softie [p.j.m]

one

"Oh sugar, I'm lost again." a rather small figure boy mumbled to himself as he stared down at his timetable. His head goes up and down as he was trying to find the one that match the combination of letters and numbers on the piece of paper.

"Ow." he whimpered slowly by the sudden impact but soon halt when he realized that he just bump into a slightly taller girl. He stand stiff there with both of his hand holding the piece of paper and almost want to crumble it as he was too nervous.

"I-i'm s-s-sorry." his lips starts trembling as he can't help but to stutter. Well, he is afraid of girls because every girl in his old school would picked on him or tease him because of his beautiful features and colour choices.

Is it wrong for a boy to wear pastel colour? Of course not so that's why he still wearing pastel coloured clothes but he's still afraid of girls.

"New kid?" she simply asked him while eyeing his face. He just nodded as in response. He's just to afraid to make an eye contact.

"Hey kid, eyes up when people are talking to you." he gulped down his saliva nervously. She didn't sound harsh but it's rather sound intimidating. He slowly lift up his head and he regret for not lifting it up much earlier.

'Wow she's so beautiful but why does she looks so cold? She's not even smiling. I think her smile would be very pretty.' He snapped out of his thought when the girl snapped her fingers infront of him.

"Aish, you're so lost. Inside and outside. Where's your timetable." she asked and he slowly hand out his timetable for her to see.

"Follow me," she gave back the timetable to him and start walking. He stumble on his feet as he was trying to catch up with the girl since she told him to do so.

When they finally arrived the girl stop sharply then turn her body to face him. They both are standing right infront of their class door.

"I just wanna warned you that behind this door there's a group of girls that might picked on you so be careful, understood." she said in stern voice which makes him felt smaller than he already is but he nodded anyway.

The girl harshly open the door which makes all of her classmates look at her. The male teacher just shrugged it off and went to continue his lesson but then he notice the small pink haired male at the door frame.

"Oh you must be the new transfer student. Come in Mr. Park." the teacher called him. The boy nervously step into the class.

"Okay guys, this is your new classmate. Please introduce yourself." the teacher smile widely while walking away to give a space for the timid boy to introduce himself.

"H-hi, my name is Park Jimin. Please take a good care of me." he bow nervously as he can hear some whisper here and there as he introduced himself.

"Well, Jimin-ssi my name is Kim Namjoon. Just call me Mr. Kim. I'm looking forward for you in my class. Now let me see." Namjoon look at his class while scrunching his nose as he was searching for some empty seat for the boy and his face turn bright when he saw one.

"You will sit beside Choi Yoona. Yoona please raise your hand." and that's how he know the girl's name. She raise her hand but her face is still ice cold so he certainly thought that she just had a bad day.