Call Me Again | JinMin

Four

POV: Jimin
It was nerve wracking hearing Jin call me quiet. Didn't he know that I can't speak? I mean, I can, technically, but I can't make myself speak.

I can't bring myself to talk to people, to use my voice. It'll come out all wrong, and I can't risk the chances of that happening, ever. It clearly wasn't a good idea to worry in class, because Jin noticed my facial expression change instantly.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I slowly nodded, trying not to make eye contact with him. It was way too hard; his eyes are too beautiful to look away from them. I was entranced by him.

God, I have to stop.

I gave him a sheepish smile and went back to my work. All of this work is too easy, though. I finished first, putting my hand up to get my sheets marked.

"Well done, Jimin, being first!" Mr. Jung got his pen out, ticking everything on the page. "Amazing work! Splendid! Perhaps, you've done this before?" I shrugged my shoulders, grinning.

Well done, Jimin, great work.

Then the bell rang, and it was time for the long awaited break.