Take My Breath Away

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If there was one thing Jimin enjoyed about Fridays it was his 8AM English class. Not because he particularly liked English or found the teacher's ramblings about adverbs remotely interesting, no the reason why Jimin liked English class was the view. Through the window next to his desk he got a full view of the courtyard outside the dance and art building and sitting on the grass with his face turned to the other side was a platinum blonde boy stretching his long limbs. The boy, Yeonjun, and Jimin had been in the same dance class the previous year and Jimin had slowly developed a crush on the boy.

Yeonjun was ridiculously attractive, his body all muscle and face soft yet manly. He was so far out of Jimin's league that even the thought of Yeonjun finding Jimin attractive was laughable. He was always nice to Jimin though, and he couldn't help but indulge in his crush.

On Fridays Yeonjun had an early dance class that ended just as Jimin's English lesson started and Jimin internally thanked the university administration for aligning their schedules so perfectly. The boy liked to stretch outside, something Jimin was well aware of having joined him a couple of times when he was still attending the class, and he couldn't help himself from watching Yeonjun tend to his sore muscles. The sun was out and it reflected in Yeonjun's hair making him look almost angelic.

Jimin finally tore his eyes away from the boy outside to focus his attention back on the teacher who was listing new words for them to learn until next class. He picked up his pen and started copying the scribbles in his notebook, he would much rather have kept looking at Yeonjun.

If his 8AM English class was one of his favourites of the week then it was a stark contrast to his 10AM class. Since Jimin couldn't take dance anymore he had looked for a new elective subject, he'd found it difficult but finally settled on photography thinking it might be a useful skill to learn. He had been looking forward to his new class, even bought a small photo album where he thought he could store some of the pictures he took, that was until he walked into the classroom the first week and spotted a familiar smug face. Fucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin had cursed himself not thinking of the possibility Jungkook could be in his class, knowing that photography was a hobby of the boy's. To be fair Jungkook hadn't had room in his schedule for an elective last year and Jimin didn't think this year would be any different. He had been sorely mistaken.

Jimin had wanted to switch classes but it was too late, all the other subjects were already full. He was stuck in the same class as Jungkook. For a whole year. What had he done in his previous life to deserve this kind of punishment.

Jungkook had seemed just as surprised as Jimin to learn that they would share a class this year. He had recovered quickly though and Jimin had had to endure countless mocking comments about his small hands not being able to hold the camera properly over the past week.

As Jimin walked into the classroom with a couple of minutes to spare he couldn't see Jungkook anywhere and he silently hoped the boy had fallen and broken his perfect nose on the way to class. He wasn't so lucky though as the taller boy sauntered into the classroom with only seconds to spare. His eyes flickered over the classroom looking for an available seat and his gaze finally landed on the empty chair next to Jimin. Fuck.

Jungkook walked over towards Jimin, but Jimin didn't look up from his edition of 'The Old Man and the Sea' which he had been preoccupying his mind with for the last couple of minutes. He kept staring at the page and took a sip of his coffee. "Keep walking Jeon."

Jungkook ignored him and sat down in the empty seat. Jimin turned his face towards the brown-haired boy and glared at him. "Sit somewhere else."

"I don't want to sit next to you either believe me," Jungkook said in a bored tone. "but this is the only available seat."