FOOLS // Yoonmin

Chapter 5: Jimin's POV

I'm a spark and you're a boom. What am I supposed to do?

I sat in the library after my period 4 maths class with hopes that the rain would let up a little before my bus came. It was always half an hour after school finished, which was good as it meant I wasn't walking in a horde of students headed toward their parent's cars; but was just the more annoying when I was blessed with a forty minute detention. I was situated on the side of the library right where the windows were; as the heating was always turned to the highest degree, due to the fact the library was run by the most cold hearted senile woman in the world, they were almost entirely fogged up. I wrapped my stained blazer sleeve around my hand and rubbed a circle in the condensated water on the glass, its cold contents left a mark on my already dirty sleeve. A fulfilling Squeak! sound was elicited from my action, earning me a stern Shush! from the librarian. I smiled looking out through the glass pane at the picturesque combination of deep greens and greys which swirled together as each passing raindrop hit the surface of the aperture and travelled through my line of vision. I tore my eyes away from the sight, my attention being caught by a student calling her mother as the rain was getting worse by the minute. I sighed in envy, the heavy feeling in my chest grew once again.

The library was quiet, mostly because not many students had assignments due on the first day of school; the colourful rows of books and the fuzzy turquoise carpet below them heavily juxtaposed the billowing water painting right outside. I felt warm in there; safe. But safety never lasted long, not in my world at least. I exhaled a deep breath, knowing it was time to go. My heavy footsteps found their way to the old heating fixture by the silent study area, just to capture some warmth before heading out into the storm.

My walk to the bus stop was short and usually quite tolerable, but on this day it was anything but. My head turned to the pavement so that I was actually able to see where my feet were going as heavy droplets of wetness powered down, drenching me from head to toe. I looked like a mess probably; deep down I wished someone was there to pull up beside me and let me in their car

But who would want that?

I thought to myself, angry that I even let the idea fall into my head. I traipsed through the semi-inundated car park, my socks getting soaked by the amount of puddles I was unwillingly stepping in. I carried myself through it though, not letting the heaviness of my wet clothes or my chest get in the way of the fact I needed to get home for Kookie; he was more important than however I felt in that moment. I wished I had a distraction though; I wanted to pull my phone out and plug in my headphones but I didn't in fear the rain would ruin that too, knowing I didn't have the funds to replace it.

Yanking me out of my thoughts were the sounds of a car pulling out of the car park, I looked up to see if I was anywhere in its way before my gaze locked on the features of the driver, his piercing stare glided toward my face, somehow it eased the weight caught between my ribs momentarily. I beamed, suddenly feeling lighter than the raindrops which toppled down around me.

Mr. Yoongi.

His soft black hair messy and tangled due to the moisture of the rain, he watched me with the same focus I'd witnessed earlier that day as he played the piano. He waved, an embarrassed smile flooding his features, and not being able to control the excitement the teacher gave me, I waved back; the grin erupting on my face illuminating my entire being. There was something about the man which brought this on but I didn't know what it was and I didn't really toil with the notion either, knowing it may only disappoint me in the end. I watched him let out a soft chuckle before turning to leave the car park, the light in the area vanishing along with him. Part of me wished he'd let me come with him, sure of the fact he'd have a warm home with a booming fire to get back to, I brushed away the image from my mind, replacing it with my own cold, sterile home, and felt the weight return in my heart once again.