Who Knew // YoonMin

4| No Date.

~ Jimin's POV ~

Next thing I know is Min Yoongi apologetically pouting at me, looking me straight in the eye. I swallow hard and nod slightly, not trusting my voice. My chest almost explodes as he reaches for my wrist, pulling me with him through the door, back into the building. 

What the hell is happening?

As we reach the entrance to the canteen, he lets go of me and turns to face me.

Y: "Go grab your stuff and meet me outside in five."

JM: "Sure. I---"

He cuts me off, his shaky voice revealing his nervousness.

Y: "I'll wait for you, then."

And he rushes off, his slim hand running through the hair at the back of his head.

I inhale deeply and quickly walk towards Tae, who is surrounded by girls, telling him I gotta go somewhere. His face lights up visibly.

T: "So, you gonna go talk to him?"

Taehyung flashes his box smile as he hands me my backpack. I nod shyly and leave the captivated crowd to itself.

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~ Yoongi's POV ~

Aish! Why am I blushing?

Park Jimin is making my body react in a way I've never experienced before... and it's low key pissing me off! Blushing is something only girls do... Sure, I've had a crush on him since like forever, but that doesn't mean I have to become all cliché gay!

I rub my cheeks in an attempt to cool down. As I walk out the main entrance of our school, a cold breeze is sending goosebumps down my heated body.

Mmm. I needed that.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, I try to collect myself.

What am I gonna do now?

Everything I heard on the rooftop is still spinning through my mind. He said so many things that surprised me and I... I kinda feel... happy? Yeah, I guess I'm happy. Happy that someone noticed the real me. He described me in a way, nobody else ever did.

I mean, besides the face that I believe that every human being shows different kinds of characteristics depending on the person standing right in front of them, he described me in a way that made me believe - just for a split second - that I'm worthy.

Worthy of being recognized as a simple human being - not as some jerk that walks around randomly punching people in the guts. Tch. I've never done that anyway. No idea where these fuckers got that from.

Seriously though, I only got into fights with guys who deserved it. Simple as that.

When I hear the door opening up behind me, my anxiety kicks in and I step aside, letting whoever came out pass by. But I hear no further footsteps.
I am consciously listening to every little sound, not wanting to turn around.

I hear a breath hitching... hesitation.

Next thing I hear is a voice that takes me by surprise.

J-Hope: "Agust D?"