My Teacher | p.jm ✔️

39 - Moving on

Yours;
The first couple of weeks were the hardest. Not a single day went by where Jimin didn't cross my mind. Heck, I still had to go to science classes didn't I? The classroom just wasn't the same after he left. There was a void.

God, I missed him.

For those first few weeks, I did anything I could to distract myself. I suppose it did benefit me in a way. I was able to study harder than ever for the final exams and I hung out with Jungkook, Hyerim, and Nari more.

Eventually, it became a little easier for me to breath and not think of him every second of the day when I wasn't doing anything.

I went to prom. That night was the most fun i've had since Jimin left. Memorable moments include: Jungkook and Mr Choi interacting, Nari dancing with one of the boys who were on the football team with Jungkook, Hyerim sneaking in drinks and getting drunk and my dance with Jungkook.

The lights of the banquet hall for prom changed from a vibrant mix of red, blue, pink and green to a simple but pretty combination of purple and blue as a slow tempo song begun. People began to partner up with each other and take spots on the dance floor that most people left to either go and ask someone to dance or to sit down for a small break.

I sat down, watching the boy from the football team approach Nari shyly and ask her to dance with him. She smiled at him—probably blushing—and held his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor. I wore a gentle smile, happy for her.

It was at that moment that I thought of Jimin after a streak of not thinking about him due to being busy and distracted. My smile fell a little sadder as I remembered dancing with Jimin the night of the winter formal on the roof top of a library.

My thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Jungkook standing in front of me with his arm extended towards me. He looked handsome that night. My eyes met his dark glistening eyes and I raised my eyebrows questioningly. He tilted his head to the side slightly and raised his with a boyish grin.

"I didn't get to dance with you during the winter formal. Give me a chance to make up for it?"

I bit my bottom lip and smiled, holding his extended arm and standing up. He looked relieved but maybe that was just my imagination. Jungkook and I walked to the dance floor and joined everyone else.

'Is this really okay? Would dancing with him right now be leading him on?' I mentally asked myself.

Jungkook placed his large hands on my waist and tugged me slightly closer.  "It's okay." He said, as if he could hear my thoughts.

I snapped out of it. "H-Huh?"
I joined my fingers behind his neck.

"I know what you're thinking and it's okay." Jungkook said, his voice oozing with reassurance.

I let out a breathy chuckle. "You always know what I'm thinking,"

His lips curled into a smile. "I'm a wizard." He joked.

My head fell forward in a quiet laugh, resting on his  upper chest. It stayed there for a moment even when we weren't laughing. I could feel Jungkook's heart beating against his chest rhythmically.

"Jungkook,"

"Mm?" He hummed as his reply.

I lifted my head and looked at him. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For asking me to dance. You always know what I'm thinking." I repeated my words from earlier.