MADHOUSE || PJM

#5

damn it, how can i forget my pen for class?
i quickly make my way to my locker.

it's my favorite pen, my mom gave it to me and i just feel closer to her whenever i have it with me and use it.

the hallway was empty, everyone is already in class. i open my locker, but no matter how much i search, i can't find my pen.

"are you looking for this?"

i jump in surprise, closing my locker to confront the owner of the sudden voice.

"you."

jimin, leaning onto the lockers. his dark eyes staring at me with amusement.

"i have a name, you know?"
he says, smirking and then is when i notice he has my pen in his hand.

"that's mine, how did you get it?"
i try to snatch it away but he dodges me.
"give it back."

"why?"
jimin tilts his head.

"because it's mine."
i answer irritated. he just smiles and looks at the pen.

"it doesn't have your name on it, i guess it's mine now."
he says before turning around.

oh no, he's not going to get away with it.
i run and step in front of him.

his stunning dark eyes fall on me, making my cheeks blush a little.
"just give it back!"

"i don't want to."

i attack his arm and try to take the pen, but he's too strong.
he crashes my back onto the lockers behind me, placing both his hands next to my face.

he moves his face closer to mine, his thick lips forming a shameless smile.

"move away."
i try to crouch down and escape under his arm but he is faster and takes my shoulders, pinning me back again.

"are you scared of me, y/n?"

"huh? why would i be scared of you? because you steal people's pens? i don't think so."

his smile grows bigger.
"you're funny."
he leans forward, his warm breath tickling my nose and lips. i try pushing him away again but it's impossible.

"leave me alone, jimin.."

his eyes widen when he heard his name.
i immediately cover my mouth, and jimin takes a step back, his teasing smile back on his lips.

"you know my name."
he says, the satisfaction clear in his voice.
"you've been asking about me, haven't you, y/n?"

i feel like burning up.
"no, of course not.. i just, heard someone say it."

"you're lying."

"i'm not!"
i answer nervous. i look away embarrassed.

his free hand takes my chin, forcing me to look back at him.
i swallow hard as his thumb caresses my lower lip, his eyes following the movement.
"how badly do you want your pen back?"

"just give it back.."

he finally lets go and turns around.
"if you want it back, meet me on the rooftop at 9pm."

"what? we're not allowed to leave our rooms after seven, wait!"

he waves his hand as he keeps walking.
i sigh in frustration, but i can't help my heart from beating faster.
should i meet him?

-

after class, i get out tired.

"y/n!"
jihye calls me, very excited.
"guess who got a 10 in english?!"