SOPE STORIES

a thing between us

(lower case intended -fluff-)

it was a day like any other. the faint scratching of chalk on a board echoed through the room filled with bored and exhausted students. it was the last class of the day, and everyone was ready to go home. specially yoongi.

with an earbud in one ear and the screeching board on the other, the boy was close to exploding. his left foot tapping the floor out of frustration. he hadn't taken any notes for the class, his homework sheet was blank, and his hand full of sharpie drawings. he couldn't take it anymore.

min yoongi, a high school student like any other. annoyed with life. the boy was quiet, never talking with anyone who didn't talk to him first. which happened rarely. yet it didn't bother the boy, he preferred staying away from people. he worked early in the mornings and late in the afternoons. he spent his time writing lyrics, making songs, reading at the park, and watching movies alone in his room. has he ever wished to have anyone to do this with? yes. but no.

you see yoongi is a complicated person, who doesn't see a purpose in having a girlfriend or really doing anything. we all die after all right? even so, he'd tried before. he tried the whole "having a girlfriend" thing. but for some reason it didn't work, he didn't know what he liked. long hair? short hair? what was he supposed to look for?

today yoongi sat on his desk, a desk connected in a group of four. one next to him, another one in front, and one diagonal. he would never actually pay any attention to his desk mates. he didn't want to. he'd never even looked at their faces. and today wasn't supposed to be any different. they'd all sit and go like any other day.

so as the clock ticked, the teacher's writing only got faster and faster. the quiet music in his ear faded in his head. and the tapping of his foot drummed louder and louder and louder.

suddenly he felt something stop him. the tapping stopped. he shot his eyes forward only to see the boy in front of him staring silently. he eyed to the left and blinked twice in confusion. the other had stopped his anxious patter with his shoe. they stared deeply at each other, not looking away, not making one sound. their expressions spoke for them.

what's going on?

the other wouldn't move his foot away. instead he grabbed a small ripped piece of paper and wrote calmly on it.

your anxiety is making me anxious

it read in a pretty, bubbly, hand writing.

sorry

he slid the note back as he tried moving his foot. yet the other lightly pressed his foot down.

anything i can do to help?

again their eyes met curiously.

i don't even know your name

im hoseok and you?

yoongi

nice to meet you yoongi :)

so the stranger's name is hoseok? something in him sparked. why hadn't he ever noticed him before? the more he studied the other's complexions, the more appealing the other seemed.

why are you talking to me?

once more he slid the paper towards hoseok, not breaking eye contact as he did.

you sit in front of me, and you constantly do something to grab my attention

like tapping me feet?

yes and your pencil, and biting your nails, and constantly moving your chair

as yoongi read the words on the paper, he sat up straight, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.