"Come empty and you won't need anything"

-Hotel Books

Jimin

I got up and trailed to the back of the classroom towards Min Yoongi. I realized in this moment that I had never actually interacted with him before. I'd heard all kinds of rumors and Tae would never let go of that one time when they were in middle school, but I'd never actually spoken to the boy.

"Hi!" I said, forcing a smile as I slid into the empty seat next to him and extended a hand. "It looks like we are going to be partners on this project. I'm Park Jimin."

"I know." He just kept looking at me but didn't move to shake my hand. I was surprised at how rough his voice was. It was deep and masculine and sent a tremor through me. Sure he had a reputation for being scary, but he wasn't a very big guy. He couldn't have been more than 120 pounds soaking wet.

In fact up this close, I could see that he actually was quite small underneath his baggy black hoodies and jackets that he always wore. He actually looked kinda...delicate. His hark hair contrasted with his pale skin that was absolutely flawless with a slight blush on his cheeks. His eyes were sharp and angled, almost feline. And his mouth was small pink and set in a perfect little pout. My little gay heart started to speed up at the thought of his lips. How had I never noticed he was that hot? It probably had something to do with the fact that I had never seen him this close. Also, I usually looked away quickly if my eyes ever fell on him because I was afraid to make eye contact.

"Can I help you?" He asked and I realized I was staring.

"Oh-um right the project. Um...what's the project even about?" He slid over the rubric that I had somehow missed.

Cell Diagrams was written in bold across the top of the page.

"Looks like we are making cell diagrams…" Obviously you idiot. I thought to myself. My god this is so awkward.

"Do you wanna work on the project after school today or…? We could go to my house. Or yours if you don't want to come to my place. That's fine."

"Your house is good."

Well, It's kinda far. I mean we could walk but it would take forever. We can just take the bus."

Yoongi looked down for the first time. "Uh, I didn't bring money for bus fare today."

"That's okay. My mom can pick us up if you don't want to take a bus." I immediately flushed. Did I really just tell him my mom still takes me to school? Ugh. I'm sixteen. I knew this was a bad idea. "Or we could just go to your place if it's closer."

He shook his head making his jet black hair cover his eyes. I couldn't make out his expression but he just said, "No, it's okay. Your mom can pick us up."

I was surprised at how quiet and agreeable he was. I kinda expected the school bad boy to be a bit more..well, bad. I texted my mom to tell her that me and a friend would need to be picked up after school in our usual spot. I had convinced her months ago to pick me up down the block so I don't have to climb in the minivan right at the front doors of the school. Mom was cool like that. She was entirely uncool in the conventional ways, but didn't mind going out of her way to not embarrass me.

"Okay, give me your phone and I'll put in my number. I have a dance team meeting this afternoon but it should only take like 10-15 minutes. I'll text you when I'm done and we can meet out front okay?"

He just nodded at me and handed me his phone. It was an old phone and the screen was hella cracked. When I went to his contacts, I saw there were only like twelve names. He was back to resting his head on his arms but still looking right at me.I put my number in quickly and handed it back. "There you go. Just text me and I'll have your number too."

He looked down at the contact name and I swear I saw him smirk for just a second. I looked down embarrassed that I hadn't thought about the fact that I had put myself in his phone as *Jiminie*. That's just what I did for everyone. I probably should have just left it as something boring and formal like Park Jimin.

He quickly typed something out and I felt my phone buzz.

Xxx-xxxx: Here.

I laughed. "I know you're here. I'm looking right at you." He started turning red and I worried I had made him mad.

"No. It's like here. Here's my number." His voice was flat and once again there was no emotion.

"Oh." Just then the bell rang. "Well, I'll see you after school." I waved but he didn't respond.

Taehyung met me in the hallway and began frantically checking me all over. "What happened? Are you okay? Where did he hurt you? I'll kill him!"

"Geez Taetae, calm down. I'm fine. We are just going to work on our project after school."

"YOU'RE GOING TO HIS HOUSE?!" He clutched onto me as if I had told him I had hours left to live.

"No! Shush. He's coming over to mine. Mom is gonna pick us up after school."

He stopped dead. "But Jiminie! Then he'll know where you live! He'll know where you sleep. He could end up killing you and your whole family." He gasped. "What if he's a vampire and you just invited him in!"

"Oh my gosh Tae! Shut up. It's fine. It's just a school project. He's not a vampire, he's not an axe murderer. He's just a quiet guy who sits at the back of the class. It will be fine." Probably. I added to myself. I mean there were a lot of rumors about him. Some of those had to have a bit of truth to them right? Plus, he was really...hot. I acted like it was no big deal but my heart was racing at the thought of him coming to my house. Meeting my family. Coming into my room...

Oh God! I have to clean up.