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Haeun's POV

Clouds are scattered all across the sky with not one glimpse of the hues of light blue hidden beneath. Not even the sun is strong enough to pierce through the murky mist and bring light to my surroundings as I walk to school later that same morning.

My whole body shivers with every step I take, each intake of breath followed by a milky fog escaping my lips. I could've sworn it was warm this morning, vaguely remembering the heat and brightness that had awoken me from my slumber.

This sudden change of weather over the course of an hour is drastic. To the point that it doesn't seem possible for it to be the same day...

But I don't give this another thought.

Instead, I think of you.

It's still early in the morning, yet I already wish for my classes to be over. We had made plans this morning to meet at our favorite café afterward, this filling me with anticipation.

I think back to being in your arms just this morning, how your warm arms fueled my urge to go back to sleep. I can't help but crack a soft smile at the memory, a feeling of warmth in this seemingly neverending cold.

I try to ignore the cold winds jabbing at me, stinging my skin with everything touch, but it is no use. I decide instead to quicken my paces, both to bring a bit of warmth to my body and to ensure I am on time to class.

By the time I reach the seat of my desk in the shadows of the classroom, I only have one minute to spare before being late.

I settle into the seat that I will be in for the next hour while watching a group of students flood into the classroom minutes after class has already started. Our teacher stares at them from the front of the room with a hint of annoyance and disapproval, but at this point, it's not like he isn't used to it already.

As he begins the lesson, I find myself losing focus of everything around me. The teacher's voice. My classmate's foot tapping. The rustling of paper from the studious student beside me. Instead, I let myself slip into my thoughts, visualizing your face in my head. Taehyung. The love of my life. The only one that matters.

And I know that since the day my heart fell for you, this is what controls my mind, body, heart, and soul. The idea of you. The idea of loving you. And the idea of being loved by you.

I suddenly hear someone clear his throat obnoxiously loud, interrupting my thoughts.

"Ms. Nam, I would appreciate you paying attention when I'm talking to you. Maybe you wouldn't be failing my class if you did."

He practically throws the test paper at my folded arms that lazily rest on the desk. He gives one last look of judgment before moving on to the next student.

I sigh.

I don't even have to flip over the sheet of paper to know what would be inked onto the front.

A D was written in bright red ink.

I simply place the test into my binder filled with other failed attempts at doing math and bring my gaze up to the front of the room where the teacher is now explaining some new concept.

As he talks, the sound of the ticking clock soon drowns out his words, and I am left staring at that dull wall, waiting impatiently for the clock to signify the end of the lecture.

***

When I finally hear the bell release me, I quickly gather all my things and prepare to dash out of the room. But, I am stopped when my eyes are faced with a pair of black skinny jeans, blocking my way out of my desk.

I let my eyes meet those of the boy in front of me.

The first thing I notice is his eyes. Then, it's his soft, blonde hair. Then, it's his sculpted jawline. Then, the single, silver earring dangling from his right ear. He is breathtakingly handsome.

And yet, whenever I think of the word handsome, my mind will always go back to you.

"Uhh hi, Nam Haeun?" He sounds a bit nervous, but a smile is plastered onto his face.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Maybe?... Probably not...I'm the one who sits there. My name's Park Jimin." I follow his finger to a desk placed a few rows in front of me and to my right. I rack my brain for memories of his face among the crowd of people at this school, but nothing seems to pop up.

"Oh yeah, I've seen you around campus before." I lie to him, not wanting him to feel awkward.

And yet, silence follows my response.

"So, umm was there something you needed? I should be getting to my next class." He doesn't respond to my question. Instead, it's as if he has zoned out while staring at my forehead.

"Exc-cuse me? Jimin?" When he doesn't respond, I consider leaving him there so that I can make my way to the next class. But instead, I wave my hand in front of his face, causing him to snap out of his trance with a jolt.

"Ri-ight. I'm a math tutor...and Mr. Jung asked me if I could tutor and help you raise your grade." I raise my eyebrow at that and glance over at the teacher who, at the moment, is scribbling complete nonsense on the whiteboard. That's weird...I didn't think he cared.

"Mr. Jung asked you?" I ask for confirmation, and he viciously nods his head yes at that. "Is it mandatory?"

I see his tongue push at the side of his cheek as he thinks of his answer.

"Well...no but-"

"Great, then I appreciate the offer, but no thank you." I bow my head at him and squeeze my way past him to the door. When I'm halfway across the room, I hear his voice once again.

"Wait!"

I turn my head back around to see him reach into his pocket to reveal a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbles something onto the slip of notebook paper before walking it over to me.

"Here. In case you change your mind."

Before I can object, he places the paper into my hand and walks past me. By the time I turn back around to face the doorway, he is already out of slight.

That's weird...I haven't talked to other guys at this school for ages. I wonder what you would think of him, Taehyung...

My eyes then drift to the piece of paper placed in my hand, and I see a few numbers written on it. What I assume to be his phone number.

And that tiny piece of paper, a phone number. It will soon spark the events that shall change the course of Haeun's reality. Where things that used to make complete sense start making no sense at all.

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Author's Note

Jimin is introduced! I'm actually really excited to be writing this story! I already have the entire storyline planned out in my head. If anyone took the time to read this, thank you so much!💜

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