POINT OF VIEW → bts fanfiction

Chapter 9

"I...don't know."

I got up and began to pace. Think, Nabi. What did I do whenever I had a problem? Write, of course. But that wasn't going to solve anything. What is the only place that might actually be able to help us?

"We should go to the library," I suggested, stopping mid-pace.

"What?" He looked up from his hands.

"I know it sounds stupid, but it's the only place that has even a chance of being helpful."

"Fine. Not like we have any other ideas."

Taehyung's P.O.V

And so we set off for the library. She was right, it did seem like the only place that could help us. But it certainly wasn't a definite that some books would be our key to normality. We walked back to Jegug in silence, but I glanced over at her every few moments. I was glancing over at myself, walking. I would smirk in pleasure at my good looks, but right now the situation was too strange and grim. As we neared the school, I noticed Hoseok was jogging out of the building. We neared him, and he looked over at us with what seemed like relief. But his eyes focused on me, and his expression turned to a smirk.

"So you cut first period to hang out with some girl?" Hoseok asked Nabi.

I still wasn't used to my friends treating me like this.

"Ah, um...well." She looked over at me, her eyes cried for help.

"No way! We are...you see--" I stammered through broken words while he watched me expectantly. "We're cousins, that would be gross."

Nabi turned to me in shock, Hoseok tilted his head.

"Why didn't you tell me about your cousin?" He turned to Nabi.

"Oh, well...I thought you already knew! Man."

"I think I'd remember her." He turned back to me and gave me a once-over.

What a strange experience this had been so far.

"Anyways..." I glanced at Nabi. "We should really get to class."

I grabbed her arm, and pulled her away from Hoseok, into the school. With irritation, I noticed him following us.

"We should," he agreed, checking his phone. "We have about three minutes till second period."

And so the three of us walked in awkward silence, until Nabi leaned in.

"Cousins? Really?" She hissed into my ear.

"It's called panic," I whispered back.

"This is going to require a lot of explaining to everyone..." She grimaced at the thought.

"So, V, I was thinking we should go see that new movie you've been talking about." Hoseok was suddenly beside Nabi, and to both of our horrors, putting his arm around her.

Why did my band mates have to be so affectionate? Nabi was turning bright red. Obviously, she'd never had any male contact.

"I don't know, man," she stuttered. "I'm kind of busy."

"I didn't even tell you the movie times, Tae." He shook his head, grinning. "What's up with you?"

We arrived to the classroom before she could answer, and Nabi quickly pulled away in relief and raced to a desk in the back. Her usual desk. I gave her a look. We both glanced at my usual seat, then back at her's. She shook her head and gave me a pleading stare. Before I could give her a glare, someone came and linked arms with me. I turned in surprise to see the girl she'd been with, the day we ran into each other.

"Okay, Nabi. I've decided to quit bothering you about the showcase. If you don't want to do it, I'll be a good friend and I won't pressure you," she said to me, reassuringly.

"That's...nice," I replied stiffly, uncomfortable being so close to her.

"Really? Nice? That's all you have to-- Oh my gosh!" She finished her sentence in English. "What is V doing at your desk?!"

"Huh? Oh."

"Maybe he wants to apologize! Omo, what if he's interested in you?!" She squealed. "Come on!"

She began dragging me to the desk, where Nabi/me sat looking very surprised. And maybe even a bit jealous?

"Okay class, let's just jump right into the sixth chapter, please take out your books." The instructor's voice boomed over the chatting students.

Nabi and I made eye contact once more, and I gave her a little head nod to my seat that was closer to the front and right next to Jin. With a sigh, she hopped up.

"Wrong seat," She muttered to us as she walked by.

"Aigoo! Why're you such a slow-poke?" Nabi's friend asked in annoyance as we sat.

"Who knows?" I replied.