help me hyung// yoonmin

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Park Jimin POV

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I looked around the new classroom to see a few eyes staring at me. I just moved to Seoul from Busan. I already had anxiety, but now that people were staring at me, it made it 10 times worse.

I tried my best to focus on the teacher, but I couldn't concentrate. I always had a hard time with math, but I somehow always passed. She was teaching us how to find the slope of a line. 'When will I ever use this in real life?' I thought to myself.  

Finally, the bell rang and I got all of my stuff and walked to my locker. I tried to remember the pass code to my lock. 'Was it 2 18 6? Or maybe 2 18 5?' "Ugh!" I accidentally said out loud. "Having trouble?" I heard someone say. I turned to see a taller boy (who seemed to be older than me) who had dark, almost black, brown hair. He had really plump lips, broad shoulders, and a sharp jawline. "Uhh, yeah." I said shyly, looking down at my shoes. "Maybe I can help!" the boy said. "I don't know because I forgot my pass code." I said, still looking at my shoes. "Oh! You doubt me! Watch." the boy said lifting my head up. The boy slammed his fist into the locker with a loud bang. I flinched when I heard the noise, but when I opened my eyes, I saw that the locker had opened. "Wow! Thanks!" I said. "Welcome! By the way, my name is Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin. I'm a senior here." the boy told me. "So you're my hyung. My name is Park Jimin. I just moved here from Busan. I'm a sophomore." I said. "Cool! I gotta go, but find me at lunch, okay Jimin?" Jin said. I nodded as he walked away.

I turned back to my locker and got out my history notebook. It was already kind of worn in because I used the same one at my old school. My mother and I don't like to waste money. Mostly because we don't have a lot of it. I sighed, closed my locker, and walked back to my classroom. I was in the same classroom, but there would be a few different students. I sat down in the seat I sat in for math. I started flipping through my notebook when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around to see a boy with very pale blue hair looking down at me. I couldn't help but stare. He had the cutest eyes and perfect pink lips. He had a sharp jawline, but round cheeks. I stood up and realized that he was only about an inch taller than me. I knew I was short, heck, I was only 5'8".  "You were in my seat." the boy said in a monotone voice. "O-oh. S-sorry." I managed to stutter. 'Park Jimin, why do you have to be so awkward! He probably thinks you're really weird now!'

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authors note

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edited: 5.21.18