•TAEHYUNG•
Did I seriously just drool? I thought wide eyed, quickly wiping the wet end of my paper with my sweatshirt realizing I just made it worse.
"Day dreaming again?" HoSeok giggled, snapping his fingers infront of my face.
"I am not, no." I blushed, burying my face into my sweater.
"Mhm sure let me guess, just casually imagining Jimin railing you?" He teased as the teachers eyes shifted.
"Care to share with the class what is more important then my lesson gentlemen?" He scoffed, gesturing for us to speak.
"Nothing." HoSeok murmured under his breath as the teacher then shifted his gaze towards me. Watching me roll my eyes clearly irritated. He went off.
"See this why this generation is..." He started, pausing his "precious" lesson to give us yet another sermon on how this generation is hopeless and going no where. For the third time this week.
I didn't pay much attention, because I felt a stare that sent shivers down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder so see Jimin staring at me biting the end of his blue number two pencil.
"Oh God." I blushed, turning around as I caught the teachers attention.
"TaeHyung! What did I say?" He asked waiting for my response.
"Uh, um something about, ugh I don't know." I sighed in embarrassment, palming my face.
"Well since you don't want to listen to my lessons nor my sermons. I will see you in detention after school." He scolded, as Jimin chuckled from behind me.
"Ugh." I blushed, burring my face into my text book for the rest of class.
Four o'clock came around and I completely dreaded the thought of detention. I gulped as everyone got up to go home and I sank into my seat.
"I'm sorry, I'll see you tomorrow." HoSeok sighed, patting my shoulder as he left the room.
Everyone was gone but me.
"Well if it isn't the three trouble makers." The teacher scoffed, taking his seat as a short, shy, blue haired boy named Yoongi walked in and sat in the back of the classroom.
"Every time! Now where's?... oh, nice of you to join us." The teacher mocked, as Jimin walked in head held high. Giving me a glance and smirking, he sat right behind me.
"Now you know why you're all here right?..." The teacher dragged as My palms began sweating.
Why would he sit behind me when there's the whole classroom? He must like me too right? No. Do not get ahead of yourself. That's just insane he would never.
I thought, wiping my hands on my jeans as I shook the thoughts off.
Jimin was so dreamy with his blonde hair, light brown eyes, a voice I could listen too all day and he just had this assertive look to him that just drove me insane.
"Now, I'm going to go fax over these papers, and when I come back you all better still be sitting right here." He squinted, grabbing his papers and closed the door behind him.
"Well, I'm going to sleep." Yoongi yawned, covering himself with his jacket placing his head on the wooden desk.
Two hours is a long time. I thought sitting forward palming my face wishing my burning red cheeks would subside.
They didn't.
"그래서 너는 난간에 걸리고 싶니?" Jimin hissed down my neck leaning forward.
