"Let's talk sex."
He was a spark, a wildfire of flames that intended to set her heart ablaze, and she was merely another doll-faced student who was too easy to mess with.
EXAGUSTD, 2021
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Something is wrong with me.
I know it's been a month, three weeks and about a hundred hours of sharing the same class with Taehyung but that doesn't confer a reason as to why I can't stop thinking about him. I sit perched over my seat at the desk in the study room, my knees bouncing and my body threatening to slip off the chair because I am leaning as far away from Taehyung as I can as we work on a few notes. It feels as though I'm on the verge of losing my mind, going absolutely crazy, absolutely mad - deranged with all these thoughts flooding me through as I watch his fingers flow over the keyboard of his laptop.
I cradle my arms over my lap whilst pensively throwing a glance at the table adjacent to ours and feel the colours on my face drain as Jimin gives me a suggestive wink. Of course, he would find this absolutely hilarious. He sits on the opposite side of the desk, legs lazily cross-sprawled on top of it, one hand in his pocket and the other grasping a can of soda.
My friend is beaming and blowing kisses my way as he faces us, occasionally stirring to scribble something onto a sticky note and throwing it at me to get my attention. Mila is sat beside him, both of them waving and cheering at me madly, laughing because this is the pinnacle of comedy and I deserve an Oscar for being the biggest boomer of my own generation. Their enthusiasm adds to my anxiety and I'm dissolving into myself through the embarrassment.
All of this with Taehyung by my side.
Monday is still fresh in my mind.
Drama class, Taehyung, my camera, Taehyung.
There is something about the way Taehyung carries himself that throws me off - everything about his appearance renders me with fear and I am terrified of being around him. We have barely exchanged a few meaningless words plus my incessant rambling over the past few weeks but it's enough to set my insides on fire every time he wanders into my mind.
Like yesterday. He had skipped both Photography and Drama lessons and I somehow ended up having the worst day of my life and my emotions were on the verge of bursting out because I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I think I paid more attention to my wristwatch than to whatever was going on in Professor Choi's class. To the point where Jimin was all attentive and studious and I'd stooped so low to begging him for all his shabby notes in exchange for a stash of snickers bars and a month's worth a premium PornHub subscription. Jimin is not going to stop rubbing his achievement on my face every time and he's already showing his capabilities.
I might end up losing my mind completely by the end of this semester.
"Mirae."
An infernal hum interrupts my internal dilemma and my eyes flit to Taehyung on impulse. His brows are pulled taut and his brown irises dart across my face before resting on my own, and my breath hitches in my throat when he leans closer to inspect my face.
