Paper Hearts

4

Jimin stood in front of the music room of his school, pacing nervously. "It's okay," he muttered to himself. "So what if he's hot, he doesn't even look at you. It doesn't fucking matter. Park Jimin, control."

He entered the music room and ran his eyes over the few people sitting inside, his gaze wavering at the sight of Yoongi, the dark haired pianist who looked like he didn't have a care in the world. He quickly regained his composure and smiled when he saw Hoseok.

"Hobi," he said and walked towards the small group of people sitting together. "I thought about the new choreo and I've thought of some new things we can use."

As Jimin took a seat beside Hoseok to discuss about their dance routines, he noticed Yugyeom eyeing him. The bully never seemed to give his schoolmates any rest and even though he steered clear of Jimin because he was friends with Hoseok, he'd accept any occasion to bad mouth the pink haired boy.

"If it isn't the dancing nerd," said Yugyeom with a snicker.

Jimin looked up slowly and smiled deviously, his eyes forming crescents. "What are you doing here, Yugyeom? Got kicked out of class for lowering the general IQ of the school?"

A few snickers erupted and Yugyeom stared at Jimin, wide-eyed for a moment before his face twisted into a sneer. "Why you little-"

"Shut up, Yugyeom," Yoongi interrupted. "Your voice is annoying the fuck out of me. Just do us all a favour and sit there like a rock till we need you to say something."

Yugyeom scowled but shut his mouth while Jimin just stared curiously at the pale boy who now looked at his phone, his face so nonchalant that he almost looked smug.

The bell rang roughly an hour later and most of the people left the room, heading to their classes. Jimin headed towards his locker to pick up his Calculus notebook, walking painfully slow behind Yoongi so that he wouldn't get caught staring. When he caught himself fantasising what it would be like to run his fingers through the pianist's hair, he looked down at his shoes and continued walking, refusing to look up.

He was stopped when he bumped into a figure. Jimin looked up and saw Yoongi, looking back at him with his regular emotionless face. "Don't you think you should look forward when you walk? You crashed right into my back."

Jimin stuttered. "I'm...I'm sorry." He didn't dare look up at the boy who seemed to notice Jimin's discomfort.

"Be careful," he said softly. "You might hurt yourself."

Jimin looked up, surprised at the words he'd heard, but the speaker was already walking ahead and into his class, leaving Jimin frozen.

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Taehyung sat at his desk, scribbling notes into his notebook while Baekhyun just stared at his desk mate, chuckling momentarily before standing up.

"Tae, I would've stayed with you," he said. "But I really need to get home and meet my father. He's going to leave for New York in a few hours."

Taehyung looked up a smiled. "You always wait with me. Go on now, and call me if you want to, okay?"

Baekhyun left the class after giving the other an adorable smile which made Taehyung want to pinch his cheeks. He smiled and got back to writing the notes he'd missed when the teacher had told him to transfer the classes' mark sheets to the faculty room.

He stopped when someone grabbed his pen out of his hand, the only one he had at the moment, and tutted at him. "You shouldn't work so hard, you know. It could make you tired."

Taehyung looked up at Jungkook and put on his bitch face. "The only thing making me tired right now is you. So can you leave me alone?"

Jungkook chuckled and twirled the pen in his hand. "And what do I get if I give it back to you?"

"Um, nothing?" Taehyung stared at the younger as if he was dumb. "It's mine, now give it back." He stood up to snatch his pen away but Jungkook held the pen up and out of his reach.

"Nah." Jungkook smirked at looked at the older as he tried to take his pen back. His hand extended along Jungkook's as he tried to open the younger's palm that was tightly shut. He stood on his tip toes and extended his hand as far as it would go and pulled Jungkook's arm as hard as he could, their chests touching and their faces just inches apart.

Taehyung only noticed the proximity when he felt the others' minty breath on his face and his eyes landed on Jungkook's, which were already staring right at Taehyung. After what seemed like moments, Jungkook snatched his arm away from Taehyung's hold and threw the pen out the window.

"My bad," he said and left the room without another glance at the older. Taehyung stood by his desk, confused and disgruntled for a few moments, soon after which annoyance filled his senses, and shut his notebook loudly before leaving the class with a scowl on his face.

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Author's note:
I'm sorry for updating at this painful pace. Keep reading and supporting my book. All love💕