Chapter 8
The classroom door opened.
The noise died instantly.
Winter walked in first, her presence sharp and confident. Behind her, Jimin followed, hands in his pockets, eyes unreadable.
My breath caught when he came closer.
He stopped… then sat down right beside me.
I stiffened.
Between Yoongi on my left and Jimin
on my right, I felt trapped.
"Good morning, class," the teacher greeted as she placed her books down.
"Good morning," a few voices replied.
Her eyes swept across the room.
"I hope you're all treating our new classmates well?"
Silence.
Thick Heavy Guilty silence.
Of course no one answered.
I clenched my fingers under the desk.
Cowards.
The teacher turned to the board,
****
I stepped out of the convenience store, the cool night air brushing against my skin. My oversized joggers swayed as I walked
And then
I collided with someone.
"Hey."
My heart skipped.
Jimin.White joggers. Sleeveless shirt. Soft eyes.
"H-Hi," I muttered, staring at the ground.
"About your jacket," I said. "I'll bring it tomorrow."
"It's fine," he replied easily. "I have many."
I bit my lip.
Showing off…
I walked past him without looking back.
Because if I did
I knew I wouldn't stop staring.
******
Riiiiiing!
I shot up from bed.
"Oh no!"
Brush. Bath. Uniform.
I poured food into Tang's bowl, grabbed my bag, skipped breakfast, and shoved Jimin's jacket inside.
I rushed outside and jumped on my bicycle
It wouldn't move.
"What?!"
I hit the brakes in frustration.
"If I'm late, I'll get detention!"
I abandoned the bike and ran to the bus stop.
The bus for the poor.
"Ahjussi!" I cried.
Suddenly
Dust filled the air.
A black, expensive bike stopped right in front of me.
I froze.
The rider slowly removed his mask.
. Pink lips Calm
"Hey," he said quietly.
(Dont forget to react)