Love Is Bound ‖ ✓

chapter 1

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| 27 November

"Happy Birthday in advance, love..."

Y/n is admiring the pendant. Her lover's initials beautifully carved, sitting perfectly aligned to the v-line of her neck. "Jimin", she lifts her gaze to see the guy who was watching her minute expressions closely, "this is beautiful!" Her voice barely above a whisper. Their eyes emitted the love that they have been sharing for a whole of four years now. A smile automatically played on their lips, lighting up the dim isolated room.

It is this uninterrupted magical moment, when the annoying warning bell went off pulling them out of their trance. "Shit it's time", Jimin looks at the door behind y/n. He caresses the girl's cheeks. "Is there anything I can give you on your birthday, love?"

"Chim, I only want one thing..." Y/n mentions as a weak smile coats her lips. "Y/n, baby I want that too. Believe me, even more than you do. But if I disclose our relationship, all my friends will leave me. Please try and understand baby." The love sick smile of Jimin washes away knowing the stance their relationship is in.

The room falls silent. The audible murmurs and footsteps on the corridor outside, invades their spatiotemporal limit. Jimin clasps her hands but y/n only withdraws them.

"Never mind. I should probably leave now."

She flashes him a smile before leaving. Honestly, it was the worst sight to start off a day with. Jimin knows it is not one of those genuine smiles that he had once witnessed. He stands there watching the girl walk out of the door, her lush brown hair swaying in depression. As much as he wants to hold her back, he knows he could not and will not do that.

As for their daily routine follows, he waits inside for a span of seven to eight minutes and then walks out of the Janitor's closet.

Yes, the Janitor's closet.

Both of their love life is confined in this grimy abandoned room. All they can ever wish for is to walk out of this room and tell the whole world about their relationship. Just, scream it all out.

At least that's what y/n wants...

Y/n is standing in a line at the cafeteria. 'Fifteen minutes till my awful day starts.' She sighs. It is finally her turn to order. "One iced tea please..." She humbly requested. Paying for it, she turns around with her head hanging low.

Splash!

"Gee- I'm so sorry." The brunette mumbles when the container meets a robust body, who now is clearly bathed in iced tea. "I'm so so so sorry. I don't know where my head's at." She finally raises her head to see an...ethereal creature. Dazzling blue hair. Anime face cut. But the features—?

It is hard to tell. He towers above y/n and the darn sunlight just traced his silhouette, completely blinding y/n's eyes. She pushes her glasses upto the bridge of her nose, blinking a while and stepped back adjusting her vision. "Are you alright?" His deep voice proclaims. It is sweet, velvety, soothing and just...so mesmerizing, as if his voice has been accustomed to be heard.

"I- I'm fine. I should be the one asking you that though." Y/n is in an utter trance. She literally ruined his shirt yet the guy was asking of her well being? Happens only once in a blue moon. "Let me help you, please. I completely ruined your shirt." She mutters. Plodding back to the counter, she grabs a napkin or two.

Y/n helps him wipe the mess she has caused. "Ugh. It's going to leave a stain." The girl gawks at the big dampened patch but the other only chuckles. "Good thing I have my hoodie." He looks at y/n, who instantly averts her gaze when she meets his dark ones.

'Whoa he's damn pretty!'

"Well, I'll get going. I don't want to be late for my class and neither should you." She said to him as he bows too. "But your beverage?" He points at the empty container y/n is dearly clutching onto. "Not a problem, actually."

With that being said, y/n runs to her homeroom. Phew. She was not late, in fact she has some time to spare. She takes her place next to the window. A breezy weather, mild sunlight and a silent room, is all she needs.

Silence is something she prefers to cherish apart from the weird stares she receives from most of her college mates. Why, you ask? She was socially awkward. And her 'friends' do not palliate her miseries by always sticking her out of their groups.

Not all are very fond of calling her names either. Unlike, the hollow headed girls, who most likely thought there place is in one of the popular guys' pant. They do not think twice before following their suit, no matter what. Those guys are supposed to be some sort of trend setters in the University or at least in those girls' eyes.

As if on cue the girls sitting behind her start swooning. Y/n does not need to know the cause of this spell, as it must be him, Park Jimin. And his ''popular'' best friends. Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi; preferably going by the name Suga.

They make their way to the back seats, hooting and screaming, disrupting the peace preferred by the brunette. Though y/n tries to keep her gaze to herself, her eyes does not fail to make their way to where her heart actually is. Oh that smile. But not for her eyes. His melodious voice. But not for her ears. His magical touch. But-

Her thoughts are clogged when she receives a suspicious stare from Jungkook, who glances at Jimin and then back at y/n. She immediately turns around, seeping into her thoughts. She is already called a 'freak' and now she does not want to attach a 'creep' tag along her unending list. Although, it will not make much of a difference.

She can not help but think of that mystery guy she met earlier at the cafeteria. She knows he is definitely not someone she has met before. He is an absolute embodiment of heaven.

Never in her life did she make a conversation that long. Unless it were one of her specific acquaintances. Had it been some other guy, he would have either bombarded her with an earful of curses she did not know the meaning of or just picked up a name from that famous 'list' of hers.

'I didn't even get his name. Who is he? Maybe he's from the management department. Guys in that block are nice, I guess.'

An old hag walks into the class snapping the brunette out of her dreamy vision. "Good morning professor!" The class greets. Or well, just the front benchers. Per se the back seaters were too busy in their own world to even have the courtesy to greet the professor.

"Good Morning students. You have a new friend here." He shows off his teeth, rather the set of his remaining teeth. Everyone's head peaks high, waiting for someone to enter.

"Please come in..."

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