¬Moments¬ [NamJin]

2~

* Third Person *

As Jin made his way to school, he let his eyes soar around his surroundings. This part of the neighbourhood wasn't a nice one, nor a pretty one. There were tipped bins and stray cats that made the place feel just... gloomy, the scene could make anyone depressed. Jin turned the corner into the school, his feet bringing him to stand behind in the hidden spot of the building. Nobody else goes there, and Jin himself wasn't fully sure why he went either, but it had just become a habit. He'd just slide down the wall and wait for class to start since he was always early.

Sighing with a soft voice, Jin followed his routine and slid down the wall, listening to the silence.

Silence? No. Not this time.

"This block over here is music and dance, you'll soon know it well." There was a hum in agreement, and Jin came to the conclusion that it was the new student getting shown around. "Thanks." His voice was deep, it almost sounded cold. Jin walked from the back to his first class, and made his route unseen from the teacher and new student. ~

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"So in this poem, the author brings a sense of foreshadowing by mentioning the storm." The teacher rambled on with unnoticed words, the students all lost in one way or another. . . Literally, there was one kid who was in the wrong classroom. Near the window, third row down, sat the one and only protagonist. Kim SeokJin. He had one hand resting on his lap and one tapping gently on his desk, none of the teacher's words reached his ears and he didn't really mind that he was failing literature. It's not like his mum cared at all, not to mention his dad. They did them, so Jin decided that he'd just do him. A knock came to the door, interrupting both the teacher's words and Jin's thoughts.

"Ah, excuse me...." One of the newer teachers stepped in, a tall blonde guy stood behind her. The sound made Jin somewhat curious, and when he laid eyes on the two, his expression changed slightly. "Sorry to interrupt, but your new student is here." The teacher smiled, walked out and dragged the boy inside in the process. 

"Everyone, eyes to the front please. Quickly, please introduce yourself and let us get on with our lesson." The teacher rudely ordered. "Kim Namjoon, I guess." He made his intro short and fairly sweet with the same voice Jin had heard a few hours prior to the current moment. The teacher just pushed him to a seat precisely two seats behind Jin's own and carried on with the wasted speech.

Jin didn't bother look behind him, he got a good enough look of the boy already. Attractive, just as the girls had promised. Very attractive. And Jin scowled at that. 

*

After a few more hours of uncomfortably going through different lessons (Namjoon being in every single one), Jin finally heard the bell ring. He sat on a bench near the back of the school and looked up to see nothing but clouds, not rain clouds, just boring ones. He decided to name them 'Jin Clouds' after himself, because he had a bit in common with the grey fluffs. Neither get appreciated for what they are, they get looked down on, nobody looks forward to them but really, nobody really notes their existence. Hence, the Jin Clouds. 

The adolescent jumped slightly as he felt a tap on his shoulder, nobody ever bothered him after school but of course, it was Namjoon so Jin assumed he just didn't get told to avoid him yet. Jin gave a questionable look to the blonde in front of him, as if to ask him what he wanted.

"School's over, why are you just. . . here?" Namjoon didn't bother to take a seat next to the student but instead stood in front of him, making Jin have to look up from how uncomfortably close they were. "I uh.." Jin coughed, he wasn't really really used to having people talk to him in school, so he couldn't help but feel slightly awkward. "I always wait about fifteen minutes before leaving, there's such a big rush to get out that you end up getting shoved in a huge crowd for a while so I guess I'd rather sit in comfort in the same amount of time everyone else is getting crushed." Their eyes were staring into each other. Nobody really knew what to do, it was all just kind of still.

"I saw you a lot today." The younger student broke the silence, not taking his eyes off of the older. "Nobody seemed to talk to you." 

Oh here we go.

"They acted as though you didn't exist but every time I saw you, you were doing the same." Namjoon laughed. "Did something dramatic happen? I'd love to know." "No, I'm sorry but nothing happened. They just hate me and I guess that's it. Sorry to disappoint you." Jin grabbed his bag from the bench and started walking, only to get caught up with a few seconds later. 

"Hold on... What's your name?" They both walked together out of the now empty school.

"I guess.. Just call me Jin." The brunette said, then parted ways with his company.