Taehyung peeked his head into the empty classroom, walking in when he saw it was empty. He crossed his arms, staring at the desk.
It's after school and he's not here...
He looked side to side before walking over to the teachers desk, scanning the top for any shiny screens. He crouched down, opening a drawer.
He immediately slammed it when he heard the classroom door creak open, falling from the impact.
"Sir-! It's not what it........looks like" Taehyung choked out, meeting eyes with the one and only. His face reddened, Jimin staring down at him,
"Sir?" Jimin whispered to himself, holding papers in his right hand.
Taehyung picked himself up quickly, dusting himself off, "I-I thought you were...the teacher. Sorry."
"Mm...so Mr. Shins not here right now?" His voice sounded so calming, it soothed Taehyungs nerves.
"I don't think so.." Taehyung muttered, holding his hands.
Taehyung never knew why he always got so nervous. Nervousness would turn into hysteria. The more he thought about Jimin and him, alone in a classroom, he felt the need to run. I mean, isn't this what he wanted? For Jimin to be with him again?
It's hot in here...
maybe I should come for my phone tomorrow..
Taehyung reluctantly walked to the door, hand reaching the edge.
He suddenly felt a gush of air run through his hair, shutting his eyes from how harsh it felt against his face. He was pushed against a hard surface, arms being held down. When the tangles of hair rested back on his forehead, he slowly opened his eyes.
His back was against a desk, face to face with Jimin. His expression was inscrutable, opposed to Taehyung who could've started gushing out a nosebleed.
"Why were you here?"
A question that stopped his rippling heart. It was unexpected.
"...m-my phone...got taken.."
Jimin looked to the side, he felt sort of stupid for asking. He looked back at Taehyung,
"Who was the new kid you were with yesterday?"
As the words left his mouth, Taehyung could've died. His face was the color of a bright sunset, sweat like he'd been running laps. He choked on the butterflies,
"J-Jeon Jungkook.."
"You two seem very...close."
Taehyung couldn't keep going. His perfect face burned into his mind, messing with every inch of his body. He couldn't blink, he couldn't miss a second of the perfection. He was intoxicated by that angelic face. It took everything in him to mutter,
"Are...you...jealous?"
Jimin stayed quiet, staring at his face. He glanced at his tangled, brown locks, down to his fluffy eyebrows. His eyes grazed upon Taehyungs masculine cheeks and chin, the way his pink nose ran perfectly down his face. He stole a glance at his lustful lips, glossy and bitten red. He met his eyes once more, noticing how long his eyelashes were.
"I-"
Abruptly his words stopped from the sound of clinking shoes, the shadow of them outlined under the door. Jimin and Taehyungs gasped simultaneously, staring back at each other with widened eyes.
A/n
finally a interaction...now get off my dick abt it🙄 jk keep riding I hope ur satisfied w this cliffhanger😩I did u a lil dirty my bad og, drink water 2 calm the nerves
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won't you love me? (vmin)
Romance*a yandere au perverted sick and sadistic >jimin+taehyung >incomplete
