Lust ➳k.th

XIV

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❝ never be trapped in
someone
else's dream❞

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A THIN LINE OF SWEAT traced along my neckline, as anxiously my eyes stammered towards the doorway. It was supposed to maths class now and for some reason I feel restless, it's not a pleasant feeling. 

Sighing, I straitened up taking out my pencil case and journal, I mentally stabilised myself.

“Mind if I sit here?” looking upwards I met with the eyes of Park Jimin staring down at me with his crooked smile. A memory of last night flashes through my head, like siren as my stomach twist with a bitter sweet delight.

We kissed!

“S...ure,” I stammered, unable to look at him, I stare at the wall beside me.

With the corner of my eyes I could see the man smirking at my shyness, what a  jerk he knows that I feel embarrassed.

“So did you leave early this morning, I was  hoping we could leave for school together,” he speaks into a loud voice, mostly out of my amusement I found, the lingered in the air quite unique.

He smells of daises or perhaps lavenders?

Staring ahead at him I came to a realization that he was indeed waiting for me to reply. Taking I sharp breath of fresh air, I licked my lips in order to speak up.

“I wanted to pay a visit to the library, borrowed some books for the preparation of exams,” I try to make up the best excuse ,his expression changes a little the he just shrugs it off.

Looking ahead my eyes caught the sight of Taehyung entering the class, with a smug look spread neatly across his features.

“Submit me your work that I gave yesterday, be quick we have a class to carry on.”

He spoke, his warm possibly amusing carried with the stern look that covered his eyes, I found his posture straight, he seems to be acting strange.

I smiled at Jimin as he took our notebooks and submitted them at Taehyung’s desk. The went quiet as he went through the notebooks one at time.

And just as he felt my stare on him his eyes looked upwards as he caught my within his own, a spark of electric heat rushes through my veins as when he stood up, with long I found him to be walking towards our seat.

Stopping by our desk with his arched brows and masculine features, he kept his stare firm,“Sofia detention after class for not getting the correct answers.”

With my eyes widened I move briskly under his overly intimidating stare, and almost sigh at relief when he retires back to his desk.