anonymous || pjm

Pt.1

"He is literally, like, right there." Your best friend stated as you desperately tried to ignore her pestering actions, watching with a raised brow as she busied herself by pointing to the male a few tables away with a motion you couldn't help but notice wasn't subtle in the slightest. "Could you at least try to say something?"

"Yuna, I have two hands that I am perfectly capable of using as a weapon, so could you please take this as a threat and leave me alone?" You murmured with a dark undertone, silently praying that she would finally drop the subject once and for all. Apparently, your prayers were either lost in the wind or thrown in the trash, as they had been for the past few years, you supposed.

"But it's so simple! If anything happens, you could just use your seduction skills and get in his pants or something-"

"LEE YUNA-" You shrieked, hurriedly slapping your palm over her mouth to stop her from continuing the sentence, checking your surroundings to see if anyone had heard her spouting nonsense. Luckily, only a few students had turned to check the commotion, but only because of the shriek you unintentionally let out. You release a sigh of relief, only to then grimace in disgust once you feel your friend doing the one thing you probably should have expected.

"Did you just lick my hand?" She laughs at your disgusted expression as you wipe your hand on your clothes, leaning back to watch as she slowly yet fervently drank her juice in an almost mocking manner.

"I might have, yeah."

You click your tongue as you mentally slap her in the face, ready to scold her until you watch as her face slowly morphs into one of either disbelief, shock, or a mixture of both. You couldn't help but hold the same expression as you try to subtly turn around, spotting the male you'd easily identify in a crowd, easily drop everything you own for, easily admit that this man stole your heart and dammit, the only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat as your eyes widen in incredulity.

"Oh my god, oh my lord, Yuna, what do I-" You turn around to ask for help from your friend, only to then spot the female already racing out of the cafeteria, halting just for a second to send you a cheeky wink before leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts. Oh, and your crush.

"Hey." A gruff, raspy voice could be heard from behind you, a hoodie over his head as he lazily ran a hand through his unkempt hair, making your already racing heartbeat pound against your chest as you struggle to come up with an answer that was supposed to be simple, but apparently your brain had other plans.

"Hello, fellow carbon based life form." Goddammit-

He doesn't question you, only shifting slightly in his position as he glances at something behind you in the most subtle way possible, but you managed to catch it as you had been, unsurprisingly, engrossed in the color of his eyes, the color of his hair, hell, even his choice of attire. Damn, this is probably the closest you've been to the man, who could judge you for wanting to imprint every detail in your mind?

Though before you could glimpse at whatever had the male's fixated attention, his lips suddenly curved into a smirk that sent your mind into a frenzy of thoughts; after all, who wouldn't want their year long crush to look at them like that? You internally slap yourself to rid your mind of any ideas, simply wanting to make a good impression on the man of your affections.

"Y-you must be," You breath in as a desperate attempt to stabilize your voice, "Min Yoongi, right?"

His smirk curves up higher just the slightest bit, and if its objective was to send you into a spiral of thoughts, then dammit, it sure as hell worked. Not that you would ever, ever admit to that fact.