Chapter Three - Combustion

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          At the end of lunch, Namjoon leaves his brother with Jimin and you since you're both in the same year as him. The pair are both chatting away with each other as you automatically walk along side them to your next lesson, squinting your eyes at this strange 'Taehyung' guy.
You're so enveloped in wondering what to think of him that you stumble over your lace that must've fallen loose earlier in the day; As your eyes widen, you silently curse yourself for being so careless before your eyelashes close shut to await the upcoming embarrassment.

...Thud?

You hear nothing, you feel nothing.
Only when you open your eyes, you realise that you fell into Taehyung's chest instead.
He holds you straight up with worry in his eyes, "Are you okay? You need to be more careful."
He crouches down slowly while smiling into your eyes when he can see you aren't hurt, causing you to become a little flustered.
"Hey! What are you-"
"Maybe you should go back to wearing Velcro shoes."
He turns around after tying your laces in a delicate bow as though nothing had just happened, and you could soon feel the flames rushing to your face as you stand in the corridor.
You untie then re-tie then again just to get rid of the feeling of him.
'Evil.' You think to yourself as you look up and glare at him as he obliviously walks away with your friend.

You decide to rush to the school toilets before your class to deal with this useless feeling of... feelings, but immediately regret it once you open the doors. You walk in to a group of girls standing in front of the mirror, touching up their makeup or whatever.
"Oh, hi y/n," Yeoji smiles sarcastically at you and steps out from behind everyone, "long time, no see."
"I'd appreciate if it was a longer time." You reply with a blank face, not bothering to humour her as you make your way to a cubicle.
She steps closer, her smile fading into a scowl, "Don't think you're safe, you'll regret what you did to me."
You turn around and smile back at her finally, "Aw, I'm so scared."
You lock the cubicle door and sit on the hard toilet seat uncomfortably until they leave; When you check your phone screen, panic strikes you immediately.
'God, Sir is gonna kill me.'

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