jungkook.
wednesday finally rolled around, which was the day i had biology with jimin. i had a few more classes with him, but this one was special because we never do much. i'll be able to talk to him and learn more about him.
it had been a solid week or so since he'd come to our school and by now, i was feeling much more confident with myself around him. he was sweet and understanding, so i knew i didn't have to worry too much about being disliked, but i did have to remember that he'd mentioned kindness was an important quality in the world. if it was important to him, it was going to be important to me too.
"jungkook, over here!" i heard someone call me over. it was lisa, who was a good friend of mine. i usually sat by her in biology, but i really wanted to sit by jimin now.
"sorry lisa, i'm sitting with jiminnie today," i smiled kindly, desperately hoping she'd understand. she nodded and gave an 'OK' sign with her hands.
"wait, really?" a different voice, this time from behind me asked. i tensed up but smiled anyway.
"hi, jimin. is that okay?" i hoped, "if i sit with you?"
the blond's face lit up as his eyes disappeared behind his smile. "yes, of course!" he took me by the hand and led me to his table. i gripped tightly back, ignoring the shocked looks from chanyeol and his friends, my arch nemeses on the court, and for some reason, off the court as well.
jimin's hand was so small in mine, but it felt like it fit perfectly. my stomach bubbled in a weird way as i thought about it, and my chest felt heavy. even though i'd never felt this feeling and it was kind of unsettling, i liked it; i liked him. how could i not?
"hey gay-boy," chanyeol turned around to me with a smirk. jimin immediately dropped my hand. "how's it like kissing men?"
"what are you on about?" i asked cautiously. my heart was practically beating in my throat. i missed jimin's hand. i wanted to at least reach under the table to clasp pinkies, but i knew that jimin didn't view me romantically so there was no need for unnecessary touch.
scoffing, chanyeol let a fake, bitter laugh spill from between his teeth. "don't act like you weren't just holding hands with that perverted guy next to you just a second ago." his friends laughed. i wondered how they all got away with sitting at the same two-person table.
"hey, jimin is not a pervert!" i burst out frantically. "he's my friend. why would you even say that?"
"he wears women's clothing. men with hobbies like that are perverted scum!"
i slammed my hands on the desktop and stood from my chair. "gender is a spectrum and so is fashion! there's no such thing as women's or men's clothing; you're just narrow-minded! jimin is a man who expresses himself through the fashion he likes, and that makes him fucking dope."
several heads turned as i practically shouted at the jackass better known as chanyeol. although i was nervous on the inside, i became calmed as most of my classmates agreed with me, nodding their heads and whistling.
it was then that jimin reached under the table to clasp my pinky.
