poet

SIXTEEN

Jimin sat at his desk in art class, anxiously clicking his pen while the teacher gave instructions for their next assignment. All he could think about was how somebody, anybody, could be reading his journal right now. His journal which he had plastered numerous Pokemon stickers to the cover of. Twice the amount of embarrassment, he thought. Great.

Unfortunatley, unlike Jimin himself, not everybody found him repetitively clicking his pen to be relaxing, and the teacher snapped at him.

"Jimin, your pen." He held his hand out and added bitterly, "Please."

Jimin heaved an exasperated sigh as he, with great reluctance, turned his pen in to the teacher. He huffed and crossed his arms across his chest angrily. Now, he had nothing to fiddle with. He needed a distraction. So much so, he started panicking at the thoughts that clouded his mind. He felt on the verge of a panic attack, but suppressed it to the best of his abilities, so as not to cause a scene. When his breathing became slightly ragged, he tried to even it out by counting to ten in his head, and gazing at the small tattooed words on his wrist. Always be with you, always be with you...

He absentmindedly traced the tattoo with his opposite forefinger, ultimately calming himself down. Slowly but surely. His hands still slightly quivered, to which he simply folded his hands together in what looked like a large fist. Jimin squeezed his hands back and forth to keep himself from having a sudden outburst. He wanted nothing more than to spare what dignity he had left. After losing his journal, that is. Suffering a panic attack during class, a class he shared with Min Yoongi, nonetheless, wouldn't help him spare a sliver of his leftover dignity.

"Okay, everybody, split off into pairs or groups of three."

Jimin was brought back to reality as he heard his teacher make this announcement. A soft sigh escaped his lips at the thought of everybody in the class being in a group or having a partner except for Jimin himself. He leaned his elbow on the desk top, and rested his chin in his hand. He closed his eyes as he thought of what he could do for his project. Or, he was, until he realized that he had zoned out the whole time his teacher was giving instructions, and had no idea what to do.

With a groan, Jimin gave up. He miserably rested his head on his arms as he crossed them over the desk. He listened to the chatter around the room, footsteps sounding around him as people made their way to their partners. Jimi sighed sadly, as he knew none of the voices nor footsteps were directed toward him.

He had pretty much drowned out all the voices with his thoughts when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Jimin lifted his head from his arms, turning his head to see Min Yoongi, small smile on his face. Beside him was someone Jimin knew as Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. And he, too, was smiling, albeit much wider than Yoongi.

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows at the two boys, wondering, why in the heck are they here?

"Do you want to join us?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin looked at the older in disbelief. Why would he want Jimin with them if he already had a perfectly good partner?

"Don't worry, Chim! I don't bite!" Taehyung tried reassuring him, as he noticed Jimin looked confused and stunned.

Jimin, however, was taken aback by the sudden use of the nickname. Nobody had ever used a nickname for him, let alone talked to him. Jimin felt suspicious of the situation, but thought, I have literally nothing to lose.

And so, to Yoongi's pending question, Jimin said, softly, "Okay."

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idk y i love leaving the chapters off like this sm but i do

i was gonna write more for this chap, but thought that was a good ending point.

thnx for reading u zesty pickle

ye, u a zesty pickle <3

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