A/N: I haven't really been feeling this story lately, but I guess I'll update it for y'all
I scowl as I sit in my class, my head resting on the palm of my hand. I glare as Mina smirks over at me, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks in aggravation. Namjoon looks over at me as I sigh, him and Hoseok sharing a look before they both look over at me once again.
"Hey Ara.....are you ok?"
I know that Namjoon is just being a good friend, but I really don't want to deal with anyone right now. It was hard enough having literally all of my friends make fun of me after I told them that I had kissed a guy, my head pounding as I tune out the teacher's lesson. Nonetheless, I smile up at him, glad that he actually cares enough to ask if I am alright.
"Yeah, I am. My friends are just making fun of me for having kissed a guy." He looks confused at my words, Hoseok leaning against his desk so that he can look at me.
"What do you mean? Haven't you kissed a guy before?"
"Hoseok....I've known that I liked girls since I was seven and a girl in my neighborhood called me pretty. My first kiss with a guy was literally over the weekend."
I can't help but chuckle a little bit when they both blanch at my words, obviously not expecting such an answer from me. It is true though. I have never even thought about kissing a guy before last weekend. Namjoon leans forward, now extremely interested, his elbow resting on my desk.
"Who was the guy? If you don't mind me asking that is."
"Yoongi" I say nonchalantly, looking down at my empty notebook before glancing back up at my two friends.
Some scraping sounds followed by a loud bang makes the entire class look in our direction, the teacher stopping mid-sentence to stare at us with wide eyes. I'm too busy laughing my ass off to notice the dirty looks that he is giving us, my smile so wide it feels as if it is about to rip my face in two.
Namjoon had been so shocked by my answer that his head, which had been resting on the palm of his hand, dropped forward. He had then jumped back in his seat, making his chair screech in an annoying way.
Hoseok on the other hand was absolutely Jungshook. He had somehow managed to topple headfirst over the front of his desk, landing on the ground with a loud thunk. He promptly tried to stand up, resulting in his head hitting the underside of the desk.
I don't think I have ever laughed this hard in my life.
"Oh my fuck that hurt!" he yells loudly, making more laughter careen out of my mouth when his voice cracks. I would totally ask if he is ok, but too much laughter is coming out right now. It's gotten to the point where only obnoxious wheezing sounds are coming out of my mouth, legitimate tears streaming down my cheeks.
"What in the world is going on back there?" our teacher says with shock clearly displayed in his voice.
"N-nothing s-s-sir!" I say between my giggles, my hands furiously wiping away at my wet cheeks. I can see through my watery eyes that he is not impressed, a scowl on his face as he looks between me and the two guys next to me. I can understand why.
Namjoon: his cheek is red from where it hit the top of his desk, the side of his usually perfect hair messed up.
Hoseok: still rubbing at his head, having not moved from the floor yet. I can still hear him as he cusses under his breath.
