1st Grade

by kybeech

It's Jeon Jungkook's first day of high school and he already hates it. Until, that is, he runs into a dashing boy who just won't leave his head. Pure fluff. Contains: Vkook/Taekook, Yoonmin, Namjin. Random other people were added bc I needed names.

17. Chapter 17 - YG

17 – YG perspective (414)

I swore to every god there was that I would kill Jung Hoseok. Immediately after Jimin sat down next to me, I instantly found it harder to concentrate, harder to speak, harder to exist when he was near. I badly wanted to hate him for it but, as hard as I tried, I couldn't. So I blamed everyone else around him instead. I cursed Jeon Jungkook for being so goddamn perceptive. I cursed Jung Hoseok for forcing this on me.

As soon as he drew Jimin's attention to me, I wanted to die right then and there. I didn't know how long I could last in a proper exchange with my actual, real-life crush. I really tried to dodge that conversation, to just be able to sit silently with him beside me and treasure the comfort that he brought me. But when Hoseok told me to put away my phone, I didn't want to look rude or reliant on it, so I had to give this a shot.

I was not prepared for Jimin to actually speak to me. He had the brightest, most striking smile that was close to shattering every brick I had ever built in my wall. It took my everything to reply curtly and try not to let that fucking stammer come back. I had no idea what it was about Park Jimin that did that to me, but Jungkook had already heard it and I was not about to let something like that get out and make my life hell again.

That boy was determined. He gave me a compliment and I didn't reply. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't. I didn't even try because I knew I would either stutter or make no sound at all. I just swallowed hard and tried to distract myself with whatever was outside. It didn't work though since I could see his reflection in the window. He was so incredibly lucky to see that every time he looked in the mirror.

I stayed out of the conversation after that. I didn't trust myself. When I left, I managed to say goodbye to Jimin without completely breaking down. I walked home in the cold and knew that my bedroom wall was not going to have a good night with the tension I had in my fists. They were already clenched involuntarily and I had to consciously stop myself from punching a lamppost. I would have to restrain myself until I got home.