Taehyung finally snapped out of the trance he had unknowingly entered, gasping when he realised what this meant. He wasn't going to be alone! He quickly tried to get Jimin's attention, which only resulted in him earning a stern look from the class teacher. He rolled his eyes and looked around the class, scanning his eyes over everyone to look for somebody writing on their hand. Somebody, anybody, but there was nobody.
Taehyung sighed deeply. Confusion flooding into his mind, did he know the person? Taehyung decided to once more around the classroom noticing Jimin looking at him in a confused manner. Smiling boxily, he lifted his hand up revealing the pink splodge on his hand, resulting in yet another stern look and an even more confused Jimin.
"Okay class, it seems that Jimin and Taehyung here want to tell us something." The teacher announced, staring angrily at the pair.
"N-no sir, I just wanted to show Jimin something..." Taehyung stuttered, growing nervous at all the sudden attention. Sniggers filled the classroom as he blushed beet red looking down at his doodle-filled notepad. Taehyung didn't really like attention, in most situations he tried to stay quiet and go unnoticed. However his math teacher had a liking to try and push the boy out of his comfort zone, which just resulted in either a flustered Taehyung or an annoyed Jimin."No, do go on Mr Kim. Or maybe you can stay behind after class and tell me what you wanted to tell Mr Park?" The teacher smirked.
"I don't want to say," Tae whispered, shuffling uncomfortably under everyone's eyes.
"Well, Mr Kim, we can't always get what we want." The teacher cockily said, his smirk growing larger as he saw the young boy's clear uncomfortableness.
"B-but-"
Ring Ring!
The school bell rang, Taehyung sighed in relief.
"Consider yourself lucky, Mr Kim. Pack away class and move on to next period!" The teacher shouted, attempting to be louder than the bustle that had filled the once quiet classroom.Taehyung jumped from
his seat, grabbed his things and rushed to the front where Jimin stood waiting.
"Jimin! Guess what!" Tae rushed, barely able to control his excitement. His normally calm and collective voice came out rather high pitched and shakey."I guess it is important, but before you tell me are you okay? I know that asshole has a thing for being mean to you." Jimin said, worry in his eyes. A soft smile reaching his lips as he saw the excitement on his friends face.
"Yeah, I'm fine I guess. But I was writing on my hand and I got a response!" Tae practically shrieked, getting weird looks from the other students who were also leaving the small room.
"Really? Now it's only me with nobody," The elder whined, smiling at his taller friend.
"Don't worry, you'll find someone. I found someone who looked perfect for you earlier!" Tae said, returning his friend's smile.
"What? Who?"
"Min Yoongi, you'll know the guy. Short, rapper, popular, senior."
"Which one is he?" Jimin said, his eyes travelling down to the ground. If he was honest, Yoongi was his crush. Well, one of them. Jimin had two crushes, Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok. They were seen as the popular boys of the school, both of them were known for their many talents and prestigious families.
"Maybe not, nevermind" Tae gave up, sighing deeply.
"So, what class do you have next?" Jimin spoke, when they finally made it out onto the busy corridor.
"I have photography, the teachers so annoying and doesn't really like my style but meh." Tae said, a little disheartened.
"Aww, TaeTae, " Jimin glimpsed at Tae's face, his face was straight and his eyes showed no emotion.
"Anyway, what-" Before Taehyung could finish his sentence, he collided into a strong, firm chest.
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Sorry if it's short,
i'll start writing more soon! I just hurt my arm at the moment, rip.
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