BTS, WHO? [ON HIATUS]

>> Dilemma <<

(sweet romance)

Theme : What should you do if both of them, are after you? --- requested by  yosimronyokool

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*tick tock tick tock tick tock

I gripped the pen in my hand tightly, begging for History class to be over quick. Somehow, the hands of the clock that rests against the walls of the class, rings deep in my ears.

"And then the kings..what do they do? They.."

The drawling of the History teacher comes out as gibberish to me as none of that made any sense.

Nothing made sense to me anymore.

Nothing.

Absolutely none.

And what do I mean by this? Wait, it's History now isn't it?

I quickly sat upright, slightly more alert as my mind starts to ramble on its own, thoughts on what is bound to unfold.

There are only 5 more minutes, oh god.

As much as I want this annoying class to end, I'm slightly more concerned about the bombardment that will result soon.

*bell rings

Oh god, no.

"And that's the end of the class today," our History teacher wraps up, stacking his papers one on top of the other before slinging the bag over his shoulders.

Before the door of my classroom is able to swivel shut on its own, like clockwork, he is here.

"SIMRON!!"

Oh god...

"Oh my gosh, is that him?"

"The handsome senior that had just transferred here?"

"Yes! What is he doing here? Simron? They know each other?"

"He is walking over!!"

"What would you like for lunch?" the boy said eagerly as he sat on the seat in front of me. He rested his head on his folded arms before peeking up at me.

"Taehyung....I..."

"Yes?" he giggled, flashing his rectangular box smile, extremely exhilarated that I called him by his name. "You remembered my name..." he muttered under his breath.

"For that, you get this," he produced a banana milk from his deep pockets and he placed it with a thud on my table. "You like this, don't you?"

A slight blush crept up my cheeks and I bit my inner cheeks trying to suppress the memories of our first meeting. 

Grinning, Taehyung poked my cheek with his index finger before whispering at my ear in his deep voice, "What are you thinking, Simron?"

"What? I umm..No!" I blushed really deeply as I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

"Ehh~~" he teased, "I know what you are thinking," he chuckled, flashing his rectangular smile as he continued to poke at my cheek.