Stigma | KTH ✔

05 | Jimin

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Today was an all-study day, meaning that it wasn't necessary for us to participate in class unless we had questions to ask. Areum, the boys and I therefore decided to study at the school library all day to catch up with some studies. We tried really hard not to start a conversation, but it was difficult since it was so easy for us to kick off a random topic just like that. Eventually, I had to put my earphones on to shut out the world around me in order to solve the tricky problems the world of math had to offer.

After struggling with the same problem for what feels like an eternity, I rage-quit and decide to start working with the assignment instead. Since I was doing it alone, I needed to work twice as much with it and since it was due on Monday, I better start with it sooner rather than later. Or else I would spend a whole Red Bull-infused, sleep deprived weekend just to finish the damned thing in time.

My eyes scan across the endless rows of books, searching for any keyword related to The Cold War. When finally finding one book that seemed useful, I discover that it of course was was located on the top shelf, just barely out of my reach.

Challenge accepted.

I stretch out my arm and slowly tiptoe until I precisely manage to reach the book. But just when I succeed in carefully sliding the book out of the bookcase; I lose my balance.

A gasp escapes my lips as I feel my body starting to fall backwards. Then out of nowhere, I feel someone grab my waist and holding me firmly, preventing me to embarrassingly fall on my butt.

"Are you okay?" An incredibly soft voice spoke. I blink a couple of times, trying to wake myself up from my internal shock. The mysterious savior with the melodic voice helps me regain balance as I stand up straight, before finally facing him.

Holy shit.

Only one look at him caused my entire vocabulary and rational thoughts to disappear like a fart in a hurricane. He was just as gorgeous and breathtaking as Taehyung had been the first time I saw him. However, this incredibly enticing male before me was so cute. I have honestly never seen someone with such kind, appealing eyes that he has. And those cheeks. The first instinct I received was to reach out and squeeze them, to confirm that they were indeed as lusciously soft as they appeared. One thing that definitely did not go unnoticed, was his deliciously plump lips.

I almost started sweating when bravely fighting the urge to launch myself towards him, that's how tempting this angel before me was.

"I'm so sorry! I lost my balance," I explain, hiding my burning face with my hands in embarrassment. An amused, soft laugh was heard from the cute boy standing before me. The angelic sound was so pure, it almost cleansed me from the inappropriate thoughts that had appeared the second I saw his striking features.

"Why didn't you just use the stool to get up there?" he asks, sparking confusion inside me as I eye him with questionably frowned eyebrows. Seeing my perplexed expression, he simply gestures to an item standing two steps away from me. A stool. Of frickin' course. Being the oblivious blind goose I was, it didn't surprise me at all when I made things harder for myself than it had to be.

I slap my hand against my forehead before letting it slowly glide down my face as I let out a groan in exasperation.

"I.. I actually have no idea how to explain this except that I'm really blind," I explain awkwardly, mentally slapping my inner socially awkward self for showing up when its presence was least wanted. But instead of being weirded out, he laughs again. Right now, I'm not sure if he's laughing at me or with me.