Notes // yoonmin

Eight | First note

The next day was filled to the brim with anxiety from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

Today was the day he planned to finally, in a sense, speak to Jimin.

Although he hadn't voiced his nervousnesses to the others, it was thick in the air and clearly emanating off of him as he constantly bit at his lips and wiped his clammy hands.

The entire morning the group had watched him with nervous eyes as he tried his best to keep his food down. Eventually, he couldn't eat all together and decided to distract himself with rearranging his backpack while the others watched him.

Namjoon almost asked him if he was alright on several occasions. Usually, if the members had a problem, they voiced it to him immediately so Yoongi's behavior had him at a loss for words.

As soon as they made it into the school, Yoongi only seemed to burst with anxiety as the wide doors opened up to him.

He walked around hesitantly, watching everyone and everything as if someone was out to get him, or he had done something wrong.

When the bell rang, the rest of the group had never seen Yoongi jump so high, they had never seen him surprised either, so the entire morning was a time for firsts.

Yoongi waved to the group with a sheepish smile, waving at them for an unnatural amount of time as he reluctantly turned around to go to his first class

The group shared glances with one another of confusion and worry, and as they watched Jimin walk into the class a few minutes after Yoongi, they all sighed and made their way to their own classes.

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Yoongi already had the note in his pocket ready, he was holding onto it as if his life depended on getting that note to Jimin's desk before he could get into the class.

Yoongi looked around hesitantly as he made his way to his own desk. It didn't help that Jimin sat directly next to him, putting him in an uncomfortably suspicious proximity to him.

He looked around, making sure no one was watching him as he slipped the note on to Jimin's desk, folded as neatly as Yoongi could possibly make it.

He sat down, folding his arms over his chest as he took a shaky breath. The anxiety and nervousness only increasing as he stared at the note sitting flatly on Jimin's desk.

His gaze was interrupted by the sound of laughter, laughter that he wished would be because of him.

He looked up slowly to see Jimin talking with a different girl, laughing as she twirled her hair around.

Yoongi looked away quickly, not wanting to see the two mindlessly flirting with one another. For the smallest of moments, he felt an unfamiliar twinge in his heart, and he could feel the heat rising to his ears.

He shook it off, not understanding the feeling, not wanting to understand it.

Mr. Clan spoke loudly, signaling the time for class to officially start. He could hear the muffled footsteps of his classmates taking their seats, and froze when he could hear footsteps approaching the desk beside him.

He held his breath as Jimin took his seat beside him, and could hear the paper he had so delicately folded being undone without a care in the world.

He slowly turned his head to the side a bit, praying that Jimin wouldn't notice as he mostly relied on his peripheral vision.

He watched as Jimin stared at the note, mouthing the words on it before flipping it over to check for any other words written on the paper.

He watched as the boy lowered the paper slowly, but never letting go of it. He stared off into the sea of students, his eyes falling over every one of them before he turned to look at Yoongi.