secrets don't make friends |bts fanfic

four

later that day..

Mikayla POV

i walked down the hall that handsome boy, kim seokjin was walking down. 

i'd been following him ever since the school bell rang for school to be officially over.

what were my intentions exactly?

to get that guy's number of course.

but my shyness overcame me and now im following behind him instead.

we passed a few classrooms and a few courtyards before seokjin finally stopped at his car.

as he was unlocking the car, i hid behind a wall so he wouldn't see me.

in the meantime, i tried to mentally reprimand myself.

okay, you can do this. just go over there, say hi, and ask for his number.

i nodded to myself and tried to walk away before someone's grip on my wrist startled me.

"agh!" i shrieked, almost dropping my books.

"what are you doing here?" asks namjoon, the buffoon from earlier.

i admit, i completely hated this guy.
just his whole aura and mannerisms made me furious.

after he called the skirt i worked so hard on sowing this weekend "paper machè", i had grown a huge spot of hate in my heart for him.

"why does it matter?" i ask, peeking back at seokjin, who was sitting in his car, on his phone.

"because i wanted to ask you something first."

oh gosh. not another love confession! i was already tired of these in high school from random nerds, and now this one wants to confess as well.

"look, if you're here to confess love to me, i don't have ti-" i comment before he cuts me off.

"what?! no! i just met you, why would i have a crush on you?"

my cheeks flushed of embarrassment.

if only he knew that it was the real reason im behind a wall right now. to talk to a crush i've just met.
seokjin and i had a certain connection, i could just feel it.

the way he gazed at me in class set fire to my heart that i couldn't extinguish.

"oh, well sorry." i apologized. "what is it do you want?"

i look at namjoon, who was wiping sweat from his hand onto his jeans and ruffling his hair back.

he pushed up his spectacles, "well, i was gonna ask you if you wanted to come to a party tonight at jungkook's house..."

i nodded at him, checking on seokjin every four seconds. "yeah?"

"and the party is gonna be filled with athletes.."

"yeah, so what?"

"so i was wondering if you would accompany me there, ya know, as a d-date.." he said nervously, looking away.