You Take My Breath Away - ON HIATUS

Chapter One: Yes, Sir. No, Sir. Three bags full, sir.

Art seemed to run on for ages. Jimin never listened to the art teacher but did the lecturer give a shit? No, did he fuck. I don't know why Jimin was even at the art college considering he couldn't paint or draw and he never did any work. He could also afford to go the most prestigious schools in South Korea but instead he decided to come to this shitty place.The only thing he was good at was annoying the fuck out of people and laughing his annoyingly adorable laugh. There was only one person that knew I was gay and that was Hoeseok. I blurted it out one time when we got drunk after throwing up in a strangers bathroom at a house party, sobbing on the white tiled floor with vomit and snot slowly dripping down my chin. I made him promise that he would never tell a soul and, so far, he hasn't.

"Yoongi?" Mr Jeong, the art lecturer, called out with an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, sir?" I smiled, quickly blinking my eyes.

"I assume you know the answer to the question?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, beginning to roll his sleeves up a little bit considering the hall was getting warmer by the minute due to the AC breaking yesterday.

"Uh, y-yes of course." I squinted at the blackboard at the front of the classroom noticing that we were learning about Leonardo Da Vinci's architectural work. I suddenly felt 32 pairs of eyes on me from all directions. I swallowed hard as I noticed my hands get clammy. Not now, Yoongi. Not fucking now.

"Well? I'm waiting?"

"W-what was the question, sir?" He shook his head and sighed.

"It was to open the damn window." He muttered, closing his eyes in frustration and pinching the bridge of his nose. I swallowed again before shakily prying myself from the uncomfortable, plastic seat to walk to the large window. I quickly opened it before shuffling back to my seat and threw my hood up with my pencil shaking violently in my hand.

The end of the lesson meant that I had to have a regular meeting with my Art teacher. This was because last year, I was always really far behind. When I say really far behind, I mean three months behind. There was a number of reasons that I was that far behind, the most frequent being good old fashioned depression. There were certainly days last year when I didn't have the energy, neither physically nor mentally, to get out of bed in the morning. I didn't want to be like that, it's not like I thought "Fuck it, let's just use my depression as an excuse to get out of lessons.". I didn't like thinking about the inevitability of death. Depression destroys your life and makes you push away the people that love you most.

"You seemed a bit distracted today, Yoongi. Is everything okay?" No, I'm hiding a massive secret that could possibly end me if anyone found out.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I've just got a lot on my mind." I sighed with a small smile before frowning and looking at my fingernails.

"Like?" The teacher pushed.

"Like a new kid joining my dorm without anyone telling me which is setting my agoraphobia off big time."

"I see. I can try and get this kid moved if you want." My eyes widened as I shook my head.

"N-no. Well, there's no point really. We've only got, like, a month until we graduate anyway." I stuttered. There was no way in hell that the opportunity to snatch Jimin, the only openly gay kid in the University, and have him as my boyfriend would get taken away.

"Well, if you want him to then just let me know and I can get something done." I nodded quickly as I noticed my breathing quicken.

"S-sir, can I go?" I panted, trying to not allow myself to have a panic attack. He nodded equally as quick before opening the classroom door. I all but ran out of the room, tears near enough streaming down my face. As if things couldn't get any worse, I ran into someone. Someone taller than me. Someone older than me. Someone with bougie clothes. Someone called Park Jimin. Fuck. You know when you really want to speak to your crush but all you can think is about the worst way to start talking to them? This is my worst situation.