ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where has a crush on her pt.3 (PJM)

  Everyone was instructed to sit with their partners, two to a table the moment they walked in to class. Jimin swallowed, keeping his gaze down. Throughout the day a few people have been giving him more looks than usual, which was thanks to his new hairstyle. No one had expected him to change it, and especially not the color.

  He heard quite the few girls talking about him, and though he had trouble making out what they were saying, he could tell by their glances that it was about his look.

  Andrew, the tall football player that thinks the world owes him everything, leans down close to Hazel. She tensed up when he whispered something in her ear. Jimin found himself looking her direction for the first time that day, and directed a glare right at Andrew. He wasn't sure what he told her, and he didn't give a shit. Jimin didn't like seeing people uncomfortable. Hazel's shoulders remained tense, even when Andrew took his seat next to his partner. She sighs shakily, hugging her notebook to her chest and staring at the floor as she moves to where the teacher was pointing for them to sit.

  Jimin follows her, looking at her outfit. She wore her usual over sized hoodie with long sleeves, which were stretched over her hands, yellow was a nice color on her. She wore denim shorts with black translucent tights. He bites his cheek and takes his seat beside her, and they start to unpack as the teacher explains the assignment and what he wanted them to accomplish for the day. He then proceeded to hand out rubrics and a physical copy of the assignment, which was written verbatim to what he'd told them moments before.

  Jimin's face heats up when he notices her face move in his peripherals, her eyes set on him. "So you're the Jimin everyone's talking about?" She started. Her voice was soft and quiet, just hearing it he knew she was a very soft-spoken person. Her voice intrigues him enough to face her.

  "I guess I am..." he muttered, his voice starting to get shot as he nearly choked when he saw how pretty she was up close. Her eyes were this gorgeous, alluring shade of hazel. Perhaps that was how she got her name. Today her hair was half up, the rest sitting in luscious coils on her shoulders. To top it all off, she wore her silver rimmed glasses today, the ones with the circular lenses and thin rims. He clears his throat so that he doesn't sound like he's going through puberty again.

  "I heard you transferred from Korea..." she started, snatching her pencil and already starting on organizing the assignment, writing it out in a checklist to simplify it with neat hand-writing. She sure wasted no time getting her work done.

  Jimin nods, "Yeah," he said. "Busan." He hadn't told anyone that before, and was unsure why he was telling her now.

  The corners of her luscious lips seem to turn up slightly, she grabs her pencil bag - on it were doodles of pandas - and pulls out highlighters. "My uncle's from Busan, he and my aunt met there."

  He hummed, he didn't think she'd have any ties to Korea. She asks him which highlighter color he liked, which confused him until he chose purple and she began to color code everything they agreed he would do purple, hers was green.

  "Have you been learning English long?" She wondered. Finally, a student that didn't ask him bullshit questions like 'What's it like in Korea?' Or 'How are you liking America?'. He appreciated that she was avoiding cookie-cutter shit. She treated him like someone normal, she didn't seem all that concerned with saying things slowly like he was stupid or being cautious because he was a foreigner. That was refreshing, to say the least.

  "I started learning the year we were getting ready to come here," he explained. She nodded, neatly drawing the data table they'd be using with rulers and a light blue pen. The lines were perfect and crisp. He watched, almost forgetting what he was saying.