Taehyung:

I waited for her as the lunch bell rang, leaning against the wall and scanning for her face amongst the current of people leaving their classrooms.

I needed to take action. Lately, I had noticed Jungkook and Jimin had become annoyingly close. I don't know what it was, but I didn't like it. Not one bit. The only guy Jungkook needs to concern himself with is me, and only me. I would always see him come off the bus in the mornings, laughing with Jimin. And don't even get me started on art class. It made me sick seeing them enjoy themselves like that.
I huff to myself.

Before long she approaches me.

'What is it Kim?!' She asks, half snapping. 'I haven't got time to be talking to you so this better be worth it.'

'Can we go somewhere where people won't hear us?' I ask, only to receive a roll of her eyes as a response. I open the door to the nearby classroom, checking it was empty.
The door closes to a shut behind us and we are alone.

I turn round to her. 'I'll make this quick, I know neither of us want to be in the other's company.'
I begin. Su places a perfectly manicured hand on her hips, awaiting what I had to say.

'You want Jimin - correct?'

She raises her eyebrows, looking me up and down suspiciously.

'Correct.' She answers.

'Well I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm sure you have - a certain someone has been hanging around him a lot lately.' Su listens in with wide eyes now, her interest perked.

'Su, have you realised Jungkook has been around Jimin a lot? It's obvious he's flirting with him.'

Su's mouth drops slightly in her distaste. 'Well...well Jimin wouldn't want him anyway.
He doesn't see guys that way.'

'Even if he's not into guys - can you let someone just flirt with Jimin like that? Didn't you tell us before that he was YOUR property?' I add to really wind her up. I need her on board with this.

She scrunches up her mouth, thinking about it for a second.

'What's in it for you?' She questions. I don't know how to reply, and instead I simply gaze down at the ground shuffling my feet.

'Oh I see,' she giggles, 'you like Jeon Jungkook - don't you?'
My silence answers her question.

'So,' she says with a smirk '...what are we going to do about it?'

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Jimin:

Today had been stressful, to say the least.

Ever since Jungkook had held my hand I had been a mess. I don't know why people think of butterflies as such delicate creatures, because the way the butterflies in my stomach were acting all day, I felt as though I was being beaten up from the inside. I had gone about most of my day avoiding him at all costs, out of fear that I would crumble with embarrassment if I saw him. After I skipped art class yesterday, I had run home as fast as I could.
I didn't even get the bus home like
I usually do - how could I survive a whole bus journey home with Jungkook? We didn't even text last night like we usually do. I think we were both just trying to stay in denial.

As much as I was trying to avoid him though, it wasn't him I was running away from. I was running away from confronting what I thought I would never have to face. He held my hand. Don't you see how big of a thing this is?! I'm not sure what's considered normal among friends, but is holding hands...normal? Does this mean he likes me...?

The way his fingers slid into mine, and the way he wrapped them around my hand...that didn't feel like something friends did.

'Jimin!!' The familiar sickly sweet voice calls out, interrupting my internal crisis. I was with the gang, not that
I had been contributing much to whatever conversation they were having, it was just something stupid about how well Hobi could play the flute with his nose. I roll my eyes when I see who comes stomping over, much to the amusement of the gang, before turning to face Su.

'There's something in the art room I need to move for Mr.Lee but I can't carry it. I need you and your muscles to help me out, kay?' She announces, battering her eyelashes at me.

'Um well, that's not really my problem.' I reply as Hobi snorts a laugh behind me.

'Jimin. I'm not joking when I say I'll scream if you don't help me.' She folds her arms.

'Why don't you get Yoongi to help you? He's strong too.' I suggest. Yoongi frantically makes hand gestures to me to plead 'NO! DON'T MAKE ME GO WITH HER!'

'Jimin.' She says once and for all.
I ignore her anyway. Which wasn't a wise decision.

She inhales and let's out a piercing scream. We all cover our ears in pain.

'OKAY OKAY I'll COME HELP YOU!' I scream at her through the screech of her voice. She stops and smiles sweetly before walking off, leaving me to tag along behind. 'Jesus! What is with this girl?!'
I say looking back at the guys before following her.

Jungkook:

I take a seat outside on the bench table with Sena and Hana, placing down our lunch trays. We take shade under a tree, cool breeze rustling the leaves above us. I pick at the lunch I had in front of me, not really feeling like eating any of it.

'Hey Earth to Jungkook...are you okay? You've been much quieter than usual.' Hana asks me, tapping her own spoon on the side of my tray to catch my attention.

'O-Oh, I'm fine.' I reply unconvincingly.

'I don't believe you,' Sena cuts in, 'what is it hm? Family trouble? School trouble? ...Boy trouble perhaps?' She grins menacingly as
I choke a little on the milk I had just started drinking. Both her and Hana laugh as I try to pull myself together, wiping the milk off my shirt. Ugh let's hope this washes out. Speaking of trouble, I glance to my left to see Su strutting along past our table, head held high as ever. Just a moment later, Jimin walks past, heading in the same direction. Wait - Jimin?!

