stole my bra (On Hold)

Worried sick

Tap tap tap

I continued to bounce my knee up and down, rolling the pencil between my fingertips as the teacher's voice echoed around the room.

The time purposely going in slow motion earning a few frustrated groans from here and there. Honestly I would like the idea of quitting college but since I had nothing to do in my life, I had figured atleast something to look up to would help me. But I'm beginning to have second thoughts about it

My eyes fluttered shut annoyingly as the teacher handed us some papers for us to complete. My mind drifted apart into thinking of the upcoming party. The 30th anniversary of the school was on this Wednesday, that meant that anytime soon jimin and my fake relationship would be public.

I was not saying I wasn't ready for it, I mean I would love to see the other's reactions but the fact that yoongi would be there too. I don't know about his date yet, no one seemed to have attracted him yet from what I had noticed. But it's none of my concerns.

I boredly went through all of the questions, writing what I thought was right and not giving it a second thought either.

My mind was clogged from the previous event with jimin, heck my heart beated faster whenever I came across that thought. But the same happened whenever I thought about yoongi. I was a person trapped in a love triangle choosing which person to love.

I wasn't into the whole romantic type but my life was slowly turning into one.

I didn't know much about love either so this all was kind of new to me.

My eyes caught a certain someone sitting at the very corner, eyes focused on the paper and mouth busy by chewing on the tip of the pencil.

This certain someone was the one I was trying to avoid. Whenever I felt him near me I would be clumsy at times where I would hurt myself which in turn made matters more worse.

His silver locks bouncing above his forehead whenever he looked up at the board to see what the teacher was writing seemed too cute to me. No matter how tough or how silly he acted even though he forced me into becoming his girlfriend, it wouldn't hurt to admit that what would it actually feel like if I ever dated him in reality.

It bubbled up a chuckle from me but before I could quite it down it came out earning a few glances at me. The thing I most dreaded was that he was looking right back at me with a knowing smile.

A small dimple occurring over his wide smile. He shamelessly winked at me before turning away back to his work.

Cheeks red from embarrassment I quickly controlled my shaky hands to hold the pencil correctly but ended up knocking it away from my table. I sighed deeply and crouched down to get it before placing it back on the table.

What I didn't notice were two pair of eyes checking me out.

His eyes furrowed upon seeing where their eyes landed and made him clutch his hand tightly around the pencil, nearly breaking it in half. Glaring at the two boys he swiftly stood up when the teacher called his name, fully aware of his surroundings.

Miss soojung smiled gracefully as her favourite student walked infront of the class standing proudly with broad shoulders. His uniform neatly displayed on him yet his face said otherwise.

A minute ago he was all cheeky but now that I noticed he had dark circles under his eyes, creases over his forehead and sweat glands under his soft locks which now were half way soaked up in his sweat.

My eyes softened and something in me hurt to think that what could've happened to him. I was there with him all the time but not once he said anything to me. It worried me to think that he was going through something which he himself couldn't say to me.

I couldn't really blame him because all I did was avoid him today but jimin didn't seem to mind it from what I noticed earlier.

His hands were shaky to begin with and then his lips quivered when he began to speak. "I will be announcing some students–" jimin groaned and leaned over the front desk, I quickly stood up unconsciously.

His breathing got fast in a second which caused him to fall drastically on the floor. Miss soojung quickly rushed to his side along with other students.

I chewed my lower lip in anticipation, I couldn't really see his condition since everyone was covering jimin. I quickly took out a towel from my bag– didn't know how that got in there– and quickly rushed towards the sink to wet it with some cool water.

Everybody crowded over to him while the teachers were picking the unconscious jimin. With equally shaky hands as my running mind I hurried towards him and placed a wet towel on his forehead, pushing past the students.

The staff including the teachers quickly took him to the treating room including all the other nurses.

I let out a huge sigh relaxing my tense muscles a bit. My mind was running errands wondering what the fuck just happened. Firstly I was worried sick over a guy I had a fake relationship, second jimin just seemed fine to me couple of minutes ago.

So whatever effecting him was that something he must've drank or eaten earlier. But I had to wait until he was fine to ask him what happened–I'm not even sure if he'll open up to me.

I ran a hand through my hair– a habit I had gained from jimin apparently– and looked around to see other students taking their seats.

I felt suffocating here, windows closed and the constant sound of the fan creaking disturbed me more than it should. Maybe I just needed some air.

I haphazardly collected my things asking permission first to go outside and study. The teachers didn't really care whether you studied or not– as long as we were here to let them do their job, it was fine for both of us.

I smiled half heartedly at the teacher and scattered away from the class.

I stopped midway as soon as I saw jimin's face relaxed on the side of his bed. Some teachers were surrounding him, it seemed like they were discussing something.

I sighed softly and peaked more into the room noticing them taking blood samples of him. He seemed calm but I was worried sick about him– all of a sudden what affected him like that?.

My eyes traveled down to the door handle looking as tempting as ever but I couldn't go in just yet no matter how much it urged me to go in, I needed some alone time with him and seeing how much of a problem it was right now I couldn't disturb them in finding out what was wrong with him.

I flinched when I felt warm pair of hands on my shoulder turning me around– face to face with a sweet, pale looking man smiling just from the corner of his lips.

"Y/n what happened?", his eyes gave comfort to me as they softened up. I looked to my side and leaned over the door facing away from the cause of my worry. His eyes shot up towards jimin's face and something deadly flashed through his eyes or rather something really mischievous.

"You're worried about him?", he pointed towards jimin and I nodded in return. "I don't know what happened to him, he suddenly fell unconscious feeling dizzy", I felt a lump form in my throat which made it even more difficult than it already was.

I suddenly burrowed my face in his chest closing my eyes for a moment. I didn't know what I was feeling, it felt strange and I wasn't stupid enough to know that I was starting to build feelings for this man– I was new to this whole thing so I didn't know how to cope with it.

So closing my eyes for a bit I held yoongi close to me tighter not caring what he thought.

His arms unhesitatingly tightened around my weak figure and held me close for some time.

What I failed to notice was a knowing smirk creeping up on his wicked face slowly while looking at jimin's pale yet calm face.