What They Don't See (PJM)

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Break.

Either the definition of pure hell or pure peace. If I stayed put in my seat nothing really happened, since the rest of the students always ran from classroom to classroom, wanting to speak and chat with their friends from across.

As usual I was alone in the quiet peace until voices and screams from outside the door caught my attention.

"Kim Taehyung, I warn you. One step closer, and you're a dead man. Oh, wait a dead boy." I couldn't help but to smile by the teasing voice I knew belonged to Jimin.

Standing deviant, on his toes, with a big grin on his face he waited for the attack to come.

He backed away, Taehyung, a guy from another class, approaching him slowly.

"Is that fear I hear in your voice, Jimin?" Laughing, they were both about to crack down onto the floor when Taehyung tackled Jimin.

Watching hesitantly, I laughed from time to time. Dorks.

Then, the unthinkable happened, Jimin caught me off guard, looking into my direction from the floor. And worst of all, he was smiling.

"Minjae-ah!! Help me from this beast. I can't breath, I'm going to die." Lying on the floor, with Taehyung on top, Jimin was reaching out a hand for me to help him. He was smiling from ear to ear.

I stiffened. I never did something like this. I never interfered in others business. Especially not when it involved two boys.

Blushing, I looked down shaking my head from side to side, now knowing how to say no to his query.

He pouted slightly, followed by a laugh when Taehyung tickled his sides, not removing his sight from me.

"Please, I can't handle this idiot alone. I need help!"

Why was I giving in? Slowly, I found myself approaching them little by little, Jimin's face lighting up by the sight, smiling sincerely. Until it was ruined by Sanghee. I froze in my spot.

"Let me help you Jimin!!!! Taehyung you're crushing him. Get away from him." Pushing Taehyung aside harshly, Sanghee sighed in relief as she helped a dumbfounded Jimin up from the ground. Obviously, it was not what he expected.

"Erm, thank you Sanghee. It was sweet of you." He flashed her a smile before turning to me, trace of guilt showing in his eyes. Instantly, I looked away, not wanting to ruin their little moment. I headed back to my seat, well aware that class would begin soon and I haven't even placed my books in front of me yet. 

All focus, interest in class was long gone. Past. Pictures about Jimin and the way he was begging me for help before filled my thoughts, not giving space for anything related to school. Resting my head in my palm, drawing weird patterns on the empty page in my notebook, my thoughts flew far and wide. I wasn't paying any attention to the class, opposite of my usual behavior.

He was new, he was exciting and he was making me lose my mind.

"See you tomorrow, class is dismissed." Quickly and determinedly, I threw my backpack around my shoulder and jogged out of the classroom, heading towards home without looking back. Or what normal people called home, I just called it 'the place I lived' since I didn't see it as a home. A home is made of love and dreams but I see it as a house made of walls and beams. Nothing else.

Loud noises and laughs disturbed my thoughts as I automatically looked behind my shoulder in order to capture a glance of the rowdy people. My eyes widened, looking forward again. Jimin and his new crew of friends were jogging happily in the same direction as I was, laughing, grinning about something one of the guys just said. Why was I blushing?