Yeonjun's POV
"Yeonjun!" I hear a familiar voice call after me.
I start to speed up my walk to get away.
Please, don't follow me. Please, please, please, ple--
A hand grabs my arm and I stop, closing my eyes in defeat. Well, damn.
I turn around and give the boy standing in front of me an awkward smile.
"Hey, Soobin."
"I was calling for you," he breathes out of breath from running after me.
I scratch the back of my neck. "I guess I didn't hear you."
He bites his lip and shakes his head. "Why are you avoiding me?"
I shake my head and smile. "It's nothing. Really."
"Yeonjun, be honest with me. Please," He tilts his head.
I sigh. "We only just met recently. I'm the kid everyone makes fun of. You're the kid everyone loves."
He squints in confusion. "I didn't know everyone made fun of you."
"Well, they do," I look away from him and run my fingers through my hair. "You would know that if you actually cared about the people around you and not your stupid asshole friends that make fun of kids that don't speak the same language as them," I spit out.
Soobin jumps at every harsh word and when I'm done he takes a step away from me. "I didn't know you felt that way," he mumbles.
I nod, my throat starting to tighten as tears start to surface in my eyes. "I do."
"Yeonjun," he whispers, looking up into my eyes. "I don't make fun of you. I would never take part in the antics that my friends do."
I scoff and shake my head. "If you really didn't like what they were doing, you wouldn't be friends with them."
"Where is all this coming from all of a sudden?" He asks, a look of disbelief on his face. "I...don't like that you're upset with me. I don't even know what you're upset at me for."
I shake my head. "I don't think we should be friends, Soobin."
"What do you mean? What are you saying? I want to be friends with you. Things went so well the other day at that party. What changed?"
His eyes are sad. I can see it in the way his eyes flit back and forth between each of mine and I can hear it in the way his voice cracks when he speaks.
I look down at the floor. "I just don't want to be friends with you."
I look back up at him and he looks hurt. "Because I'm friends with them, or because you just don't like me?"
I shake my head. "I just...I can't right now."
He steps forward and grabs my shoulders. He forces me to look at him. "I told you before that it bothers me when someone doesn't like me. Why don't you like me?"
"You just want everyone to like you so that you can be more popular. You like the attention," I blurt out, not really meaning what I'm saying.
"No," he yells. "Yeonjun! That's not it at all."
I bite my lip. "Then what is it? Why do want everyone to love you? Why are you so adamant about being my friend?"
He looks at me, searching my eyes for something that I don't know.
I shake my head. "Just go back to your friends, Soobin," I start to turn around, but he catches me.
He grabs my arm and starts to tug me in the opposite direction.
"Hey, wait!" I groan. "Where the hell are you taking me?"
"Just be quiet," he hisses. "You're drawing attention to yourself."
He drags me down a couple hallways until we get to a door. We stop and he twists the doorknob.
I look around and inwardly groan. We're so far away from my first class. It's gonna take me extra time to get there today.
He suddenly tugs me into the room and closes the door behind us. That's when I realize where we are.
A closet.
We're in a closet.
My eyes widen and I look at Soobin. It's dark, but not to the point where I can't see his eyes.
Wow, he towers over me now that I'm paying attention.
I swallow thickly and turn away from him, trying to reach for the doorknob to escape.
He grabs my hand and pulls me back around. He pins my hands above me against the wall behind me.
"You keep wondering why I want to be friends with you, why I'm so fond of you."
My breathing has increased substantially at this point.
I struggle, trying to get out of his grip. "Soobin," my voice comes out shaky. "Let me go."
"Not until you understand."
"Soobin," I say his name a bit more desperately this time. "Please, let me go."
He steps closer to me. I watch as his eyes flutter down, then back up at my eyes. He lets go of my hands, letting them drop to my sides, but he doesn't back away. Instead, he steps even closer to me, our noses brushing together.
My heart is beating so fast. Why is it beating so fast? Jesus.
He reaches up and lets his hand cup my face. He runs his thumb across my cheek, then up to my nose.
I let out a loud breath as his finger brushes my lips.
"I like you," he whispers.
I look up at him and his eyes are on mine, digging deep into my soul.
"You what?"
"I like you," he repeats. "Not as a friend. As more than that. As soon as you walked into this school, you caught my eye like no one else did. Yeah, I'm friends with everyone, but I came up to you, not because I wanted to make another friend, but because my heart wanted me to. I've had a crush on you for a while now and being your friend is just another reason to allow me to be around you."
His words make my breath catch in the back of my throat. "You...have a crush on me?"
He nods.
"You like me?"
He nods again.
"Why?"
He doesn't hesitate to answer. "Because you're beautiful and mysterious and your smile can light up a whole room. You're patient even when you can't understand a lick of what someone is saying," he laughs and I feel his breath hit me delicately in the face. "You're shy, but confident as well. I don't even know how you make that work. You love your Noona even though you won't admit it sometimes. You're humble. You don't let the haters get to you. And you're exactly my type."
"That's...a lot of reasons to like me," I answer.
He laughs and then hums in approval.
"I didn't know you even liked boys."
"Me neither," he mumbles. "Until you."
I feel his face getting even closer to mine, but his lips never reach mine.
My heart can't take this teasing. He's so close. What is happening right now?
"The bell is gonna ring soon," I mutter.
He shakes his head. "I don't care."
That's when he closes the gap between us and lets his lips crash against mine. My body melts into his and I slowly reach my hands up to sling around his neck. I hum against his lips, liking the way they feel against mine.
Our lips part and the kiss deepens. His fingers drag through my hair, tugging on it. A groan escapes my lips.
I pull away, breathing hard. "We should...probably go to class."
He nods.
I reach for the doorknob.
"Do you wanna come over after school today?" He suddenly asks.
"Kinda like a date?" I smile.
"Yeah, kinda like a date."
I bite my lip to keep my smile from taking over my whole face. "Okay."
And I walk out of the closet, heart racing.
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There will be zero smut with these boys
I repeat
I will not write smut with the txt boys because they are my age and even younger in this story and I feel weird about it
But kissing is alright. Right?
Hehe
~JJ