In class, Jeongguk takes his seat next to mine. I try not to pay any attention to him because every time I do, I can feel a warm blood blush painting the skin of my face.

"Taehyung," he whines, shaking my arm to grab my attention. "What," I say, trying to focus on the solving the Math problem given by our teacher. "Pay attention to me."

And when I do, I remember confessing to him last night. He opens his mouth to speak. "The annual carnival for all initiates, do you want to go together tomorrow? After school."

"Who would I be to deny it?" I grin, but then I remember about Jimin. "But who's going to be with Jimin?"

"I'm sure he'll bring Yoongi. Every initiate is allowed to bring a plus one. Are you planning on bringing anyone?" He asks, and I pretend to think about his question just to tease him.

"I'm not sure about that. I am thinking about bringing someone from class," I smirk, earning myself a slap on the arm.

"Rude."

"Quiet down, class." Our teacher gestures to the class. "I will collecting some of your worked example to show the class. Jeongguk, Moonil, and Hayeon, can the three of you hand over your worksheets? Thank you."

With an amused grin, I watch Jeongguk get up with a grumble. "Guess today's just now your day," I joke, trying to hold back my laughter as I stare at his half-filled worksheet. His messy and illegible handwriting scribbled on the paper makes my heart flutter even more. "Whatever," He mutters under his breath while glaring at me, and then accidentally tripping on the leg of his stool.

My heart grows at the sight of him pouting, and I add his every little quirk to my little list of things I love about Jeongguk.

+++

"As all of you know; the annual carnival that is held as a day of accomplishment for each initiate will be held tomorrow, I still have to inform you that it is important to keep close watch for any signs of an attack. Stay alert and have fun," Jiyeong lectures us. The whole crowd cheers rowdily, I do too.

"Finally," Jimin sighs, tilting his head to the right to crack it. A satisfy crack can be heard, and I internally cringe.

"What? Happy to have time to be with Yoongi?" I question, and he nods. "I plan on going to the carnival tomorrow with Yoongi in hope to convince him to keep the unborn child," He says tiredly, and I feel a bubble increasing in size while threatening to burst. This is the first time I've seen Jimin so worn out, like a shirt being worn and washed again and again. I don't mean to, but something close to a disdainful feeling fills me up like liquid when I think about Yoongi.

"He's tiring you out, isn't he?" I say. Though I am happy initiates are given extra two days off classes after carnival, I can't help but want to be selfish by keeping Jimin away from Yoongi.

"I know what you're thinking." He breaks my bubbles of thoughts. "Yoongi isn't like that. He hasn't be stressing me out. I am to blame."

I don't understand what he means by that. I don't want to know.

"Let's just drop the subject," I suggest, trying to change the topic to avoid myself from hating on Yoongi. He hums in agreement and starts, "How has it been with Jeongguk?"

"We started dating only yesterday," I remind him. Then he teases, "A lot can happen within a day."

And I stomp his feet with a sound of disagreement.

"No, a lot can happen only if it's people like you who make it possible," I argue. He laughs it off and slaps me on the shoulder. "Don't have to be so serious."

"I just." I begin, trying to find the words to express my feelings. I feel like I'm searching for lost words in a dark abyss but to no available. "I feel jittery when I'm with Jeongguk, but I'm not sure how to face my mate. I feel bothered." I leave out my next sentence, 'And I'm also really bothered by Yoongi stressing you out, and by how you're letting him do that to you.'

Jimin places a warm hand on my shoulder, and though his touch is fleeting and warm, I feel his message.

''I'm always here for you—if you want to talk.'

But you already have so much to think and worry about. I want to say. But I bite it down, settling with the option to just place my hand on top of his.

"I am too."

√a.n.

Hello, it's your least favourite author back with her not so lit fanfiction. It has been more than a month since I updated this book so I hope my readers are still sticking around. (P.S sorry for my rusty writing)
Anyway, I know this chapter was pretty much a filler but more taekook coming up in the next chapter that I'll publish by Sunday before I leave. Also I was thinking about doing a character Q&A kinda section but I'm not sure if I should since I don't think my readers actually wanna do it.
If you're still reading this, thank you <3 I appreciate every single one of you so much 💗