scenario; highschool, new boy, crush(the usual bxb)
based off a LGBT story I started, but instead I changed the names to jungkook and jimin obvi
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first person POV get ready! -
[JUNGKOOK'S POV]
He laid down his head softly on the wooden surface of his desk. His black locks in an alluring mess, falling upon his forehead. His breathing was abnormal, as he sighed furiously from across me.
I reached out and placed my hand on his stiff shoulder, resulting in a startle. His body jolted up, his hand covering his heart and his hair catching air.
"A-Are you okay?"
"...I'm fine." Jimin replied, his voice melodic, but his tone and cold-blank stare told me otherwise. Jimin had been a new student in our school, for the past two weeks. He was the mysterious kind, but as I analyzed him more, I could figure there was a bad boy side to him. I would sometimes catch the boy skipping class, hanging out with popular kids, dozing off during a lesson. He was hard to decipher.
Unfortunately, he had the appearance of a distressed prince, he was completely captivating. Without a doubt, I couldn't keep myself from crushing.
Before I went to part my lips, the bell rang cutting our convo short—the student was out of the room in seconds.
What's the deal with this guy?
Every time I try going near him, my heart pounds against my chest as if I just ran a marathon and my words get mixed up—like some fool. Even as I touched him, there was a tingling sensation in my hand as if his presence never left me.
Lunch came around, I made my way to my table full of friends. They waved at me with bright smiles.
"Kook, it happened again!" Taehyung yelled across the cafeteria. Hoseok sat beside him with an embarrassed expression.
I gave a playful smirk, nearly letting out a laugh, however something caught my attention. I staggered out a cough, when I saw Jimin exiting the cafeteria—his hair bouncing, elegantly striding away. However, he was grinning, an addictive, enticing pearly-white smile lighting up his features.
Unconsciously, my body followed after him, pulled like if I were a puppet on a string. My lunch tray landed itself in the trash, as I pushed past the doors—into the deserted halls. The boy froze, and then spun on his heels to face me.
"Are you following me?" He questioned, our faces inches apart. At the question, my palms began to sweat, unaware of my own actions. I averted my gaze, as my heart begun its process of thumping painfully.
When I didn't answer, he pointed a finger at me, "Hey... you're that guy from art. Right?" He said, cocking his head to the side. I nodded, gulping when his eyes flicked towards my lips for a mere second.
"Sorry... I-I—"
"Do you mind escorting me to the nurse?" He spoke, turning slight away from me. "I would go, but I don't trust myself." He chuckled, weakly. A small smile quirked on my face, regaining my confidence.
"Sure."
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Our walk to the nurse was silent, uncomfortable. I kept receiving this weird vibe from him, at times we would glance at each other while the other wasn't looking. Oddly, it felt like he knew his way around quite well as if—
"Thanks." Jimin spoke, but the words lingered in the air like he was waiting for something.
"Want me to walk you in or...?" I chuckled, he continued staring at me blankly. I noticed how I slightly towered over him, making him appear small, but it didn't calm down the intimidation. He wouldn't tear his gaze from me, instead he closed the space between us.
His lips were plumb and soft, covering my own, bringing a sensual comfort. He molded our bodies together in one move. My hands found the back of his head, burying his lips further into mine. He gave me a hunger I couldn't fight back, as the seconds ticked—I found myself getting carried away.
Wanting more, needing more.
He backed me up against the cold wall, my finger twirling itself in one his curls and tugging. Jimin's lips attached themselves to my neck, he sucked deeply on my fragile skin—sending shivers down my spine.
I panted heavily, biting my lip to stop my breathless groans. His blazing hand traveled down my thin school shirt. I unintentionally cursed under my breath, when the bell rang—separating us once again.
"What's the rush?" He told me, huskily, hands beside both sides of me. I didn't want to leave him, but it would be dreadful to get caught by students in heavy make out session with the formal new boy.
"Class." I pushed him off gently, he rose an eyebrow at me.
"Look. I-I barely know you."
"Says the hickies on your neck."
"Y-you gave me hickies!" I whispered, harshly at him. I peered down at his swollen lips.
"Mhm." He hummed, leaning in and kissing along my jawline. My eyes fluttered closed.
"J-Jimin..." I groan, letting him abuse my neck once more. Dread filled me again as we heard the sounds of students just down the hallway.
"It was nice talking to you, Jungkook-ssi." He spoke against my skin, he drifted apart from me. My eyes opened to students hurrying to their classrooms, however, no Jimin in sight. I threw my head back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the heated scene not too long ago. The corner of my lips tugging up at the steamy encounter with the sexy Park Jimin.
"Jungkook-ah, what happened? You left so fast!" Taehyung yelled at me, causing me to look with fear.
"Are you high or something?" Yoongi huffed.
"What." I respond, glares cross both of their faces in disappointment.
"Aigoo, he's so out of it, guys." Hoseok laughed.
"I'm perfectly sober." I argued, earning eye rolls and being waved off. Yoongi threw his arm over my shoulder, whacking my head.
"Yeah, sure you are, kid."
"But I am!" I whined, rubbing my aching head. The four of us made our way to class, three unaware of the previous events, but I myself satisfied, yet full of questions.
