broke. {VMIN}

GIVE

"psst,"

"pssst!"

"hey, hey, dude!"

jimin whisper-shouted to the kid in front of him, trying to get his attention, to no avail. the kid was a sight to see, at least 5'10 with a mop of messy, curled hair, adding a good inch to his being. at barely 5'8, it was getting increasingly difficult each day for jimin to see what was being written on the board.

"hey," he attempted one last time, poking him with his pencil eraser.

the boy flinched, and whipped around. "jesus, what do you want?"

jimin had prepared himself to make an offhand comment about tall boy's, well, height, but was taken aback when he saw his face. staring at the back of someone's head every day for a well leaves a lot to the imagination: when jimin saw tall boy's tangled curly locks and the back of various oversized t-shirts day after day, he expected him to have sharp blue eyes masked by thick liner and sport a septum ring. jimin was pleased to find out he was wrong— and that what he saw was so much better. tall boy had a warm shade of dark brown eyes, soft bone structure, a plump pair of lips, and criminally clear skin, reflecting the light of the dingy classroom.

"oh," jimin quipped, ever so intelligently. "i- uh, i can't see the board because you're too tall." jimin face-palmed mentally, cringing at his bluntness. he held his breath, expecting to get lashed out at, and was surprised to find tall boy's face fill with a blush, a sheepish expression creeping onto his face.

"shit, sorry— my bad," he apologized, and scooted his desk to the side. "is that any better?"

jimin was still thrown off by both the attractiveness of student in front of him and the gentleness of his tone of voice, and only managed to reply with a weak nod. tall boy gave one last apologetic smile before turning around and carrying on with his day.

when the class bell rang, tall boy immediately got up from his seat and was out of the classroom before jimin was able to close his textbook. he looked up, disappointed— he had been hoping to strike up a conversation, or at least get a name. as he gathered up his belongings and left the classroom, he couldn't help but begin to plan out what he would say to tall boy the next time he saw him.

jimin was going to be thinking about this all day.