𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 // 𝙥𝙟𝙢

Friends

I sat down next to Jimin and smiled at him, just coming down from the rooftop. It was the start of school but Namjoon had to drop me off earlier, giving me my cue to chill on the rooftop.

It was cold, the breeze lightly hitting my soft and even colder skin. Remembering the feeling sent chills down my spine in pleasure. I loved alone time and being one with nature. I should draw this feeling.

"Hey, Jimin." I signed, knowing it was on the earlier side of the day and I came in also at an earlier time. We had 30 minutes until class started.

"Hi." He responded shallowly, resting his head in his hand. I grabbed my notebook out of my bag, laying the old book on my desk gingerly.

I also grabbed some of my colored pens, laying them slightly on Jimin's side of the table. "What's that?" He asked tiredly, probably too tired to sign and he knew I was able to understand his slurred words.

"My drawing supplies. While I was on the rooftop I had a feeling that was really nice. I wanted to draw it." I almost perfectly signed, again mouthing words I didn't know.

He nodded and yawned, covering his mouth with his small hands. Looking closer, I noticed how small his pinky was. Not going to lie, I did let out a small snort.

Of course he couldn't hear it, so I was in the clear.

[Jimin POV]

I watched as she glided her pens over her aged book, making my heart clench. She was so...astonishing to me.

I've never had anybody who took a second to care about the fact I'm deaf and wasn't obnoxious about it. She cared and I could see it in her eyes.

She wanted to help me and it wasn't out of pity.

Her blue pens started tracing the abstract flower mixed with yellow and shaded white, making me glued into the way her hands moved so carefully.

Her fingernails were on the shorter side, painted into a fine and beautiful red, mixing in her energy.

She also smelled nice, not to mention, but so good. Sometimes I can't even focus on the teacher because of her scent.

And her hair simply made me almost die, of course sarcastically, but wow it's just so healthy and luscious.

Back then, I would dye my hair a lot when I was younger. It was because I thought it was cool and I liked having attention. But as I've grown, I don't see any point of it.

I don't care about attention as I used to. I've gotten used to the solitude. As much as I would like friends and maybe a significant other, I haven't needed it like I used to.

Before I turned into this, all I wanted was love. In the end of most relationships, all I did was drain my partners. Drain their energy. Drain their interest.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I saw Y/N sigh and lay back on her chair. She laid her head back, running her slender hands run through her hair.

Oh. My. God.

She's hot.

I felt my face heat, turning toward the front of the classroom.

I wonder what me and her are and quite frankly we've never talked about it.

Wiping my thoughts I turned toward her and raised my hands ready to sign, getting her attention quickly as she put her hair behind her ear and looked at me heartfully.

"What's our relationship?" I signed to her, earning a small chuckle come from her. Oh how I wish to hear it...

"We're friends, aren't we?" She signed back, a small smile on her glowing face. I felt my face go hot a bit, but I still managed a small nod.

[Y/N POV]

The day passed quickly and it was time to go home. Me and Jimin hadn't worked on our project together so I tapped his shoulder and raised my hands to sign.

"We should meet up soon to work on the project. Your place or my place?" I signed to him, my practice at home coming in handy this time.

I saw his face glow, noticing my practice and I didn't have to mouth words in my question. "I live alone and pretty far. Do you live nearby so it'll be easier" Jimin responded, his signs going quicker this time.

"Ahh, yeah I do live closer. My brother usually picks me up after school so would you like to come over today? It's better to get stuff done quickly." I said with my lips puckered in thought.

I didn't know he lived alone...hmm.

What part of the city would he have to live in for it to be far? I mean, any of the cities out of this one or this area is typically more on the ghetto side so I'm pretty sure he doesn't have much money.

A high schooler living by themself could be hard, I'm imagining. Especially if his parents aren't helping him. After he responded with a nod to coming to my place together, I raised my hands once more.

"Why do you live alone, Jimin?" I ask dumbly, seeing his face go from cheery to somber and uncomfortable.

Shoot I shouldn't have asked him that...

Even though, he still gave me a half-truth answer and I could see in his eyes "I moved out from my parents last year. I have a roommate but he's barely there so I just say I live alone but really I don't." He said, a small smile appearing on his face again.

"Hmm okay." I said without signing. I knew he knew what I said with that small-expression so I didn't stress.

Our grumpy teacher walks over with heavy steps and stacks of paper in her hands, slamming it on Jimin's desk. "Good luck." She says, not even acknowledging he literally can't even hear her.

Stupid hag.

"Have a good afternoon, Ms. Song" I say with the fakest smile plastered on my face and pure rudeness in my tone.

Jimin notices my fake smile and giggles softly, getting up and reaches his hand to me. I grab his hand with a smile and throw my bag on my back, walking down the hallway hand in hand. But in a friendly way, of course.

I let go of his hand when I see Namjoon sniping an eye out of his nerdy glasses, making me flustered a bit so he doesn't make stupid jokes about it.

I wave toward Jimin, signaling where our car was. Getting in, I sat next to Namjoon and Jimin sat in the back, observing us as I drop all formalities toward my brother.

"Hey butthead, this is Jimin." I said to Namjoon, him whipping out some sign language I didn't know he even knew.

"Nice to meet you Jimin. I'm Namjoon, Y/N's brother." I almost roll my eyes to the back of my head in jealousy, not knowing why he's just so good at everything.

"Okay we get it Namjoon you're smart now please drive home." I said with a snort, crossing my arms and looking outside the window.

Little did I know, Jimin was staring at me in awe the whole car ride.

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