hide and seek. [ taehyung 김태형 ]

kim taehyung

KIM TAEHYUNG ; CHAPTER THREE

'now, everyone can sit,' the teacher signaled us to sit down, we all sat down at our own seats.

'and today i will arrange your lab partners. because some of you are so freaking noisy i had to change. but i will change all of your seat,' the teacher smirked in victory as everyone frowned. they were already satisfied so the teacher wanted to change again, people are fuming mad.

i glanced at the back of the class.
taehyung.

he's the killer? you had to be kidding me. he doesn't look like one. but, i had to be careful either way.

he was writing something and the person beside him was sitting really far from him. why should she be scared? he didn't touched her or tried to kill her. what was she thin—

'han seonmi, please pay attention as i am speaking right now,' the teacher gave me a stern look and i stiffened up. first time i got my name called alone.

i didn't noticed that i was staring at taehyung for so long. and he actually stared back at me. but his face had no expression whatsoever.

'someone's got a crush!'

my face grew red, flustered—i didn't knew what to do. chase smith, he always tried to get on my nerves. he tried to get on everybody's nerves. 'shut the fuck up,' jimin told him off and chase shrugged, the smirk on his face was still there.

'no curse words in my class please.'

jimin lowered his head, hiding from the teacher and eventually he fell asleep. same ol' jimin.

'continuing, i will pair up seonmi and taehyung,' the teacher looked at me, i widened my eyes. i looked at taehyung, at that time he was looking up and met my eyes. i awkwardly looked away.

i could hear some whispers such as, 'glad that i didn't get with taehyung, he's a real physco,' and such. i am getting mad. like what he has even do to you?

he slowly walked to my table with the books clutched to his chest. he looked so fragile. he sat down and continued to write, covering the paper with his hand and head so that i couldn't see them.

i realized he has a cute mole on his nose. i almost shrieked as it was so cute. i took glances at him, identifying his face proportions.

'um, hi,' i gathered up my nerves and greeted him. if i didn't did it at that time, he would never talk to me.

he didn't answer me.

was he always like this? as in, really quiet and the i don't care type. i am one too but i do talk to people. what is wrong with him?

i shrugged it off, paying attention to the teacher blabbering the students name and table number. yadda yadda yadda; i was bored.

i turned to my right side. i could try to peek at what he was writing. but he caught me stealing glances and told me, 'what are you doing?'

oh my god, what should i say?

'uh, nothing really. what are you writing?' i gave him a smile and he looked at me blankly. okay, what the hell.

he turned away and folded the paper in half, sliding it into one of his textbooks. i knew he was trying to ignore me.

'you can always talk to me if you have a problem.'

he looked at me—or stared—for 30 seconds and looked away again. what was wrong with this guy. the other day i greeted him at the hallway, he was fine. he replied to my greeting and not stared blankly at me.

'no one understands.'

'i can try to. i helped many people before.'

'just stay out of my way. i don't need your help.'

'please, just let me help y—'

'just stay away from my problems would you?!' he yelled me.

i was taken aback, shocked as i held the table end tightly. my fingers grew pale, i held it too tightly as i was too shocked. i wanted to cry.

the teacher looked at us with a confused face. i took my things and went to the teacher. 'i have to go,' with that, i excused myself to the bathroom nearby. i could hear jimin excused himself too, along with the groan the teacher gave.

tears clouded my eyes as i ran to the bathroom, books clutched to my chest tightly.

'seonmi, wait! i can help,' jimin voice echoed though the hallway as his footsteps grew louder every seconds.

i stopped on my tracks and jimin hugged me from behind. 'it's okay, don't cry,' he went in front of me, cupped my cheeks and he wiped the tears with his thumb. 'i think he was just messing with you, he's not mad at you. maybe he's just stressed. just don't try to push him if he doesn't want to talk about it,' he continued to hug me. i needed this.

i pulled away, 'thanks, i really needed that, jimin,' i gave him one last smile with tears smile flooded my eyes. he hugged me, which made me want to cry even more.

'stop crying okay? i don't want my princess to cry in front of everyone,' he smiled to me, took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

authors note; hOLY FUCK I GOT TOO IMMERSED intO The SToRY like i was getting the feels with jimin and gdi why can't this be real i aM CRYING