(Jimin's POV )
I sighed as I unpacked the boxes cluttering the floor of my new room. Why did my parents make us move? I was perfectly happy with my life. I had friends, good grades, and even a girlfriend. It was perfect, and I was happy.
I opened the box nearest me and found a picture of me and my friends staring up at me, making me flop down on my bed in frustration. It was hard making friends for me, now I have to do it over again. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see that I have a text from the girl I was dating before I moved. Those 3 words made my heart ache.
I miss you.
I was afraid my friends would forget all about me because I didn't think I'd be that important to them once I was gone.
I put my phone down and changed into some sweats and laid back down on my bed. Tomorrow will be my first day of school in this new place.
---------------------the next day---------------------------
I wake up and change into some black jeans and a loose white shirt, then I go comb my hair to look somewhat presentable. I have to make a good impression so I can make some friends.
I grab my black backpack and head out to my car, which is a Bentley. My family is pretty well off so they at least bought me a new car when we moved. I get in my car and drive to the school I'll be finishing out my senior year at.
I park my car and get out while everyone passing by stares at me. Great, looks like I've made an impression already, but I don't know if it's good or bad. I shrug on my backpack and head towards the large building.
I get to my first class a little after the bell rings, because I kinda got lost which isn't surprising. I walk through the door and the teacher looks up and smiles.
"Oh hello there! You must be Jimin, right?" I nod my head and she turns to the class. "this is our new student, his name is Jimin!"
She looks around for and open seat, but there's only one. It's in the back of the room next to a guy wearing all black, including a hat that's pulled down so I can't see much of his face. She gestures apologetically to the seat next to him, telling me to sit there.
I walk to the back of the room and set my back down on the ground and take a seat. The guy pulls the brim of his hat down more and slumps down in his chair when I try to get a look at him. I shrug and pull out a notebook and take notes for the rest of class.
Lunch comes around after another uneventful class and I'm exhausted from the lack of sleep I've been getting, so I look for a place to take a nap. I spot the bleachers and decided I can sleep behind them without being troubled. I sit down and close my eyes as I lean against the wall and I drift off almost instantly.
I wake up when I feel someone kicking my foot. I look and see the guy from class and I jump up, surprised. He walks toward me with a menacing look which causes me to back up against the wall, but he keeps walking closer. He puts his hand on the wall next to my head and leans in closer to me.
"I see you've found my spot, pretty boy" he says as he leans in even more. "do you know what happens when people like you decide to use my spot?"
His voice is oddly soothing and his face is strikingly beautiful i think to myself.
What the hell brain? This is a guy. I'm straight. Obviously.
I try to move but he put his other arm on the other side of me, trapping me against the wall. My heart begins to race, wondering what he's going to do to me. He leans in more so his mouth is next to my ear.
"You know new kid, your pretty cute" he says as his lips brush my ear and make me shiver and become a little aroused.
He takes a finger and trails it down my neck and I freeze at his touch. I can feel myself becoming a little more aroused as his finger trails over my collarbone.
"W-what are doing?" I ask both myself and the mysterious boy. Why am I feeling this way when he's a guy, let alone one I just met? He chuckles and leans in more, kissing along my neck, making me moan a little and start to melt into the boy's touch.
He finally connects our lips and I slowly wrap my arms around him as we continue the needy kiss. He tastes sweet and it makes me crave more of him. He pulls my body closer to his and he can feel my erection on his, making him groan. Damn it sounded sexy. He dominated me and his tongue began to roam my mouth.
I need to stop, but I don't want to.
My hands trail over his body, discovering the toned muscles hidden under his black shirt. I explore more of his body, my hands going lower and feeling his large erection making him groan again as I palmed him through his jeans.
Just when things were getting good, the bell rang. He pulls away from me, disappointed.
"Well pretty boy, you should probably run along to class, maybe we can finish this some other time" he backs up a little and smirks. He pulls a pen out of his pocket and takes my hand, writing down what looks like a phone number. He shoves the pen back in his pocket and turns to leave when I realized I still don't know his name.
"Wait! I never got you your name." He looks back over his shoulder and says, "the name's J-Hope." With that, he smirks and walks away.
What the hell just happened? And why did I like it? I look down at my hand and see his phone number written there. Why am I feeling urged to come back here tomorrow?
He's too bad, but it's to sweet
