BTS Smut

Lie - BTS Jimin

My parents' house made up one realm... this realm was familiar to me in almost every way— mother and father, love and strictness, model behavior, and school.

Lie

You walked into class, hopeful to see him again. You'd never noticed him, until the day your sister dropped you off at school an hour early.

You'd complained to her that day about being left at school so early, but you had no other choice. Your parents had been off on vacation and she was left in charge of you. She was attending university, which was fifteen minutes away from your house unlike your high school which was five minutes away from your house. She had early classes, and there was always traffic in the morning, so she would either have to drop you off early or you'd have to walk to school. You would've walked to school, but it was a twenty minute walk, and the dark clouds above your head seemed to threaten you with rain that day.

You'd walked into class, a frown on your face, and slammed your books on the desk, slumping into your seat and grumbling. Then he'd asked if you were alright. You hadn't even seen him sitting at the back of what you thought was the empty classroom. You'd nodded at him, but he'd frowned. He even put down the book he had been reading and went to sit next to you. He'd pressed further until you explained to him what had happened. He'd then tried to cheer you up, by telling you jokes he'd said he'd gotten from his hyung. From there, a friendship had blossomed. You learned much about him, such as how his strict parents wanted him to focus on his studies, and how he aspired to go to a dance school so that he could be classically trained. He was a model student, really, and you admired that about him. Since then, you decided you'd show up early everyday just to speak to him, to have time with him.

You put your things down on your desk and skipped over to him, taking a seat on the empty desk next to his. He looked up from his book and gave you a large grin.

"You seem extremely happy today," Jimin spoke. You flashed him a cheeky smile, bouncing in your seat.

"I am! I don't know why, I'm just kind of full of energy," you said, and even shook in your seat to prove your point of just how active you were.

"There's no reason behind it?"

"Not really," you shrugged. He chuckled at you, shaking his head.

"And how are you?" you asked, placing your head on your hands and making a flower pose, showing off your cute side to him.

"I'm hot," he said, moving up in his chair and removing his black jacket.

"Yes, Chim, you are," you teased. It wasn't a joke in your head, though. Jimin's looks were absolutely nothing to joke about. He had a sharp jaw, and extremely thick, plush, and pink lips, along with a cute button nose, and eyes a beautiful shade of dark brown you'd never seen before. His pearly white smile was killer, something to die for, and his smooth voice could bring the angels in heaven to shame.

"Flirting again, are we?" he asked with a laugh, and his eyes almost closed as his smile was so wide. He then stood and hung his jacket on the back of his seat, raising an eyebrow at you playfully.

"Maybe a little," you said, closing one eye and lifting your hand, making a small space between your thumb and index to emphasize just how little. You hadn't known him much, maybe about a month and a half, but you trusted him with your life. You went from strangers, to friends and from friends, into something more, which included flirting and teasing. Unfortunately you both wouldn't admit that there was something else between you two.

"Maybe you should keep the teasing going," he said, a smug look on his face while placing a hand next to his ear, letting you know he wanted to hear more.