That One Popular Kid | Yoonmin

Chapter 2

The day after, I could see Jimin once again talking to that guy that had been so outrageously flirting with him yesterday. I frowned as I watched the two in the corner of my eye as I changed out my books at my locker.

I watched with a piercing glare as the guy placed his hand on Jimin's hip suggestively, and saw Jimin's eyes flit down to his hand. He gave the guy an innocent smile and shrugged off the gesture, not realizing what he was trying to imply.

I wanted so badly to go over there and shove the guy away from Jimin. To be a hero and tell him off, while taking Jimin as my own. But I didn't have the courage to do that. If I tried to go over there and protect Jimin, I would end up stuttering and blushing, rubbing the back of my head and end up running away.

And that would make a fool of me in front of Jimin.

I sighed as I shut my locker. I began to walk towards my next class, which was past the two. I carried my books with one arm that rested at my side, and my bag slung over one shoulder. I avoided any sort of eye contact as I passed the two--until a small hand grabbed mine.

Surprised, I looked back with wide eyes. I gulped whenever I saw Jimin staring at me with his cute smile. I opened my mouth to say something, but I ultimately closed it and waited for him to speak. Which I hoped was soon, before he noticed how sweaty my hands were getting.

"Hi! You're Hoseok's friend, aren't you?" He said with a bubbly smile. He totally forgot about the guy that was previously flirting with him, who was now glaring at me.

Ignoring the guy and turning my attention to the puppy like boy, I tried to give him a smile, but ended up with a twitchy, weird smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Y-Yeah, I a-am..."

Damn my stutter!

Despite me beating myself up in my head for stuttering in front of him, Jimin seemed unphased. He just giggled and asked, "It's Yoongi, right? You're going to history next, right? Do you mind if I walk with you?"

Appalled that he actually knew my name (despite incorrect honorifics) and asked to walk with me, I completely forgot the fact that he recognized that we had the same class together and he knew that. I gave a slight nod, not wanting to speak again and embarrass myself more. He smiled and said bye to the guy, before he grabbed his bag that had been lying next to him on the floor.

With a little grunt, he picked up the bag. Seeing him struggle with the bag's weight, I blurted out, "I can carry your bag for you, if it's too heavy--"

Shit shit shit!

He's gonna think I wanna steal his bag or something!

Fuck!

I opened my mouth to take it back, but he smiled as me and asked, "Could you? You're already carrying a lot..."

"I-It's no problem...I'm pretty strong..." I said quietly. He turned his head cutely, before he offered me his bag. I took it from him and slung the bag--that was actually kind of light--over my shoulder with my own. I mentally cooed, thinking that he was so small that he couldn't manage to carry it. The small boy continued to hold my hand and happily led me away from the guy. I gulped as I let him drag me down the hall towards our next class.

Once we were out of the guy's sight in an empty hallway, he let go of my hand, turned around, and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry..." He said, as he came out of his bow. My eyes widened whenever I saw he had a blush on his face. "He was making me uncomfortable but I didn't know what to say, so I used you as an excuse..." He said quietly. I felt my heart sink whenever he shyly lowered his head and his hands clenched the rim of his shirt.

In attempt to make him feel better, I shook my head. "N-No, it's okay. I don't mind you using me as a scapegoat, if someone is making you uncomfortable..." I mumbled. He looked up at me with his big, puppy eyes, before he gave me a small smile.

"Still, I'm sorry I pulled that on you out of the blue. We don't even know each other. I haven't even introduced myself! I'm sorry--I'm Park Jimin. We share a couple classes, don't we?" He tilted his head with a questioning smile.

"Y-Yeah, we do." I avoided his cute gaze. I can't believe I'm actually talking to him--!

He giggled, making my heart lurch. I blushed as he took my hand and said, "Then let's walk to class together from now on! I don't share many classes with my friends, so I can't walk with them. But if you don't mind, I'd like to be your friend! Is that okay?"

"Y-Yeah, it's okay..." I said quietly. I gulped whenever I realized what I had just said. This meant that I would be seeing--talking to him a lot more. But I couldn't take back my words now. And how would I? I didn't want to hurt him. But I will make a fool of myself if I am around him more...

Not noticing my self conflict, Jimin smiled. "Okay, then let's go, Yoongi!"

"O-Oh...actually..I'm a year older than you..." I mumbled quietly. His eyes widened, and he blushed. I tried not to coo at his embarrassed expression.

"O-oh, I'm sorry, hyung...I didn't know..."

"It's okay." I mumbled. I let the small boy lead me to our next class, staring at our hands as he drug me along. Whenever we got to class, he said a cheerful goodbye before he retreated to his seat. I gulped, unsure of what to make of my new predicament.

This isn't good...