I almost throw my entire tray off the table trying to duck down and hide. Please please please don't see me.
I felt utterly humiliated after yesterday.
I've ruined everything, I've probably creeped him out to the max. God what was I thinking?! He probably hates me, no wonder he's been avoiding me.
I may be dumb, but I'm not THAT dumb, I can tell when someone doesn't want to see me. I sat on the bus that day in our usual seat, waiting for him to get on, staring at the front of the bus, checking off the people that boarded. Jimin? Nope. Jimin? No. Ooh maybe- no, that's not him either. What an idiot. I shouldn't have been surprised when he didn't show up. I wouldn't want to sit through an entire journey home next to someone who just randomly grabbed my hand like a creep. Ugh, he chose to walk home over seeing me, and I know how long of a journey that is. God I hate myself.

I use Hana's bag for cover. For quite a tall and bulky guy like me, it served as a pretty useless disguise. Luckily for me though, he doesn't spot me and continues to walk on and into the school building.

'What are you doing?' She asks me, taking back her bag, a.k.a the only protective barrier I had.

'NOthIng.' I say a little too unnaturally, my voice cracking slightly. I clear my throat and sit up right.
'I just thought I saw a bug flying around.' I lie. Good save.

'BUG?!?!' Sena screams, standing up on the bench. 'WHERE?!' She waves about frantically, as other groups sitting on tables near us turn to stare. In the midst of all the chaos she was causing, and Hana trying to calm her down, Tae comes jogging over to the table.

'Hey Jungkook!' He calls. I look up at him. He leans on the table as he pants slightly from the jog over here. Sena was still standing up on her seat, Tae giving her a puzzled look before turning back to me.

'Mr.Lee wants to see you in his room. Says it's urgent.' He tells me.

What could he want during lunch? Does he want to talk about the project?

'Did he say why?' I ask.

'Nope, he just told me to send you there.' Tae replies.

I turn to Sena and Hana 'Won't be long - oh and don't touch my food - or you'll attract the bugs!' I add, making Sena scream all over again. Hana shoots me a death look, knowing I'd done that on purpose. I begin to head over to Mr.Lee's room.

Jimin:

Su opens the door to Mr.Lee's room.
I peer around the room, but don't see anything in particular that would need to be moved. Did she get the right room?

'So what do you need help carrying?' I ask.

'Um it's behind his desk, you'll find it under there.' She points.

Without questioning further, I lean over the desk to rummage around.
Still, I see nothing. I turn around to ask her again, only to find her just centimetres away from me.

'Woah. Um - you okay there?'
I stutter out, not knowing what else to say.

Before I can register what's happening, she tugs at my shirt and leans into me, kissing my cheek, before moving to my neck. What the hell is she doing?!

'Su, GET OFF!' I snap. But before I can push her off, someone stumbles into the room.

I look up only to see Jungkook staring back at me.

His hand grasps the door knob, frozen in the doorway. His eyes dart back and forth between me and Su.

'UGH JUNGKOOK! GET OUT! DON'T YOU SEE WE CAME HERE FOR SOME PRIVACY?!' Su yells at him, still clinging to my shirt.

He falters for a second before rushing out the room, slamming the door shut behind him. I throw Su off me despite her protests and rush out the room.

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I run as fast as I can up to Sena and Hana, who are eating together at one of the benches outside.

'Have you seen Jungkook?!'
I ask in panic, startling Sena.

'Jimin! Don't make me jump like that - I'm already scared as it is with all these bugs flying around. And why is everyone looking for Jungkook today? First Tae now you, I'm just as important too you know!' Sena jokes, but her smile fades when she sees how panicked I am.

'I- I haven't seen him, sorry Jimin.'

I sigh before running off to ask someone else.

Jungkook:

I close the lid of the toilet seat and slump onto it, burying my face in my hands.

Being in a cubicle like this was familiar to me. It had served as my crying place many times back in Daegu. It felt nice to have somewhere where you were surrounded completely by four walls, so no one could see you. Even if it was a cubicle toilet...

I just...needed a moment. Somewhere where I could cry without anyone seeing me or asking me what was wrong. I hadn't the energy to respond to them. My eyes sting as they well up, and as though someone had turned on the tap to my tears, they begin to stream down my face. God I hope this doesn't smudge my eyeliner.

I can't even begin to comprehend what I had just seen. Jimin. And HER. Of all people.

I now realised why they called it having a crush. Because it really does crush you in the end. I feel defeated. This is what it felt like to be dying whilst still breathing. You're an idiot Jungkook. How could you ever believe that he...that you could be...

Idiot.

I stay hidden away in the cubicle, not even coming out once the bell for lunch ended. I have art next, and I want to avoid that for obvious reasons. I need to come back down to reality, and know my place.

Park Jimin doesn't like me.