I find myself looking across the room at a familiar yet mysterious boy. I don’t know why, but just his presence alone always catches my attention.

“helloo??.. Taehyung? Taehyung!”

I suddenly snapped back as a pair of hands were repeatedly waving in front of me, my eyes meeting Jin’s.

“I thought you were at the rooftop. So, you

actually came to class just to see him?”

“Well-..”

I turn my gaze back to the now empty desk where he sits. I watch him as he walks out of the door, my hand unknownlingy trying to reach for him, desperate for his presence again.

One turn away and he’s gone.. It's always been like that.

“Ah..Taehyung-ah, you can’t even make a move on him if you don’t talk to him first.”

“..what’s the point hyung? He’s quiet all the time, I don't even know if he can speak.”

“Well, you never know unless you try, y’know.”

I grunt with my head laid on the desk, feeling defeated.

“Come on, don’t be so sulky, you’re never like this. Now come head to the cafeteria with me, Joon’s waiting.”

“Actually.. I’ll pass, thanks.”

“hOw wOuld tHe FanGirLs fEeL wHeN tHe BaD bOy iSnT ThErE!!?”

I laugh lightly.

Jin looks at me gleefully as if he succeeded in a mission.

“Well, I should get going now.”

As Jin was about to leave, he stopped and turned to me. I raise my eyebrows, slightly confused.

“Will you be at the rooftop?”

“Well, I won’t be in his class next session.”

Jin chuckles.

“Your only class with him is math, the only subject you’re bad at.”

“I-I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“No! Stop that.”

…

Moments later after arguing, Jin finally leaves.

I sigh deeply as I make my way to the rooftop.

ROOFTOP:

I walk towards the view and place both my hands onto the fence railing. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, enjoying the breeze running through me quite swiftly. My eyes abruptly open when I think about him.

seriously, why can’t I get him out of my mind? Did he put a love spell on me or something?.. probably, yeah.

A door closes, my eyes instantly travelling over to the sound. Without thought, my body runs up to him.

“..H-h..”

I try to say as I struggle to speak, just him alone is enough to make me stutter. for a fact; I never stutter.

Aish, he’s making me drop the bad boy act… and I seriously ran up to him just to stand there and stare at him!? God, what am I doing right now.

As I open my mouth to speak he averts his eyes to the ground and starts fiddling with his fingers.

I guess he’s more shy than I am.. or that he’s just really uncomfortable.

…

cute.

I rub my nape as I try to figure out what to say.

Stop being so shy, bad boy Taehyung! Open your fucking mouth and talk to him- it’s now or never!

“So um.. hey-..”

His eyes widen about 100 times more, not making eye-contact with me, but with someone behind.

I turn around to see Issac, my childhood rival (still is even now) and also known for the

biggest jerk in the whole wide world, but

obviously it’s only probably me who thinks that.

He hides behind me and pulls onto my shirt, as if he’s scared of something.

He’s scared, isn’t he? Could it be because of.. Issac? Does that jerk bully him? No way.. No fucking way.

My anger is on the top of me right now, but I try to remain cool as Issac death-stares at me. I throw him one back.

“Bad boy, get out of my way.”

“Issac. What are you even doing here?”

“Pfft.. getting my homework back, obviously? Speaking of which,

Isaac points directly at him.

You, lame nerd, have you done the homework I gave you? You better fucking did-”

He grips onto my shirt even tighter, I hold onto his hand to calm him down as he accepts.

This fucking bastard.. Who knows what he could’ve done to this poor cutie...

“Shut the **** up, Issac, and maybe do your OWN fucking homework.”

“Woah, woah woah. Since when has the bad boy ever stuck up for a pathetic piece of TRASH?”

I grit my teeth in pure rage.

“Don’t make me even more mad.. You jerk..”

I walk a bit forward, exposing the contact between me and him. Issac notices.

“ooo\~!! has Kim Taehyung gone soft again? or is it that you like him?”

“that’s it.”

I try to run towards Issac to throw a punch, but he grips onto my hand tighter, preventing me from moving.

he’s not letting me go.. why?

I look to him with a confused expression. I then turn around to see Issac smirking.

god I fucking hate that face of his. especially that smirk.

he’s obviously just trying to make me angry right?.. of course, it was always like that since childhood.

still, I run full speed towards him. my anger

fully controlling me. yep.. I have had serious anger issues since the day I was born.

I peek up to see Issac still smirking.

fucking jerk.. I just want to remove that dirty smirk off of yours.. yeah, I’m gonna do it. just you watch.

As I try to punch him with all my might, the bell rings, meaning that lunch break has ended and the next period starts.

my fist stops midway. Issac chuckles softly.

“yah, Jungkook, you’re going to get a beating next time you don’t return my homework to me… got it?”

I take a glance at him- I mean, Jungkook, to see him just staring at the ground. I could almost see teardrops falling down. I turn back to face Issac with my deadliest look; something he doesn’t want to mess with right now.

“damn you.. jerk.”