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𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯...

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵...

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯...

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵...

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 -

Breath.....BREATH!!

My eyes nervously looked around the classroom, trying to avoid looking at my classmate staring back at me. My heart was bounding uncontrollable, as sweat was slowing developing on my forehead and armpits. I didn't want to be up here, I'll take an F for this if I have too, but if my parents see another F on my project report, I'm definitely screwed.

Ms. Patty: Y/n, will you please present the project you and your partner has been working on. I know your partner isn't here, but on behalf on him not presenting, it would be best if you finish up what you both have been working on.

Yeah no shit genius. Its easy for you to say that, but coming from someone that is literally a hermit to society, that's impossible. I looked back down at my handwritten notes I did the night before to prepare me for today, but it became useless in the end. The words look gibberish to me, so I closed my eyes tightly to do a quick prayer to anyone out there to help me get through with this.

Ms.Patty: Okay y/n, you can-

The door suddenly slammed opened. My eyes slowly opens to see my some of my classmates looking at who entered.

??? I'm sorry, are we next?

My heart somewhat stop bounding as hard as it was a few second ago as I heard of the person voice. My head looked at the door to see it was no other than my partner.

Ms.Patty: Well, this is a surprise, your mother called saying you were sick Taehyung.

Taehyung: I'm not as bad as I was, so I came as quickly as I could.

Just as he entered into the classroom, he place his book-bag on the closest table near him. As he approach towards me with a sickly smile that seems sweet, but hiding away his aching pain. I handed him my paper before he slowly bend down to whisper in my ears.

Taehyung: you can breath now, I'm here.

He place his hand on my shoulder just before the teacher called out to me.

Ms.Patty: y/n, your partner came all this way to help you, would you like to sit this one out?

I looked up at my teacher before looking at Taehyung to see him still having that tired boxy smile at me.

y/n: no, I would like to go on.

That's all it took. It wasn't his touch or his smile, but his words. His words still lingers in my head, like music on repeat. "He's here", so I can breath at ease now, but little did he knows, my breathing was never at ease since that day. All the time we spent working on this project, I've never felt this before until the day we were presenting. I was young and naive to think it was a little crush developing, but the more I learn, the more I've discover what's love was all about at age 14.