Oh na na (Bmin)

Chapter 9 - Let's go play

"YOU KISSED HER?" Taehyung shrieks, Matthew is pretty sure his eardrums are now permanently damaged. The two best friends are currently walking or more like running to school. First period had started fifteen minutes ago and it will take about ten more minutes for them to get to class. BM was asleep until he woke up to Taehyung banging on his bedroom's door, Taehyung knew where the spare key to the front door is and had let himself in after a good five minutes of waiting for his best friend to open the door.

The revelation of his feelings and the events of the previous day, kept BM up until 4 am and to make sure he would be late to class, he forgot to charge his dead phone which also works as his alarm clock. But good thing he's a dude or the two of them would not be here, all he needs to do is brush his teeth, change clothes, grab his bag and a pair of shoes and he's good to go, no need to think about anything.

"ONLY ON THE FOREHEAD!" Matthew shouts back, continuing their ongoing loud conversation. It would have been impossible to keep his thoughts by himself. He and J.Seph have been friends for a long time, they know each other like the backs of their hands. Besides he needs to went, he is still a little freaked out about his crush on his best friend or friend, he isn't really sure which.

"HOW THE HECK DID YOU MANAGE TO DO THAT?!" Taehyung's eyes are the widest Matthew has ever seen them be, he can even see the little pink veins in his eyeballs. To be honest, he doesn't know how to answer. How did he manage to do the one thing that seemed and still seems impossible?

"I don't know it just happened, it was a spur of the moment?" BM voices out the last sentence as more of a question than an answer. He looks to his left and notices the old lady from yesterday, once again behind the counter serving a customer, a man in a suit this time. BM quickly averts his gaze elsewhere and picks up his pace right at his best friends heels who is more eager to get into class as fast as possible. Unlike him who is too tired to care and they are already late, it wouldn't make any difference either way.

"Spur of the moment?! You call kissing the goddess of the school on the forehead a spur of the moment?" Taehyung asks him breathlessly, clearly questioning his best friends sanity in his mind. Matthew doesn't blame him though, he would too, and he does question his own sanity. There is nothing wrong in liking Somin more than as a friend, besides the point that they are and will stay as friends, he's surprised he didn't start crushing on her since the day they bumped into each other. Yeah, he probably was attracted to her since day one but how could you not be at least a little attracted to her. Okay, his smitten best friend probably isn't, he's got it bad for his girlfriend.

"So, you like her?" Taehyung who noticed that he wouldn't get an answer to his earlier question, asks another one, this time completely serious. The two of them have now stepped on school grounds and proceed to walk toward the dreadful building, also known as the synonym for the word - school.

Matthew thinks for a while before settling on a proper answer, "Yeah. I do. You know? She is so damn beautiful.". Any other person would think that he is a superficial person for saying that but Taehyung knows better. He knows that his best friend is talking about more than just looks. The black haired male has also seen the way he looks at Somin, the way he acts around her and above all, he has seen them together.

The sound of their classmates chatting can be heard through the classroom door where the two males are now standing in front of. The two best friends look at each other with wide eyes and immediately open the door, the absence of a certain teacher greets them merrily. If it is a history class and students are talking about whatever, it means that Mr. Lee is absent and there is a substitute who is too scared or lazy to mark anyone anything. The other students briefly turn to look at the newcomers before continuing on with their conversations, a few girls linger their gazes on them longer than what is considered appropriate. The substitute just glances uninterested as they make their way to their usual seats. There are instructions reflected on the whiteboard in front of the class but it is clear that most of the students aren't doing the assigned work. BM parks his behind on his seat and rests his head on the desk. He is too tired to care about school and do the homework he had left undone yesterday, so he decides to use the final minutes of first period on some well-needed sleep.