Here's My Number

49

It's been a couple of days since the incident at the pool and the night that Jimin spilled everything.

Since then, the two of you came up with a code. Jimin told you that  Sharon usually beats him in her closet in the evenings and then leaves him there until midnight. Sometimes she forgets about him, but he says that doesn't happen often.

The code you conjured up is a basic color code type thing, except less obvious. When he gets back up to his room, every night, he texts you. If he brings up some type of fruit, clothing, or school subject in the text, he's okay. If he talks about painting or drawing, he's okay but not in a good place and that usually means you should call him and talk (that hasn't happened yet).

And of course, code red. If he literally texts you the words "code red," you should call the cops. Jimin says he doesn't think anything that bad will happen and that you won't even need the code, but you feel better having one in place.

Plus, if Sharon suddenly decides to go through Jimin's texts following any kind of suspicion, she won't be able to notice the pattern in your nightly conversations.

Despite his doubt in the need for a safety system, Jimin still uses it in his texts as soon as he gets out every night and that makes you happy.

"We have an assembly during third period today," you say excitedly, sitting in your designated seat at the cafeteria table. Jimin closes his laptop and turns in his seat to face you.

"Good morning," he says. "I slept very well. Thanks for asking. What about you?"

You snort and roll your eyes, smile on your lips. "Good morning Chim. I slept okay too. Happy?"

Jimin shrugs and begins putting his laptop back into his backpack.

"What about the assembly?"

"It's gonna be a motivational assembly. Those things usually last for like, an hour," you say. Jimin sits up and raises an eyebrow at you. "Okay," he says. "What does that mean?"

"It means that we get out of third and fourth period. And we can sit next to each other in the gym during it."

Jimin smiles and leans forward to kiss your cheek. "You're so cute," he mutters. "Sounds like fun. But we have different classes? Would we be allowed to sit next to each other?"

You nod. "At assemblies, the teachers don't care where you sit. As long as you make it to your next class at the end. Plus, you and I have a class right next to each other for third. If we get out at the same time we'll end up walking together anyway."

"Okay. Let's do that then."

You smile and lay your head on the table, looking up at Jimin with careful observation and awe. He's such a pretty human being. How on earth did you end up with the luck to become his girlfriend? Like, you've never caught anyone's attention before him, and you somehow managed to nail the bestest boy.

Needless to say, you're the happiest you can be.

"What?"

You blink and realize Jimin's looking at you all confused.

"Nothing," you say. You close your eyes. "I'm just uh, sleeping."

Jimin clicks his tongue and starts messing with your hair. "Liar," he says. "You make me wanna-"

The bell rings and interrupts Jimin. You open your eyes. "Wanna what?"

"Nothing."

"Pfft, liar." You stand up out of your chair and ruffle Jimin's hair. "Math time."