THE UNLIKELY ROMANCE [✓]

ꪑⅈડꪊꪀᦔꫀ𝕣ડ𝕥ꪖꪀᦔⅈꪀᧁ...

"Jin Hyung! Jin Hyung!" Jungkook called him.

"Why do you look so zoned out, Hyung?" Namjoon asked.

"Uhm... Its's nothing! Did those boys cause any problem?" SeokJin replied.

"No! Nothing! They have been decent, since then." Jimin said.

"Hmm!" Jin frowned.

"Hyung, you have been looking quite tensed for the past few days. What happened?" Taehyung asked, concerned.

"It's nothing! I was thinking about all those things that happened recently." Jin replied firmly, with a nod.

"But... Jin Hyung..."

Jimin was interrupted.

The four girls had entered the classroom. Well who could deny those brilliant brazen girls' presence. Every eyes were on them, except Jin, who looked at Rin, in a fixed glare.

Rin passed Jin a furious glance, before sitting at her desk, in front of him. The girls followed suit.

"Rin, I need to talk to you." Jin told her. It was a plead, more or less.

"I have nothing to talk to you." Rin replied curtly.

The boys took the cue and sat down.

Ae Chan, Yeon Joo and Sung Hyo, shared confused and concerned glances.

The rest of the class was looking at the duo, with increasing interest.

They always anticipated to see the fight between the beautiful, brazen, bold class president and the handsome, fierce, badass boy gang leader.

Fate had different plans. Their wishes being spoiled, as the teacher entered the class.

Jin's eyes never left Rin.

Her hair, long and curled at the tips. The light brown that highlighted the dark, gave it a soft dimension, glistening in the sunlight from the windows. The waterfall braids were carefully done. Her long, slender fingers, moved in rhythm. Her face was chiseled perfectly. A smile lingered on her eyes and lips, as she spoke to her friends, animatedly, behind the teacher's back, straightening up quickly, to become the model student she was. Her lips... It... It was soft. He couldn't deny it, neither the confused feelings he had after that. It tasted like fresh strawberries, from his uncle's farm.

Jin was lost in his own thoughts, when a chalk hit his forehead.

"I'm sorry for kissing you!" He jumped up, looking at their teacher.

Everyone was taken by surprise.

The girls looked at Jin with utmost interest, as the boys discussed among themselves, 'Woah! Who did he kiss? Did he really kiss old Yang?' and so on.

Seul Rin was the only one who sat motionless, her eyes fixed on her notebook, her face as red as it could be.

Ae Chan noticed Rin. She was about to nudge her friend, when the teacher spoke up.

"What nonsense are you spitting out, Kim SeokJin?" She was undoubtedly furious.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Yang Jo! I was dreaming!" Jin replied, his sound fluttering.

Everyone was amused. They had never heard him stutter. Not even his friends. The six were startled by seeing his unusual behaviour.

Yoongi scrutinized Jin with his eyes, as he thought, 'He has been off quite lately. I wonder if it has something to do with Rin.'

"You are being called by the principal." Mrs. Yang told, bombing a hot topic again.

Rin was shocked. I had not complained anything. Why is he being called?

Jin gave Seul Rin a look of despair and hatred, as he left the room. Rin felt uneasy.

The rest of the class hours went in a whoosh.

Just as the bell rang for break, and their teacher gone, Rin ran to the principal's room.

It was empty otherwise, except for Mr. Park Hyungsik.

"May I?" Rin asked for permission.

"Ah Rin! Come in!" He said.

"What brings you here? Not another SeokJin complaint I hope! He has just been decided to be dismissed." He added after a pause.

"But Sir, what did he do? He has been causing no trouble, for the past few days." Rin replied with concern.

"I just got a complaint from one of the students. He said that SeokJin had been bullying him, and his friends for a long time. They too agreed. You do know that, I see bullying a crime. So off he goes." Mr. Park conveyed.

Probably the boys she saw that day, had done this. But he had never moved a finger against them after her complaint.

"But Sir, He..." Rin was cut short, as SeokJin entered the room, with what was supposed to be his dismissal letter.