Blush |BTS JIMIN HIGH SCHOOL FF|

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ANGEL POV

'Noona, can I have a permission, pwetty pwease?' I didn't even get into the damn building, and Taehyung and Hobi were on each of my shoulders, talking in some baby voice

Shit.

'Seriously? Is this the first thing you can think of in the morning?' I roll my eyes

'We wanna kith you like Jimin hyung.' Hobi pouts, and maybe I would find it funny if his words didn't turn my stomach upside down

How the hell does- Yujin. That little spoiled cute poop.

Before I even said anything, the two of them decided to sandwich me between them, kissing me on the cheeks from both sides.

'HOLD HER DOWN!'

'NO, NO, NO, LET ME GO!'

Taehyung and Hobi were dying laughing, holding me firmly for Jungkook to grab my face and kiss me on the forehead. 

'What the hell, guys? Serously?' I whined as I wiped my face after they finally released me. 'What was that?'

'Our little buddy Yujin told us all about his green noona.' Taehyung grins, flinging his arm around me

'Please, get off.' I push Taehyung's arm off

'Oh, sorry. I guess only Jimin hyung has the permission.' He giggles, with the other two joining in. I am never going to live this down. I sighed deeply, mentally preparing for this new form of torture they have laid out for me.

'So... Jimin?' Hobi wiggles his eyebrows

'What with him?' I sigh

'Don't play dumb with me, demon.' He argues

'Guys, it's not even 8. I do not have patience for whatever you're going on about.' I whine, playing dumb even more

'Yeah, that ain't gonna work.' Jungkook snorts

'Can I go, or do I need to beat up all three of you to leave?' I threaten

'Pffft. One of my legs weighs more than you. What are you gonna do? Tickle me?' 

'Ow!' He got smacked from behind, turning around with the speed of light

'Do you two want one, or you gonna let her go?' Jimin was looking at Taehyung and Hobi

They stepped aside, both of them biting their lips not to smile or laugh. I swear they are mentally 5.

'Come on. Run while you can.' Jimin opened his hand, offering it to me. 

What. The. Fuck.

'Th-thanks.' I stuttered over my words, placing my hand in his. This never happened before. I never held his hand. I might have a heart attack.

His fingers gently wrapped around my knuckles, pulling me the tiniest bit so I'd start moving. I guess I was just standing there, frozen. 

'Byyyye!' The three idiots were giggling and waving as Jimin pulled me away, still holding my hand in his. 

Our hands weren't exactly laced. It was more like he was taking me out to a dance floor. His hand was wrapped around my fingers, with his thumb gently caressing my knuckles.

'Thank you for that. I have no idea what that was.' I mumble, unable to really look anywhere but down.

'I figured this might happen. Yujin has no filter and wouldn't shut up.' He sighs. 'They grilled me enough. I just thought I'd save you the suffering. Even though you left me alone yesterday.' He teases

I looked at him, but instead of his usual red face, he was smiling, looking directly at me. I didn't take my time to actually, properly look at him earlier, and at this very moment, I wish I didn't look at all.

His eyes are becoming more beautiful the more I look at him, especially when I can see him without his glasses. His messy hair makes me wanna run my fingers through it so badly. His smile takes the last of my breath away. But the worst is trying not to look at his lips. Most of the time if you look at him from afar, that's the first thing you'll notice, and I am no exception. I can't help but imagine how soft those plump lips are. How they would feel on mine. Especially since the time I felt them on my cheek.

'Everything okay?' I felt him squeeze my hand a little, and I must have been staring at him like an absolute mental patient

'Y-yes. Sorry.' I must have squeezed his hand, and by the look on his face, he didn't even realize he was still holding mine. He quickly let go and pulled his hand away, leaving me kind of hanging.

'Why did-' I wanted to ask why he let go, but I have no right to ask that. And I know damn well why. I really need to learn how to control my emotions and thoughts.

'Why what?' He ask

'Nothing. It doesn't matter.' I smile. 'Nothing important.' 

'Tell me. What did you want to ask?' His eyes were locked into mine, honestly anticipating the answer

'Don't worry, really. It's honestly nothing important and I kind of answered it to myself in my head.' I chuckle. 'Let's get in.' I just walked in front of him, getting in the class. 

I'm an idiot.

GUYS POV

'Am I high, or is he holding her hand?' Jungkook squinted, pretending not to see clearly

'He sure is.' Taehyung scoffs

'What is he doing!? Why did he let go!?' Hobi almost yelled, frustrated at Jimin's actions of letting go of her

Her face turned sullen in a milisecond, with a light flash of red in her cheeks, and the obvious gaze aversion from him as he pulled his hand away. They were still talking, not that the guys could hear what it was about from this far away, but they can see them standing in front of the class, with her barely looking at him.

'Oh my god, he is actually retarded.' Jungkook facepalmed with both hands

'Oh, shit. She likes him, too.' Taehyung smiled, observing the way she acted after he let go of her

She said something, smiling up at him, but it was a bit too happy looking to be real, and then walked into the class ahead of him.

Jimin lift his hand to reach for her, but put it down in the matter of seconds, clenching his fist in frustration. And then he took the most obvious deep breath, following inside after her.

'We have to do something about this. He is a lost cause.' Hobi comments

'Couldn't agree more. But we can't do too much. If we do, he will only do the opposite, being stubborn as he is.' Taehyung agrees

'Just lock them in the same room.' Jungkook suggests, shrugging his shoulders

'Yes, cause it sure is easy to do that.' Hobi rolls his eyes as sarcasm pours out of his words

'Okay, don't do a thing for now. Let's see how this goes first, then we can make a move.'