The story about a boy who loved the night, and was able to change the world, hand in hand, with a boy who loved *him*.
"One day I'll be able to reach the stars, just like him." He mumbled softly, his hand intertwined with
*_________'s*, a soft smil...
'God, why am I so nervous?' Jimin thought to himself 'It's already my third year, why is this happening?' Like always, Jimin questioned everything. He entered the crowded building and ducked under the flying hands of past friends. He smiled at some people but squinted at the others.
'Why can't I just get to the classroom smoothly for once? These people need to know that we've got places to be and that they shouldn't keep talking to their. . . friends.' Jimin sighed. But continued to walk and mumble to himself.
For what seemed like eons, Jimin finally reached his homeroom class. He opened the door and squinted. There were people running around, sitting on the desks, throwing paper, and screaming too. 'You would think that people have matured when they reached college. Welp, I was wrong.' Jimin's class were full of first years with only a few seconds and thirds. He walked over to a desk when suddenly, a boy with a leather jacket bumped into him and caused Jimin to fall onto the floor.
"Watch it! You're in the middle of our area!" He yelled. Jimin sighed, not willing to pick up a fight.
"Hey! You're being a huge idiot right now. Apologize to him!" A tall boy with a deep voice said.
"Tae, it was HIS fault, you blind ass. He shouldn't have been in the way." The boy growled. Tae squinted.
"He was trying to SIT DOWN. Have some respect."
"I don't care, he was IN MY WAY."
"You're such an asshole. Unless you want to get beat up, right here, right now, I suggest you move along." Tae growled at the boy. The boy flinched, glared at Jimin, and walked away. Tae sighed and looked at Jimin. He smiled a boxy smile and held out his hand.
"Sorry, you had to go through that," Tae huffed. He shot a look at the boy and scoffed. "Those dudes are jerks. But anyway, I'm Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. But you can call me Tae."
Jimin smiled. He took Tae's hand and he lifted him off the ground.
"Jimin. Park Jimin. Thanks for helping by the way." Jimin laughed. His smiling eyes and squishy cheeks being revealed.
Tae blushed. "It was nothing really. They're really stupid, I can handle them. Besides, I have a friend here that can fend them off just as well as I can."
Jimin laughed. "Can I meet him, please? I would love to talk to him."
Tae smiled. "Of course! Though he isn't really the talkative type you know? Here let me take you to him." Taehyung grabbed onto Jimin's small wrist and dragged him to the corner of the classroom where a boy with brown hair and earrings was sitting.
"Aye buddy, I have someone I would like you to meet." Tae patted the boy's back excitedly. The boy looked up from his comic and stared at Jimin for a split second, then looked away. Jimin frowned. Did I do something wrong? Was there something wrong with my face? The boy looked back at Jimin and must've known what he was thinking.
"Ah sorry, I was just shocked to see you," He said nervously. "What's your name?"
"Park Jimin. This is my third year here."
"Ah really? This is my first."
"What? You look so much older than me though."
"No, I guess I look mature for my age?" The boy laughed.
"What's your name? I can't keep talking to you if I don't know your name."
