yoonseok ; popular boy

Popular Boy

I sat against the wall of the school, smelling the fresh air of the outdoors. I sketched drawings of my surroundings. I was focused on what I was doing until I heard voices talking, quite loudly. 

"Hey! Wait up!"
"Hoseok!"
"He's so handsome!"
"I'd kill to date Hoseok."
Hoseok? I'd heard the name many times, but never seen the guy himself. Supposedly he was really popular. And really attractive. Even a lot of guys said he's gorgeous. I've heard a guys in my class named Jungkook and Jin talking about him with some of their friends. I had asked them who he was, they told me he was the most handsome and popular guy in the whole school, and everybody was all over him. The girls, the gay guys, the straight guys, even teachers treated the guy like a god. But, I'd never seen him, so I didn't know what all the fuss was about.
I looked up from my sketch book to see a group of people crowded around somebody. Hoseok, I guessed.
"What's your ideal type Hoseok?"
"Are you single?"
"Can I have a picture with you?"
They acted like he was some kind of celebrity. The guy can't be that amazing can he? I couldn't even see him from the crowd of people surrounding him. I stood up and tried to get closer. As I did so someone shoved me, and I dropped my sketch book. And the person slightly bruised my arm. I saw somebody push two others out of the way from inside of the crowd. I saw a guy pick up my sketch book, then face me, and hold his hand out holding my book, waiting for me to take it. Then I got a good look at the guy. A very good look at him.
It was Hoseok.
Everybody was right.
He was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen in my entire life. Perfect-well, EVERYTHING.
I finally understood what everybody was talking about.
"Hello..?" He said.
Even his voice was perfect. It sounded kind, calming, and charming in its own special way.
He chuckled.
His laugh, was perfect too. He laughed at how I looked at him. But it didn't sound like he was laughing in a rude way. Even though he was laughing at me, it wasn't a rude "I'm laughing at you". He laughed like the way you laugh when an adorable kitten does something dumb and just looks super cute.
"This is yours, right?" Hoseok asked.
I nodded slowly, but didn't take it. He smiled and opened the book.
"W-What are you doing?" I stammered stepping closer to see.
"Oh, he talks?" The male teased. Once again, it wasn't in a rude way. Like the way you tease your best friend.
I didn't respond. I was going to, trying to, but no words came out. I knew what I wanted to say, but for some reason I just didn't say it.
"He also blushes." Hoseok grinned looking down at my face. He was a bit taller than me. I wasn't surprised though, I'm not a tall guy, I'm pretty short. But was I blushing? I felt weird and warm inside.
"It looks like he draws as well." He said averting his powerful gaze to my book.
"Min Yoongi." He read my name aloud, I had printed it on the first page.
"Yoongi." He whispered to himself. "Where did your parents come up with such a gorgeous name?"
He looked to me and I froze.
"Gorgeous name for a gorgeous boy." He winked at me.
The most popular and handsome guy in the entire school who everybody is all over just met me and is flirting with me.
Hoseok looked backed to my book, he flipped through a few pages looking at my drawings.
"Wow, a work of art has made so many works of art." He said. I thought I was about to drop dead right there. I understood why everybody freaked out over him.
Hoseok stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled a pen out. Then he wrote something on a page in my book. He then handed me the book, and I finally took it from him.
He wrote his phone number in my book, along with the words, "Call me, -Hoseok ❤️"
He had written a heart next to his name.
"Will you?" He asked. I nodded looking into his beautiful eyes. Then he leaned in close to my ear.
"Also, meet me at the back of the school, when school ends." He whispered to me. I felt his warm breath trickle down my neck. Then he leaned out a bit to see my face, he was still really close. My nose brushed his slightly.
"Okay?" He spoke.
"Y-Yeah." I stuttered.
"Good." He smiled moving away. Then he walked off.
Then I remembered that tons of people where there the entire time. Watching us like we were in some K-Drama. They all crowded around me asking me questions. But the thing was, I was still questioning what just happened.
TIME SKIP
The bell rang, signalling that school had ended. I hurried to the back of the school, where Hoseok told me to meet him. I stood there not seeing him anywhere.
"Ah, I got him to show up." A familiar voice said from behind me.
I turned and saw Hoseok there. He stood awfully close to me. "H-Hey." I stuttered.
He moved closer to me, so our bodies were almost touching.
"So, my little work of art," He spoke, "Are you a hands on piece? Or would security come get me if I touched the art that is your body?"
Everything in my body felt hot. I was probably blushing so much right now. "Are you going to answer my question?" He let out a low, seductive chuckle.
He actually wanted an answer.
"H-Hands o-o-on...?" I stuttered a bit like it was more of question than a statement.
"That was the answer I wanted." He kept a flirty tone as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my body onto his. I didn't know what to do so I just stared at him. He leaned his face close to mine.
"I like you, Yoongi. There's something about you that's different to me. Everything about you I like. My friend Jimin told me about you, and I've wanted to know you ever since~" He said.
"But you don't have to like me back. I just want you to know about your not-so-secret admirer." He finished.
"Hoseok... I want to know you more. And I already know, even if you never said this to me, I'd end up liking you a lot, more than just a friend." I told him.
"Then get to know me, and end up liking me a lot so I can be with you."
"I already do like you a lot."
"Well if you like me, does that give me permission to kiss you?" He asked.
"I barely know you..." I replied.
He frowned slightly and looked hurt. He tried to find something to say but couldn't find the words.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in really close.
"Kiss me, stranger."