Smoke Me.

Chapter 46: Pillow

AN: This chapter and the next four are from Jungkook's perspective.

'So boring. I should've taken half a pill when V did.'

"Psst. Jungkook."
"Is there anything you'd like to share with the class Park?"
"No, Mrs. Choi. I apologize for interrupting."
I peeked down at Jimin's pink head which was further and lower than I wanted it to be. The rows of desks were all placed on massive wooden stair-like structures, and it was making it hard to even graze the head of a student whether you were sitting at the desk that was literally above theirs.

"What?" I bluntly whispered his way and got a lot of "Shh!" sounds from my fellow students and one evil glance from the teacher.

I stared at her and she stared back. Then she went back to writing something on the blackboard.

Jimin threw a crumbled piece of paper up in the air. I reached for it but failed to grab it.

The paper fell to the floor.

Jimin wrote something on another piece of paper, ripped it, and threw it back up. Did it again and again until I caught it on the fifth try.

I was winded and scolded through telepathy by the girl that was sitting on Jimin's left after nearly getting hit by paper balls four times in a row.

But luck was on our side since Mrs. Choi was busy writing, hence her back was completely turned.

I mouthed a 'sorry' to the girl and then flattened the paper.

"Were you with Namjoon yesterday? He promised he'd help me write a paper."
I stared at the words. And kept staring at them until the note might've as well caught on fire.

'He wasn't with the guys because they came over after and asked if we'd seen him. He wasn't with Malek cause he's been playing games all night so he went to sleep early. And he wasn't with Jimin either. So, where...'

I wrote back a small "No." And let it fall on his desk. Too bad it rolled off and Jimin didn't catch it so he had to crawl under the desk to get it.

"Park!" And his head hit the underside of the desk. "Why are you not on your chair?!"
"My pen fell, Mrs. Choi."
The teacher scoffed.

"What was I was saying? Ah yes, the intrinsic style of..."

I watched Jimin open the note and then close it like it was a book.

"What was that about?" V whispered in my ear.

'He saw him! Mrs. Choi saw Taehyung talking! But she didn't scold him. Again! She never does...Eh, I'm witnessing favoritism at its finest.'

"Namjoon didn't sleep in his bed last night." The words that left my mouth sounded like I was more concerned about it than I intended to be.
"And?"
"Is there anything more important than the most important class you're ever going to take, Jeon Jungkook?"

'Woman. This is an amphitheater so your desk area and blackboard are so far away...Like levels below us, so how! For scientific reasons purposes, do tell me, how in he'll name are you able to hear us from down there?! Or see us with your back turned?! Are you a medical miracle or an alien?' I talked to her using my thoughts but thankfully, I couldn't use telepathy yet.

"Jeon? You can't move or speak anymore? Has that ear infection rendered you paralyzed now?"
I stood up and sighed, before uttering a deadpan: "No. Mrs. Choi. I'm sorry."
'You're not going to make the whole class hate Taehyung? No? Just me? Ok. I'll sit down now.' I thought.
"How about you remain standing for the rest of this period? That way, there'll be nothing to distract you from learning."
The smirk that followed that genius idea had me internally screaming, smiling with both eyes shut, and feeling like I was about to cry from frustration.