It has almost been a week now since I went over to Yoongi's. Every time my eyes would land on the pale boy, I would feel my heart race.
I can't believe I almost kissed him!!!
Yoongi and Hoseok no longer sat with us anymore which I found strange till Yoongi explained why.
Taehyung finally came back to eating lunch with us, hiding his affliction towards a certain orange headed boy.
"Jungkookie! Why wouldn't you tell me what your project's about?" I pout, filming my best friend through the lens of my camera. He simply chuckles, sticking his tongue out in a child-like manner.
"Because it's none of your business."
I send him a glare, "spoilsport."
"You love me." he teases,
"No I don't."
Jungkook smirks, "then who do you like? Hmm?"
I could sense my cheeks flaring up at the question, turning away from the grinning boy as my eyes falls onto a certain dark brunette that sat a few meters in front of our table. I watch while he sits beside Hoseok, who honestly looks like he's going through hell.
I place my camera back into my bag, tapping my fingers lightly against the table while studying Taehyung. His bleached hair was a mess, his tan skin appears more of a sickly pale colour while black bags lay underneath his dark eyes.
Maybe I should talk to him later.
~*~
"Hey Taetae!" I call out to my tall friend, making my way through the sea of students towards him.
He instantly stops at my words, waiting for me to reach him. As soon as I get close enough I notice a glare on his expression.
I sheepishly grin at him knowing for a fact that it was because he hates the nickname I gave him.
"What's up?" He asks, beginning to walk again. I follow after him as we walk out to the car park area.
My lips form into a small line, "are you okay?"
He freezes at my words. Running his tongue over his pink lips slowly, his gaze fleeing off into the distance behind me.
Eventually he musters up the courage to meet my stare again, an obvious fake smile planted on his face.
"I'm fine."
Lies.
Those two words are the biggest lie anyone could ever say.
"Are you sure?"
He gulps.
A single tear rolls down his cheek but he quickly catches it, rubbing it away roughly before turning on the heels of his feet and sprinting off towards his car.
"Taehyu-"
"-let him go." A voice mumbles from behind me.
My heart races.
"Yoongi?" I face the taller boy while he walks closer to me, his strides long. His feet finally stop an inch or two away from me.
We stare at one another for a few moments before he reaches out,
"Phone."
I frown down at his hand,
"What?"
He rolls his eyes yet a small smile stretches on his pouty lips. I take a few minutes just staring at his mouth, how I badly wanted to kiss him.
"Jimin?"
I snap back to my senses feeling my ears heat from being caught staring.
"I-uh...o-oh right the phone." I stutter, fumbling around till I get my phone out of my pant pocket.
Handing it over, we accidentally brush fingers. The mere touch alone sends a tingling feeling through my body.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I watch him type his phone number into my phone, reminding me that all this time I have known him, I didn't once have his number.
The thought of him finally trusting me with his number oddly made me feel giddy inside.
"Here." He hands back my phone which I take.
He begins stroll off but not before mumbling,
"You better answer all my texts."
Before he disappears out of my sight.
~*~
I was currently sitting on the floor of my bedroom, reading over the song lyrics that Mr Kim gave to me, gently humming it out aloud when suddenly...
*ding*
I hurry to my feet, stumbling forward as I come crashing down on my bed, making a grab for my phone.
My face instantly lights up at the text message;
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My eyes widen, . . . . . Wait! . . . . . Did Min Yoongi just ask me out on a date?!?!
