Toy - [JIKOOK]

《chapter 4》

[jungkook's pov]

i couldn't help but keep my eyes fixed on the gorgeous sway of his hips, the skirt gently moving along to his footsteps. jimin was aimlessly walking ahead of me, unaware of where the canteen was, but i clearly wasn't complaining. i had spoken to taehyung sharply after the bell had gone after maths, pulling him towards me and speaking through clenched teeth. despite him being my best friend, i wasn't going to let him blow my cover and my chances, the two of us still not settling the prize for our little wager. taehyung simply nodded in agreement, the three of us walking together inbetween classes, before the lunch bell had sounded.

jimin was staring at me with the same lost look in his eyes after each bell sounded, head turned to gaze at me - pleading. i grabbed his shoulders and positioned him in front of me, growling at the boy who accidentally bumped into jimin's petite form, before guiding him through the hallways. namjoon then greeted me and taehyung, my hands falling from jimin's shoulders so that i could bow at the older. the smaller male had spun around, pouting, before sauntering off in no particular direction - he had no clue where he was going anyways.

yerin had also crept in beside us, attempting to be subtle as she tugged the waistband of my school trousers. she screwed her nose up when she realised i wasn't looking at her, my eyes still staring at jimin's back as he rushed past the crowd of people that swarmed out of the classrooms.

"jungkook opp-," she tried, sweetly running her hands up my back. i tched, annoyed as her hands kept roaming, jimin's head of hair being slowly lost amongst the taller pupils.

"sorry, i'm busy," i replied, eyes flitting through the expanse of people, brow furrowing when i couldn't see the messenger bag that bumped slightly against the curve of jimin's hip. yerin persisted, hands plastering to my bicep, taehyung's voice sounding muffled next to me.

"jungko-," she whimpered, mouth slightly agape. i spared her no glance, jimin's name tingling at the tip of my tongue.

"taehyung, take yerin to the canteen, i'll be there once i find jimin," i replied, trying my best to find him, breathing a sigh of relief when i felt her grip fall from my arm. hastily, i stumbled past the bustling pupils, gripping my bag as they all filtered by. a small smile curved on my face, eyes meeting the smaller's, before he turned his head and leaned against the wall with an angry pout on his beautiful, plush lips.

i walked up to him, watching how he slid against the wall in an attempt to escape my arms that inevitably caged him in front of me. he huffed, eyes narrowing at me with cheeks puffed out and round.

"you didn't know where you were going, did you?" i asked, stifling a laugh and watching how his eyes glazed over with embarrassed tears. my breath hitched in my throat, watching his lower lip tremble, before his teeth clung to the bitten skin. i reached down, pushing a bit of his hair back, noticing how he lightly sniffled and stared at the floor, a tear clinging to the layer of his bottom lashes.

"hey - hey now, no need to cry," i reassured, wiping away the droplet that had now fallen to rest on his cheekbone with the pad of my thumb. he knocked my hand away, fingers feverishly slapping away my much larger hand.

"jimin i, i'm sorry i let go of you, i needed to say hi to my friends. and i came after you, didn't i?"

he remained silent, eyes glued to our shoes, before he let out a shaky sigh and raised his head. pursing his lips, he crossed his arms and turned to look down the empty hallway. silently, he shook his head, turning to face me once again.

"i was scared i was going to get lost, and i'm glad you looked for me," he mumbled lowly, jaw tightening after he spoke and small hands balled up into harmless fists. i nodded, wordlessly hooking my arm around his waist and hoisting him away from the wall, only to drag him to the bustling canteen.

the low hum of voices and rowdy cackles bounced off the plain white walls of the lunch hall, students all sat with their meals in front of them. i took jimin to the short queue, before noticing how he took a step back and shook his head.

"i have my own lunch, i'll be fine, thank you," he spoke, fumbling through his bag and retrieving a pastel blue box with his name neatly written in black marker along the side of the box. shrugging, i moved forwards and took a plate, allowing the lady to pile on the aromatic slices of chicken with the helping of chips, before taking a peach soda and swiping my student card, the beep signalling that my meal had been paid for. jimin continued to trail behind me, settling next to me on the table amongst my friends. all of them eyed jimin, except for taehyung - who shot the smaller a boxy grin and a small wave. jimin blushed, waving back, before eating a slice of juicy apple. i stole a glance at how his lips puckered after he had taken a bite, watching how his face laxed as he savoured the taste.

jin and namjoon both stared at jimin, eyes shifting to meet my own. jimin looked up, confused as to why the chatter had died down, before his face lit up in realisation.

"ah! how rude of me, my name is park jimin and i'm the transfer student. i recognise you all from the coffee shop yesterday; wonderful to see you again! also i've been kept back two years... excuse me for not being so... intelligent," he trailed off, eyes roaming the surface of the table. everyone hummed, reciting their names and ages, before everyone fell into deep conversation about how much hell gym class is.

suddenly, jimin perked up in his seat, this action going unnoticed by everyone else on the table.

but me? oh, i had my hand resting on the inside of jimin's beautiful thigh, squeezing the soft skin lightly, sending the shorter raven a quick wink.

"later," i whispered into his ear, retracting my hand to rest on my own lap, leaving the latter with rosy cheeks and wide eyes.

i should really be updating my other story too.

sue me.

- cute-namjoonie ♡

(p.s. please don't actually sue me, your author is poor as heck)