study with me ✎ m.yg x p.jm

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yoongi

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it was the next day of school since receiving our partners, and i was beyond anxious. what if he just comes up and talks to me? what will i say? what if i do something stupid?

jimin was the last to walk into the room, as usual, the bell ringing right after he speed walks through the doorway.

i was taken out of my thoughts as my 3rd period started and the chatter of the kids stopped quickly. i waited to hear the tapping behind me from him. it took another minute, but i did.

taptaptaptaptap—

it continued at the fast pace you get when you're anxious about something. or just bored and feel the need to do something.

throughout our shared math class i could hear jimin joking around with his "friends" in that class. jimin's one of the kids that everybody just knows about and engages with, you know? too bad i'm way too terrified to talk to him, i don't even know what i'd ask.

as i was slightly turned in my chair, waiting for the stapler to come around from him, i felt it hovering over my right shoulder, even though i was obviously turned to to the left. i had always been turned to the left when passing papers back or collecting things form my row, how hadn't he noticed that I was expecting the left? i sighed lightly. i was overthinking things again. how selfish.

i stapled my paper and handed it over to the next row, the kid's hand slightly brushing mine. just that small action got me thinking.

why can't i fall for someone who might be on my level? i bet the kid's actually nice, too.

i shake the thought away. no one on my level truly interested me. or was under my "standards". those standards being the kid must be: cute, boyfriend/girlfriend/partner material, of average-ish build, give good hugs, and not be an absolute heathen. which is why my crushes were way out of my league. that basic description is already too perfect for someone like me.

maybe i can slip him my number or something in-between classes? but he doesn't use his locker, like i don't. his bag is never near enough to me for me to do that. and i'm definitely not just giving it to him. maybe i could—

an annoying sound came through and made me spring up like clockwork. the bell rang a few seconds more and there were already tons of students clouding the hallways. i followed the mental line that i had made for myself since the beginning of the year and started on to my favorite (maybe not for too much longer) class, science.

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the entire class i caught jimin trying to look at me from his table which in front of me to the right. i almost said "what do you want?" out loud at one point because it was almost annoying now.

almost.

it was still cute when he wouldn't look away when i caught him, and because i didn't want to seem weird, i looked away quicker than what should've been humanly possible to avoid a blush dusting my pale face.

near the end of class, we were given the packet we would need to fill out this week. mr. lee then told us to go talk with our partners about the packet and getting together twice over the course of a week. he gave us the packets too early though. it was wednesday today and we had to start the work with our partners next week. oh well.

i grabbed my bag and got up to go sit in the now empty seat beside him, glancing at ann who was raising her eyebrows at us, eventually getting hoseok to do it from across her room too. i laughed a bit, out of embarrassment because he could've seen them, before sitting down next to him.

"hey." i said starting to scan the packet. it looked pretty easy, actually.

"yoongi!" he smiled at me.

don't you dare give me such a look, you shit.

"did you even know my name before yesterday?" i laughed at i said that, trying not to sound too rude.

"of course i did, who do you take me for?" he said.

my mind was screaming and honestly i'm surprised i verbally wasn't. i'm gonna have a whole 18 weeks of this? oh my god. no doubt, i was already blushing. scratch that, actually. knowing me, i was probably like an apple right about now.

"anyway, what do you think of this? easy or difficult?" i refrain from saying the word 'hard' as much as possible, in regard to my mind.

he skimmed through it and i studied his hands instead of the material.

they looked strong on the top, but once you got to his fingers and palm, it was like they were still a baby's hand. plump and small. how fucking adorable, park jimin.

"it looks kinda easy. i have google anyways."

"yeah, well, sorry to tell you that you can't google a long word problem. even google doesn't want to do that." i laughed causing him to laugh too. oh my god his laugh was cute.

i think i've made the real decision. no, not the "i'm definitely in love with him" kind of thing. more of the... well...

more of an "i'd let him punch me" kind of thing.