𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 // 𝙥𝙟𝙢

The First Time

I breathed in the soft air of the rooftop at my school building, enjoying the scenery alone before I went to class.

Nobody was up here besides me and they wouldn't bother coming up here with the infamous rumors of ghosts up here. Of course, I didn't buy it and took this free and alone time to appreciate the little things in life.

My name is Y/N and I'm 17. Turning 18 in two months with no friends to celebrate it with. I guess it was a hard reality for some but I enjoy the solitude. I have one brother, Namjoon, who I saw competition with whenever I entered my house rather than a friend.

He was more of a tech and business person while I've always had a huge passion for art that some wouldn't understand. When you glide your pencil, pen, or even that brush across a canvas freely, your mind wanders into the wonders of life. It was comforting escaping the pressure and putting it into a visualization that I could and absolutely would recommend it to anyone.

I've never been able to express myself properly with words. Even since I was little from being compared all the time to my almost perfect brother. So, I luckily learned some way to express myself.

I don't resent my family for putting this pressure on me knowing their true intent that I've come to accept. I don't resent Namjoon either because I've seen sides of him my parents never saw. His struggles to stand where he is today. His breakdowns. His progress and hard work over the years. My parents didn't care about his struggles. They wanted something to nurture their wealth and for him to carry on their business. Me and Namjoon both knew this wasn't how we wanted to live.

Me and my parents didn't have the best relationship. To them, money and business is the most important thing over passion and sincerity. And it shows since my parents clearly don't like each other anymore but stay together to maintain their wealth. It luckily didn't rub off on me or my brother but it made us crave validation that hurt both of us in the end.

Me and Namjoon moved out recently into a nicely sized apartment where he agreed to pay for me until I get a stable job. He didn't care about money because he already had lots of it so that was at the least of my worries thankfully. We had to move out since our parents had started to get more controlling than usual since we were growing up. It almost came to the point where we weren't allowed to even come out of our rooms without letting them know.

Luckily, I had my almost perfect brother who had been preparing for this. He knew ahead of time they would end up like this and has been saving since he first was able to get a job. He now works for a large engineering company with a high status.

Good for him.

Good for him...

I sighed, clearing my mind from all of my recalling thoughts and hearing the bell ring from behind me. I got up and packed up my small picnic set. I lightly jogged towards the door of the rooftop, flung it open and walked soulfully down the halls to my class.

My wavy hair flowed as I felt the stares dart at me wondering why I acted like this. It was simply is the fact that I'm content and comfortable with myself. I believe this is a wonderful trait I've gathered from my hours of meditation on that rooftop.

That darn rooftop. My savior.

I chuckled at my own sarcasm and opened the door to a class of everybody else seated down waiting for the second bell to ring. I sat down in my seat and fiddled with the end of my skirt, waiting for the teacher to appear.

And soon, she came.

"Good morning, class." She said pensively, our uninterested class responding in a mutter. "Good morning, Ms. Song."

Her eyebrows moved in mysterious ways dissatisfied with the class' response but she could care less honestly. "We have a new student I would like to introduce from Busan." She said almost emotionlessly, signaling the new kid to walk in.

As he walked in, the sight was almost breathtaking. Full lips, nice sharp jawline, elegant glistening eyes... he is what everybody wanted to be. His hair was a beautiful dark brown with dashes of lighter brown.

He didn't speak but instead, he just smiled toward the class and raised his hands. I laid off at that point and turned my head towards the window. He was handsome but this is class. I can't wait to go home and eat.

Food and sleep. The true thing that crossed my mind with true eagerness.

I heard the empty seat next to me creak, turning around to the new kid. He had his name on the front of his books the teacher gave him.

Park Jimin

That's a nice name. I wonder what he's about.

The teacher started to play a video loudly for us to watch but I could care less. I wanted to talk to the new kid who was dashingly handsome and could possibly be my new acquaintance.

"Hey, Jimin. I'm Y/N." I said cordially, even handing him my hand. He didn't respond and didn't even budge.

He's not deaf or anything so why is he ignoring me?

Rude.

"Heyyyy!" I said, inching closer to his ear. "Hellllllooooo."

And after my countless fruitless attempts of saying numerous words to him, I put my hand on top of his and blocked his front view with my face. His eyes darted at mine softly, flashing me with a sweet smile.

I felt my cheeks flush but I really wanted to know more about him. "Hello, my name is Y/N. Want to be friends?" I said, giving him a smile back.

He just sat there and kept smiling, his smile almost fading. He didn't respond but rather opened his mouth slowly, looking up in thought for a little.

"I'm deaf" he said in a slurred way, making my face turn red in embarrassment.

I could really say I just harassed a deaf man.

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