Why Am I Not Enough? - p.j.m

who are you?

Da Yeon's P.O.V

Highschool.

The first day of highschool.

Just like how you would expect any other book to start off.

The several textbooks in my hands were weighing down on me, making my movements slower.

I seriously wish that I had telekenisis.

I struggled to hold everything in place, but I was almost about to reach my locker.

That was until this annoying brat ran towards my direction and bumped into me.

"Hey!" I raised my voice at the boy as I looked down at all my books.

Assuming that the boy only muttered a sorry and left immediately- like how any other boy would, I crouched down to start picking my books up.

However, this boy crouched down with me and started to help me get my books.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." He sheepishly apologised as he was about to pass the books to me.

His movements stopped instantly when he realised that I was already struggling with the few books that were already in my hands.

"Where's your locker? I'll help you bring these there." He said.

"It's fine, it's just right upfront, you can just pass me the books since you're rushing to somewhere." I sighed, signalling him to pass me my books.

"Don't worry, I can help you." He smiled, then walked towards where I said my locker was.

This boy wasn't that much of a jerk after all.

"What's the code?" He asked, then he saw my confused expression, "Don't worry, I won't steal."

"It's still untouched. It should be open." I said and he realised how dumb he looked.

He opened the locker, then neatly placed my books into my locker, one by one.

"Now you gotta set your code. What do you want it as?" He asked.

"Ah, I mean..." I awkwardly said, not really wanting to share it with him.

He looked down at his watch, then said, "0827, that's the timing now."

He then set the passcode to my locker without even hearing my opinion on it.

Huh, this guy is really weird. Uniquely weird.

"Thanks, you can go now." I slightly bowed, and he smiled widely.

"I didn't catch your name though." He said.
Oh gosh.

"I don't think I wanna tell you yet. Maybe next time." I said and he scoffed with a little smirk.

"You're great at playing games. How about your class?" The boy asked.

"1-3" I said, and he nodded while pursing his lips.

"Well, see you later, junior." He waved at me, before introducing himself before he left, "I'm Min Yoongi."

He ran off, just like that.

And those are the kind of guys that I don't want to be too involved with. Heard they're heart breakers.

(SKIP)

I walked into the classroom, and no one was inside yet. No one besides this one guy.

He was sitting down, reading a book, adjusting his glasses every few seconds.

Classmate, I see.