𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jin

RUDE

- in which jin becomes your partner for a project but is a little more opinionated than you thought he would be

You rest your head on your arms, folding them like a pillow to cushion your aching head. It's the last class of the day and your energy levels have simpered down to a sluggish state, leaving you tired and wanting nothing more than sleep. Looking around, you can conclude that everyone will be able to relate to you on a spiritual level, their drooping eyes re-reading the writing on the board for the seventh time.

Well, everyone except Kim Seokjin.

He sits at the back of class, alert and attentive, his pen dancing in between his long fingers as he absorbs the teacher's explanations. In fact, he's always been like that, focused and completely oblivious to everyone around him. No amount of interactions can get him to speak to you.

Many just choose to believe that he doesn't like them and leave him be, scrutinising his every move from a distance. Others, like yourself, believe that he's just as mysterious as he is anti-social and won't stop trying to initiate contact with him.

Sure, your attempts have been unsuccessful but that's besides the point.

His gaze flicks from the board to your face, immediately locking in on your widening eyes. Pretending that everything's normal, you flash him a small smile and return your gaze to the front, cheeks burning up in embarrassment despite your interest in his appearance being entirely his fault.

You sometimes think he dresses himself like that just to impress. No matter what he wears, he looks like he could've walked straight off a runway, his head held high and posture beyond perfect. Your mouth just has to drop every time you see him sauntering down the halls by himself, most likely heading towards the library or the music room to play piano.

"We have ten minutes until the end of class so I will quickly announce your semester project. I have put you all into pairs and you are to create a website highlighting your chosen topic."

There's no reaction from the class, everyone either half asleep or nervous about who their partner will be.

"Areum and Toby. Charlie and Youngjae. Y/N and Seokjin—"

You glance back to see Jin's bored gaze already locked onto your figure, the corners of his lips tugged down into a disappointed frown.

Well, fuck you, then. I didn't want to work with you either!

The bell brings life into the students of your class, everyone desperately pushing through the crowds to head home and while you'd love to be doing the same, someone stops you. Jin stands behind you, one hand shoved stylishly into his pocket and the other hooking a finger around the strap of your backpack, keeping you locked in your position.

"Library, tomorrow night," and with that, he leaves you in the classroom, eyes wide with bright, pink spots on your cheeks.

Then the realisation hits you like a brick.

"My god, I think that's the first I've heard him speak!"

*

You awkwardly tighten your ponytail, keeping your eyes narrowed in on the glass doors of the library, awaiting Jin's arrival. You've been sitting there for over an hour, politely having to tell people that you'll be needing the table for a little while longer. As expected, your polite response only angers them as they storm off, no doubt cursing you out along the way.

You bite your lip, contemplating on whether or not you should just leave and try again some other time. Pursing your lips in determination, you shake your head. If he's not going to show up on time, you might as well start your part and leave him with the rest.

You open up your laptop and begin citing resources and designing the basic outline of your website, unaware of the student dumping his stuff next to you with a sigh. A careful glance to the side informs you of Jin's tardy arrival, your blood beginning to slightly boil.

"You're late," you deadpan, not even tearing your eyes away from your screen. He notices and scratches the back of his neck, feeling a slight pang of guilt in his chest.

"Yeah, I got held up at home so I decided to buy us food to make up for it but that made me later than I had intended to be so I'm sorry," he rambles, clearing his throat after his little speech. You offer him a light smile, hoping it shows him that his peace offering of free food has worked a treat, your immediate grab for the bag becoming a huge hint.

"Thanks," you whisper, opening up a bag of chips and swallowing a handful before getting back to work.

"What have you done so far?" He questions, keeping a good distance away from you as he leans over to catch a glimpse of your laptop screen.

"I've found some really reliable resources for us to use and I'm just starting on the outline for the website now," You proudly announce, feeling satisfied with your progress.

That is, until he scoffs, hiding his mouth behind his hand.

"What?" You snap, shooting him an irritated look. He shakes his head, giving himself a breather before mockingly pointing at your screen.

"That's all you've done? I could've done so much more," he teases, not even bothering to hide his laughter. You scowl, turning your laptop off and gathering your things. His laughter dies down as he watches you furiously shove things into your bag, sneaking a few of the snacks in there as well.

Then you stand.

"W-wait! Where are you going?" You don't answer, hiking your bag over your shoulder. If he honestly thinks you're going to deal with this disrespect—

His hand latches onto your wrist gently, head lowering in shame.

"Let me go," you whisper, unable to trust your voice in a moment like this. His hand feels cold against the comfortable warmth of your skin, your heat transferring into his fingertips. You manage to rip your wrist out of his hold, giving him a frustrated look.

"Sit back down," he says, using a tone of voice that implies that it's an order. You scoff, anchoring your hands on your hips.

"You don't own me," you mock, turning on your heels to march right out of there, only to end up marching right into his chest.

"Sit back down. We finish this together, then you can go," he mutters softly, his eyes daring you to disagree. Swallowing thickly, you sigh, trudging grumpily back to your spot, making yourself believe that you're only back to finish the project.

Most definitely not because that side of Jin was enticing.

He smirks as he slides in next to you, purposely making your shoulders touch as he offers his suggestions and fixes up some errors in your work.