I Can't See You (On Hiatus)

二

你令我害怕。
Taehyung POV
8:15 am

I woke up to the frantic beeping of my phone. Someone was texting me.

@ Jimin_mochi:
TAEHYUNG

@ Jimin_mochi:
WHERE ARE YOU?!

@ Jimin_mochi:
CLASS IS STARTING ASHAKKSKMAL

@ Jimin_mochi:
Get your lazy ass here, Ms Choi is gonna kill u

@ Jimin_mochi:
UGHHHHHHHHH

Shit.

Urgently, I randomly chose a few pieces of clothing and slipped them on. A t-shirt that looked somewhat clean. Some tight black jeans that were ripped at the knee. I picked up my glasses from the bedside table and slid them on. Much better.

I slung my backpack on and skidded out of the house. The bus was long gone. I was going to have to run.

With the wind against me, I rushed to school, my books tumbling around on my back. I glanced at my watch. Oh fuck. The first lesson was going to end soon. I slowed my pace as I approached the school gates. The security guard eyed me lazy and ushered me in. Quickly, I slipped into the bathroom just as the bell rung.

Peering round the door, I could see students streaming out the classrooms. Carefully, I slipped into the crowd without getting noticed. Which was easy. No one ever noticed me.

"Taehyung!"

Well, no one except for Jimin.

"Hi Jimin," I said breathlessly. "I completely overslept."

"Yeah I can see that," He rolled his eyes, pulling me towards the second classroom. English. "Ms Choi got super suspicious but I told her you were sick."

"I don't look sick," I frowned. "You suck."

"Your welcome," he snorted, slipping into a seat. I took the seat beside him and put out my homework. No matter how busy I was, I would always do my homework. When I was younger, my dad would kill me if I didn't do my homework, so it became a habit as I grew up. I did it out of fear.

"Hey asshole," A rough, familiar voice called out. Jeon Jungkook. The popular kid, the total dickhead. He spent his life tormenting people like me. Mostly me.

"What do you want, Jungkook?" I sighed. "I don't have time for your bullshit."

With that, he swiftly pressed my head to the table. I couldn't move. I was in total shock. It hurt so much. It was a surprise that he wasn't drawing any blood.

"Settle down you little shits," A deep voice yelled out from the doorway. Instead of our usual deadass Mrs Kim, he was a tall, good-looking man, probably just a couple years older than me. He had blonde hair streaked with blue. He eyed the class with a smirk.

"I'm filling in for Mrs Kim," He tossed his books onto the desk. The class fell silent, and immediately settled into their seats. Even Jungkook, who grunted and took the seat behind me. "You can call me Mr Kim."

"What happened to Mrs Kim?" Jisoo, the class captain, piped up from the front.

"She got into an... accident," He replied mysteriously. "It's none of your business. Anyways, enough chit chat, get your books out and turn to page 50."

With a hesitant groan, I reached for my textbook in my bag. It wasn't there. I looked again. I emptied my bag onto the floor, getting annoyed looks from my classmates.

"Hey you," Mr Kim said. "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm sorry sir, I can't find my textbook," I answered, sheepishly shoving my stuff back into my bag.

"Just share it with your neighbor," He waved his hand. I grinned and turned to Jimin.

I picked up my pen and scribbled a note onto the page.

Heyyy

Jimin smiled and took the pen from me.

R u ok?

Yeah.

U sure? That guy's a dickhead.

Haha it's ok

Ok?!

"Jimin! Taehyung!" Mr Kim called. Startled, I jolted my head up like a deer caught in headlights. Jimin flung the pen off the desk, and it rolled under Jungkook's desk. He raised a questioning eyebrow at me. "I see you've been chatting indirectly." Everyone sniggered. I sighed.

"I'm sorry sir," I said. "We won't talk again."

"No I'd prefer if you'd swap seats with one of your fellow classmates," Mr Kim. "Mr... Jungkook, would you mind swapping seats with Jimin?"

"No sir I'd love to," Jungkook sneered, grabbing his things. Jimin muttered exasperatedly, but got up to leave.

I was in for a whole lesson of hell.

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"So?" Jimin breathed, clapping his hand onto my back as we made our way to the cafeteria.

"Oh fucking hell," I groaned. "He kept kicking me under the desk."

"That isn't too bad," Jimin said. "He didn't sexually assault you."

"Yeah well that was bad enough," I sighed again. "Fuck the new English teacher."

"Apparently he's actually a nice guy," Jimin protested. 

"Who told you that?" I snorted.

"My Home Ec teacher, the other Mr Kim," He responded cooly. "The graduate guy, you know, Seokjin?"

"My cousin? That Seokjin?" I blurted. "What does he know."

"A lot apparently," he mumbled, nudging me in the ribs and pointing at the classroom door, where Mr Kim walked out and stumbled into Seokjin.

"Jin," He grinned. Jin smiled bashfully and nodded slightly.

"Namjoon," He said, and quickly brushed past him and entered the staffroom. Seeing the scene, I furrowed my brow and turned to Jimin, but he remained silent. Confused, I tried to push away all thoughts of Jungkook and Mr Kim and Seokjin. As we made our way into the cafeteria, my heart dropped down to my feet.

"Yah! Taehyung!"

I put my tray down on the nearest table and tried to ignore him. 

"Hey, what's with those frames, nerd face?"

I gritted my teeth and looked down at the table, and Jimin patted my back encouragingly.

"Who's your boyfriend?"

I nearly screamed, but instead I kept chewing on my sandwich.

If it wasn't Jungkook, I would've stood up for myself.

If it wasn't Jungkook, I would've punched him.

But it was Jungkook.

And I was scared of him.

He was my greatest fear.

(A/n: Longer update next time, but I'm going to Tokyo so I won't really have time ughhh. I'll try :( Lyly)