Me and Mina finish showering and changing out of our gym clothes.
"So, uh, you seemed to be a little flustered out there. What was up with that?" Mina casually asks.
Her ability to say things that would normally irk me while sounding concerned rather than judgmental really made me appreciate the opportunity I have to be her friend.
"That jerk, Jimin! He seems to be just like the big-headed jocks I dealt with at my last school." I sigh deeply, trying to suppress my annoyance.
Mina chuckles and walks over to me, tossing me a towel to dry my damp and wild hair.
"Sure, he's quite the handful, but if I were you, I wouldn't let any of the other air-headed girls hear you say that. They aren't quite as keen as you and I; therefore, they pretty much worship Park Jimin and will destroy anything that stands in the way of that."
Perplexed by the information she's giving me, I ruffle my hair with the towel, attempting to dry it.
"Girls are such pig-headed creatures. What luck I have to have been born one." I sarcastically retort.
Mina heartily laughs, causing her eye-smile to appear.
"You are a dork, Mel Lee. I dig it!" She playfully bumps her shoulder into mine and takes off running, prompting me to chase after her.
"Last one out of the gym is a rotten noodlehead!" She yells back to me, her short legs barely bridging the distance between us.
Being the sore loser that I am, I pump my legs harder, willing myself to go faster. Suddenly, a strong force stops me and all the air in my lungs dissipates.
"OOF!" I flop to the hardwood floor of the gym, barely registering what just happened.
Still recovering from the sudden impact, a voice emanates from above me, piercing my ears.
"Sheesh, if only you had ran that fast during the basketball game, you might have won!"
The familiarity of the voice triggers me and I snap my head up. My eyes meet with his and my face instantly puckers in distaste.
Park Jimin, the noodle-headed idiot.
"Aish. Idiot." I mutter under my breath, wincing in pain at the growing ache in my head.
If only I wasn't so gosh darn clumsy and unaware of my surroundings.
Out of nowhere, a boy runs up beside Jimin, looking slightly annoyed. The boy towered over him, his almost white hair and pale skin in contrast to Jimin's vibrant hair and olive skin.
"Park Jimin, you pig! Did you get into my snack pouch again?"
Jimin turned away from my frazzled, sprawled form to meet the eyes of the platinum-haired boy. His confident, cocky demeanor appeared to slightly crumple under the boy's severe scrutiny and he awkwardly scratched his bubblegum hair.
"Well, I, uh, I got hungry...you know how hungry I get after playing basketball Taehyung-ah. Please don't get mad! I'm sorry!" His voice sounded almost pleading and whining, which startled me in contrast to his usually cocky tone.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but relaxes, chuckling at Jimin's exasperated expression.
"Idiot." Taehyung mumbles, almost endearingly.
I, being the awkward noodle that I am, end up coughing, which causes Taehyung's attention to snap to me.
Upon seeing my body crumpled on the gym floor, his face scrunches up in confusion. Once the initial shock passes, concern takes over his soft features.
"Are you alright?" He quickly kneels down beside me, examining me intensely.
Uncomfortable under this sudden scrutiny of a stranger, I fidget, losing my ability to form coherent sentences.
"W-well, I, uh, I w-well, you see...I...was meditating?"
I mentally facepalm. God, I am the world's biggest idiot. What kind of lunatic just lies on the middle of gym floors to meditate? Well, apparently me.
"Hm, you don't look as calm as a person who is meditating should. Looks more to me like you fell." His voice, though deep, remained soft, an amused smile stretched across his structured cheeks.
"I mean...you're not wrong." I awkwardly chuckle, scratching the back of my head, my cheeks heating up.
"Lemme guess, it has something to do with Jimin? Was Chimchim here causing you problems?" Taehyung smiles mischievously at Jimin, who is glaring down at me. I glare back, of course.
"What? Taehyung-ah, why do you assume I'm the issue?" Jimin puckers his bottom lip out, pouting like a reprimanded child.
Taehyung's eyes meet mine, expecting an answer. Juggling between getting revenge on Jimin or preventing him from further embarrassment in front of his hyung, I blank.
"Uh...no-yes-maybe..." I stutter.
Taehyung raises his perfectly groomed eyebrow at me, chuckling.
"The fall seems to have frazzled your brain a bit, huh?" He laughs and reaches for my hand, offering to help me to my feet.
Jimin stands behind him, waiting for me to explain myself, looking agitated by my idiocy. I don't blame him for once.
I accept Taehyung's hand and am pleasantly surprised by how warm, soft, and secure it is. Once I am on my feet, I adjust my clothes and flatten my hair, attempting to fix my most likely wild, flustered appearance.
Blushing under the stares of both Taehyung and Jimin, I clear my throat. "Jimin wasn't causing me any problems. He actually, was, uh..." I scratch my neck, watching Jimin expectantly awaiting my answer. "He was coming over to make sure that I was okay. I'm just very clumsy and falling is practically a hobby for me. It's really not a big deal- I'm perfectly fine."
I plaster on an awkward half smile, praying that this moment will end very soon.
Taehyung smiles and walks over to Jimin, patting him on the back. "Good job, Chimchim. Looks like my lessons of etiquette have been paying off."
Jimin rolls his eyes and groans. "I'm fine, hyung. You act as if I am a hoodlum."
"If the shoe fits, Jimin..." Taehyung winks at his shorter friend and turns his attention back to me.
I blush, suddenly realizing how crazy I must appear, just awkwardly and silently standing there watching them.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm not trying to intrude. I just wanted to thank you for your concern. And uh, Jimin's as well." I shift uncomfortably on my feet, ready to bolt out of the gym.
"No need to thank me! It's always my pleasure to help a beautiful girl. By the way, I'm Taehyung. What should I call you?" A dazzling smile stretched across his masculine yet pretty face, he reaches his hand out, gesturing a handshake.
I grab his hand in a firm handshake and clumsily return his smile. "You can call me Mei."
"Nice to meet you, Mei the Meditator." He winks, causing my heart to skip a beat. "I sure hope to see you again sometime. Perhaps not sprawled on the ground next time."
He waves at me and clasps his huge hand around Jimin's shoulder, steering him back to the boy's locker room.
My petite hands sweating and my heart hammering, I barely manage to make my way towards the entrance of the gym. Suddenly, a thought pops into my head.
Where did Mina run off to in the midst of this? Did she just abandon me to deal with Jimin the Jerk on my own?
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