Seokjin (Jin)
The shrill ring of my alarm dragged me awake. I groaned and turned onto my stomach, burying my head under my pillow in a futile attempt to block out the noise. Five minutes later, the same irritating sound pierced through the fabric. I hit snooze again, repeating the process until a fist slammed against my bedroom door. “Hey (Y/N), it’s time to get up!” my mother called from the other side.
I rolled my eyes and sat up, pushing the pillow back into its place. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I headed for my dresser and retrieved my school uniform. It consisted of a grey skirt with a dark red trim and a matching grey polo shirt bearing the school’s name on the right breast. After pulling on socks and slipping into white high-top converse, I headed to the bathroom for makeup. Skipping breakfast entirely, I walked downstairs, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and called out, “See you after school!”
“Bye, I love you!” my mother replied as I closed the front door behind me.
Rolling my eyes, I began the short walk to school. Six minutes later, I reached the school gates and waited for my friend, (F/N). I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram to pass the time, but it was quickly snatched from my grasp. “Took you long enough,” I laughed.
“How long have you been waiting?” she asked as we walked inside.
“Probably just a minute.”
“Oh yeah, a whole minute. A lifetime,” she said sarcastically. “Speaking of lifetimes, how’s it going with Jin? Have you told him you like him yet?”
I shook my head frantically. “Absolutely not. I’m terrified of rejection.”
“What’s to be afraid of?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Me,” I stated, unlocking my locker and pulling out my textbooks.
“I don’t think he’ll reject you,” she insisted. “Why would he?”
“Because I’m ugly.”
“Okay, one: you’re not ugly. And two: if he bases anything on looks, he’s not worth you liking him,” she retorted.
I sighed. “I guess my personality isn’t the greatest?” I asked, more questioning than stating.
“If your personality was awful, how would you have friends?” she countered.
“Good point,” I conceded, and we walked into first period with (F/N) beside me. She sat down next to me as usual.
“I know,” she said casually, flipping her hair. “I wonder where your boyfriend is. He’s usually here early.”
Her words were cut off by a high-pitched scream. “Baby!” she shrieked, running towards Hoseok who was standing by the door.
“Ugh, nicknames,” I muttered, scrunching up my face in disgust.
“I know, right,” a voice said from behind me. Turning around, I came face-to-face with Jin. “Is this seat taken?” he asked, gesturing to the chair next to mine that (F/N) had vacated. My gaze shifted to (F/N), who nodded at me with a mischievous grin. Turning back to Jin, I shook my head. “So, (Y/N), what’s it like watching those two lovebirds all the time?” Jin chuckled.
He knew my name. Well, he should, we had a ton of classes together, but I hadn’t thought he actually *noticed* me.
“Pretty brutal,” I said, trying to remain cool despite my racing heart. “I don’t really like PDA.”
“Why not?” he asked. “I think it’s kinda cute.”
“It’s cute, sure, but (F/N) and Hobi go a little… overboard,” I laughed awkwardly.
“I guess, but if you like someone that much, it’s hard to hold it in,” he grinned.
I snorted.
“Ew! Not like that!” he exclaimed, scrunching up his face in disgust. “I meant try to contain your affection.”
“I know what you meant,” I laughed. “It just took me by surprise hearing *you* say it.”
“Well, I didn’t expect to be someone who was dirty-minded. Guess we’re both surprised,” he replied.
I nodded, starting to tap my foot to relieve the anxiety bubbling up inside me. My mind swirled with questions about Jin. Why did he want to sit next to me? There were plenty of other seats. Why did I even let him? I hadn’t even imagined being able to talk to him.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft.
I shrugged. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’ve been tapping your foot for fifteen minutes and you look lost in thought. I just thought I’d ask,” he answered. “Sorry for bothering you.”
“Oh no! You didn’t bother me! It’s just—”
“-(Y/F/N),” the teacher interrupted. “Class started twelve minutes ago. No talking. Detention if it happens again.” She glared at us and returned to her lesson.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N)—”
“—that goes for you too, Mr. Kim,” the teacher snapped, her voice terrifyingly sharp. Jin just nodded and looked down at the table as the bell rang signaling the end of class. “(Y/N), Jin, see me after everyone leaves,” she instructed. “I’ll write you a pass for your next teacher.”
Finally, after a minute of waiting, we were alone with Mrs. Lee. “Do you know why you’re here?” she asked.
“Because we were talking?” I asked.
“Bingo,” she nodded. “I don’t tolerate talking in my classroom. It’s unfair to me and your classmates. But since I’ve never caught you two before, I’ll let you off with a warning. Don’t let it happen again.” She scribbled a note and handed it to us. “Now get to class.”
We nodded and hurried out of the classroom, down the hall to our next class.
-Time Skip-
“Free at last!” I exclaimed, throwing my textbooks into my locker. (F/N) laughed, and I watched Hoseok come up behind her and kiss her cheek.
“Ugh, PDA,” a voice said from behind me.
Hoseok just laughed. “Oh Jin. You don’t know anything about having a girlfriend. When you’re in love, you can’t help the PDA.”
“Okay, one, that sounds disgusting. And two, those words sound slightly familiar,” I said, turning to look at Jin.
He shrugged.
“Oh my god, you’re so oblivious,” I laughed. “You practically said the same thing earlier.”
“Oh yeah, I remember now,” he chuckled. “But (Y/N), I have something to ask you. It’s really important.”
(F/N)’s eyes widened and she grabbed Hoseok’s hand, squealing as he looked at her confused.
“Was your father a thief?” Jin asked, watching (F/N)’s reaction.
“Um, no. Why?” I asked, utterly confused.
“Because someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes,” he grinned.
My cheeks flushed and my heart pounded. Before I knew it, I was a crimson red. “Cheesy,” I smirked.
“(Y/N)?” Jin asked. “Will you go out with me?”
My eyes widened. “Yes! Is that even a question? Of course I will!” I said, and he pulled me into a hug.
“Hey um, so I think something must be wrong with my phone,” he said as we pulled apart.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“It doesn’t have your number,” he smirked.
“Oh jeez, what did I get myself into?” I laughed.