Our secret

Can't hold myself back

I could feel his eyes on me for ages, it was a good thing I had a free period next so I could go out somewhere to eat and clear my head, or so I thought...

I could feel someone else's eyes on me too, I turned to my right and saw Tom, who sat beside me, he was looking down at my paintings on the table, I could use someone's feedback, and I sure as heck aren't going to be asking Jungkook. "Hey Tom, what are you thinking?" I must've scared him a bit as he jumped a little, "Oh, um, I was just thinking about the sky you've got up here, maybe you could add a little something to it, clouds, a rainbow, some birds?"

"That's such a good idea! thanks for the help, how's yours going?"

For the remainder of the lesson me and Tom discussed our artwork, he made me laugh quite a bit too. His art was impressionism, loads of trees and buildings in all sorts of colours, it was inspiring to say the least. He even showed me different ways of holding the paintbrush, helping me tilt my hand the perfect angle to the paper. After the lesson I said goodbye to him and began to tidy away my paints. Everyone had left the room and I started to wash my brushes in the sink, until I felt arms wrap around my hips and spin me round, "What the-"

Jungkook was looking at me, but not like anything I'd ever seen before, there was an emotion behind his eyes he was trying to hide, but I could see it in his expression, jealousy. "What are you doing Kook?"

"I couldn't stand to see him talk to you, make you laugh, touch your hand." His voice was low and spiteful, "Well it's not like you can do anything about it, can you" I tried to push his hands away and continue what I was doing, but his grip was strong. He was standing so close I could smell his cologne, my legs felt as though they were turning to jelly.

He leaned down towards me, I felt speechless, he pressed his lips against mine, getting rid of any thoughts I was previously thinking, I didn't want him to stop, although I knew that he probably should. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, trying to make it impossible for him to stop. His hands began travelling up my waist, we need to stop, what if someone walks in.

I stepped back and pushed him away from me, "What about the pact, Kook, we can't do this."

"Screw the pact" he breathed heavily, "I can't control myself around you" he sounded annoyed with himself, his hands tightening to fists, "it's okay Kook, we'll make this work somehow, no-one needs to know."

I hated admitting that some part of me was magnified to him, there was something about him I'd never seen before, but I couldn't stop seeing. "Will you help me wash these brushes?" I asked, so we stood in silence, the only noise being the water hitting the bottom of the sink, dyed with the paint from the brushes.

I tried to think about solutions all throughout my free period and lunch, there had to be someway we could do something, even if there was no way we could tell everyone. I couldn't even focus in biology, embarrassing myself when the teacher called on me and I had no idea what she had just been saying, I had to focus, so I pushed everything else to the back of my mind and focussed on the lesson instead.