𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 // 𝙥𝙟𝙢

New Kid

I sat on the rooftop. Same as every day.

I looked up into the dark sky, remembering it's only 7 am while school starts at 9. Namjoon had to drop me off earlier than usual but it isn't like it's the first time he's done it so I let him off.

And he bought be coffee and a blueberry scone, so, win for me and a loss for him. My electric blanket was covering my body, shielding me from the cold of being so high and in the open.

It was a foggy day and the sun didn't show. I didn't mind that either because as much as I liked sunny days, I also loved the darkest and gloomiest days.

Some people decide to not like things that resemble negative emotions such as defeat, sadness, and anger but personally, I looked at those emotions in awe. Some of those intense emotions are simplified in such small words when their roots are so much more.

While deep in thought, I heard the rooftop doors open, making me get up from laying down and look at who was walking up to me.

Jimin.

It had been the next day after the incident but I wanted to shake it off for now, remembering what Namjoon told me.

I waved to him as he started shivering and rubbing his hands on his arms that were uncovered by his short-sleeved shirt. "Come here, my blanket is warm," I said to him with a chuckle.

He took my offer and quickly went under the blanket with me, snuggling next to me. He slipped himself into my arm, making me giggle.

"What are you doing up here so early?" I signed to him with a smile.

"I thought you would be here and I didn't really wanna be home." He signed back weakly, not bothering to look at me.

"Luckily you caught me. Hm?" I signed playfully, earning a smirk to appear on his lips.

"Yeah, luckily I did." He said to me, his morning voice making butterflies flutter in my stomach. Gosh, his voice was sexy.

We continued to talk and talk together on various topics in which unexpectedly came to my parents. "Howcome you and Namjoon live alone?" He asked, and I felt like he should be able to know.

I can trust him.

He...he will understand.

"It's a long story. You sure you wanna know?" I signed once more, earning a soft nod on my shoulder from him.

"Alright, well, basically I come from a wealthy family and they wanted me and Namjoon to carry on their wealth. Namjoon didn't want to live their life of unhappiness and we gathered our things and left." I said, leaving out huge parts as to why we left on purpose.

I couldn't bring myself to trust him enough and it made my heart hurt. One of my first friends who I've gotten along with and I can't even bring myself to explain myself.

He ran his fingers through his hair before sitting up and looking to me, resting his face in his hand rested on his knee from sitting criss-cross. "You left out a bunch, didn't you?" He said calmly, looking at me softly.

I nodded slowly and averted my gaze from him, mustering the courage to tell him. I wanted to tell him. I can do it.

"They wanted me to marry somebody." I started, feeling him tense a little at it and continued,

"I didn't like him. They also didn't support my dreams to become an artist. I feel like they just wanted to sell me off. They didn't love me as they did to Namjoon." I signed, ended up venting.

Namjoon didn't recognize it but he was favored. He was able to choose his line of work. He was able to choose his friends. He didn't have to be forced into a relationship. He wasn't faced with the sexism enforced by our own parents.

"I don't hate my brother but sometimes I think he doesn't realize how lucky his position has been and is. I was held inside, instructed on what to wear, what to eat, how to look..." I looked down. I didn't even cry.

I've cried too many tears to cry now. I'm out of my old life and have practically run away. But I know in my gut my parents might take me away again. I didn't tell anybody this, but I've been threatened before I left. Threatened in order to not leave my parents' dollhouse. In order to create another child in case Namjoon doesn't want a relationship.

Jimin sat there calmly, watching my hands move quickly as I signed to him, practically venting. He listened to me. He didn't judge me. He didn't tell me I wasn't enough.

Instead, he went up to me and pulled me into his embrace. He smelled like musky and masculine cologne, making me melt into his chest. I wrapped my arms around him, allowing him to keep me in his embrace.

We sat there for what it seemed like forever. Everything felt right. It felt in place. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable.

Though, the bell interrupted our moment.

He let go gingerly and smiled at me, getting up and wiping his pants off. "Want some help picking this up?" He signed and I nodded with a flushed face, looking down.

We cleaned up everything and stuffed it into my bag, sitting down in our assigned seats together. The teacher came in soon same as usual but this time it looked like she had some news.

"Class, we have another new classmate who would like to introduce himself." She said somewhat cheerfully, making my gut turn for an odd reason.

She signaled him to come inside of the classroom and he blew the class out. One of the sharpest jawlines I've seen and sharp eyes as well. His nose was rounded but also pointy in a way, giving off a strong vibe of dominance.

Once he opened his mouth, his voice matched his daring face. "Hello everyone. I'm Kim Taehyung, Jimin's cousin. Nice to meet you all." He said in a deep voice, sweeping me off of my feet.

Jimin's cousin? He never brought up his cousin was going to come to the same school as us. I turned to Jimin and saw his face pale and in shock, trying to look away from the front.

I rubbed his back to comfort him and some color went back to his face though I know something was wrong. Was he sick or something?

A strong scent of cologne barged in my nose as the new kid sat in the empty desk in front of me and Jimin, him immediately looking at me first.

He bowed his head and I returned the simple gesture with a smile, still a little sketch from Jimin's reaction.

I turned to Jimin and put my hands underneath the table, signing to him secretly. "You alright? Is there something wrong with your cousin or something?" I asked curiously, seeing Jimin freeze slightly and keeping his head away from his cousin as much as he could.

"He's my roommate," Jimin said, not giving me a chance to ask any more questions as he turned around and faced the teacher swiftly.

I wonder who this cousin is to him.

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sorry for the late update. school was a lot recently. I'll get the next update out asap!