// Intimacy // P.JM

Panic

Chapter 3

Amethyst POV

I hate school!

It is a nightmare

A horror

It is horrendous! YES HORRENDOUS! Don't you dare question my outlook!

'Oh please you know you enjoy the drama!'

The same squeaky voice ringed in my ears again; she couldn't have made me more infuriated.

'Do you ever shut up?! I'm trying really hard to throw a sac of filth on school. It's none of your business.'

'Let me get this straight. I know everything that goes in that shit hole of a brain of yours, but... I can't know your business with school... makes sense why you dislike school... you're dumb.'

My blood was boiling, as I was walking the hallway of my university. I hadn't seen Jimin this morning, although the fresh stench of intoxicating cigarettes could be smelt. I didn't give much importance to that, and now something else had wedged my curiosity.

I could hear the gossip that encircled the foyer, while I looked downward to my school shoes, constantly pulling my too short skirt down. They were talking about me,

'She looks like b**ch.'

'Oppa don't look at her! Look at me.'

'So cute! Look at her hair.'

'She is a little out of shape though.'

I gave no regard to the flowery and venomous comments.

I was so preoccupied in my own thoughts that I didn't acknowledge the silence or my surroundings, and crashed in a concrete structure.

The contact wasn't registered in my mind, before I leaned against the locker trying to keep my posture, and the other being somehow found his way right in front of me. His hand near my ear, as one of his hand circled my waist.

I looked up to see... an angel. His face was beautifully sculpted, his eyes doe like and dreamy, and his lips so unique, he was ethereal looking. The closeness of our bodies sent panic surging like electricity through my body, as my phobia made its return.

I did the first thing that occurred to me... I pushed him, at that I heard gasps. His hands detached from my waist, he looked dazed at first, but later he leered, saying, 'Oh I found myself a feisty treat.' He winked, it left an effect, but panic surpassed it, as I ran straight to the washroom.

Trapping myself in a cubicle, I pushed my legs closer to my chest, pressing them together tightly, taking in deep breathes. Once I had composed myself, his image once again flashed in my mind, and it sent the butterflies in my stomach wild.

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My phobia is somewhat different. I dread touch, or any sexual move, or action made by the opposite gender, of course... I have reasons, but just because trepidation takes over me at that moment doesn't mean I hate that person, I just wouldn't want to get in their pants, that's all.

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The rest of the day went pretty okay. Well for the most, I didn't see Jimin or that pretty boy ;) I reached home, and my body ached for the touch of my bed, but as I advanced to my room, I heard chain of laughter, which engrossed my concentration.

'Which visitors do we have now?'

I pressed open the door of my room, to notice that seven boys, including Jimin preoccupied my room. I could see spills of juice, and crumbs of chips all over my sheets and floor, it somehow fueled my fire. My hands rested on my hips, as my lips twitched in displeasure.

'May I ask what you all are doing in my room?' I said through gritted teeth, my full attention on Jimin. He scratched the nape of his neck muttering, 'My room was messy,' He propped another salted chip in his mouth, casually munching on it. His answer couldn't have made me angrier, 'Right, it's okay,' I said. 'But I'll tell you something better, why don't you get your ass up and clean your room. Huh? Sounds good?'

His bright eyes darkened in the butter orange light, and they seemed almost black. His lips were like a straight sketched line, as he muttered, 'What did I say about being on your best behavior?' I gulped the thick saliva that formed near the cavity of my mouth. The tension building up in the room before one of his friends broke it.

'Hey! You are the girl who crashed into Jungkook this morning right?' My eyes instantly hauled up from Jimin's figure, and met the eyes of the boy who just spoke. I crunched my face in bewilderment, as he pointed to a boy who looked at me emotionlessly.

Suddenly it all came rushing to me, as I bobbed my head up and down; too embarrassed to meet his gaze. 'These are my friends,' Jimin spoke up. 'Sit. Introduce yourself; I'll be back with more snacks.' I abruptly sat down, as a flow of excitement hurried through my body.

They introduced each other one by one, the shortest was Jungkook's, 'My name is Jeon Jungkook.' Even at the short introduction I rattled my head earnestly, trying to look as hospitable as possible.

Not long after Jimin showed up, his eyes blood shot red, as he set down the bowls of chips in the centre, sitting beside me. I stared at his disheveled hair, and garnet eyes, he caught me in trance as he leaned down to whisper, 'Is there is something on my face angel?'

Right then the strong scent of cigarettes hit me, as I pushed him away. He let out a small chuckle, although I found no hint of amusement in it.

The rest of the night passed by with me chatting to his group of friends, they were friendly and wholesome, although I frequently flanked my eyes over Jungkook when he wasn't looking my way, to admire his perfectly chiseled face, and the body of a Greek God. I wanted him to speak more, but he was the one who would seldom speak.

In the middle of our argument whether porn should be banned or not, Jin exclaimed, 'Oh God! Boys it's twelve am, we should go now I'm sure gem stone and bad boy over here are tired as well.' I laughed at his random nicknames for us, as he continued, 'Don't do anything naughty. Okay?' I choked on air, before getting up to escort them to the exist.

As I opened the door for everyone to leave, Jungkook whispered, 'I know you were looking at me, sly girl.' His smooth voice, sent chill scuttling down my back, but before I could react he was gone, already seated in his car, ready to speed off.

His words left me grinning like a clown, but I mentally slapped myself for being so obvious. I hope he's in one of my classes. I silently pleaded to God, as I scurried to my room, no longer minding the mess. 

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