Min Yoongi. 3 531 Words. A bit of everything for genre.
Inspired by I Hate U I Love U
All alone, I watch you watch her
Cursing and ducking at the sight
of someone around the other end of the hallway and waiting until white noise of
murmurs and footsteps to fade away is only a Wednesday norm for you. A dizzying
clatter of horribly orchestrated instrumental on the second floor, in the music
room cuts through the silence and strums on your anxiousness.
So maybe skipping club activities
and sneaking out of the club room isn’t worth the unease in your chest. You
slide the door to your classroom, relieved that you’re alive and well still.
Because the president, namely, Seokjin, will have your head if he knows you,
the vice president of the cooking club (who absolutely can’t cook for your dear
life) is yet again going AWOL.
You’re not too keen in staying
back after school to waste approximately one hour and forty-five minutes of
your life catering to pots and pans when Seokjin’s going to give you a share of
his dish at home anyway because you’re neighbors. Thus why you’re in the
classroom to gather your bag and leave the premise as soon as humanly possible.
But god forbid you collecting the
text books and ink pens on your desk without the fascinatingly attractive boy
sitting by the window noticing you. Wistful and mellow are his eyes, nose and
lips. But all too soon they disappear underneath the pull of frustrated
“Can’t even be left alone in this
goddamn place.” He clicks his tongue, not caring if you heard it.