There seems to be a strong lively spirit around the table when I arrive during break time. Namjoon and Jin are laughing there heads out. Choa and Sowon are rolling dices in their hands giggling at whatever's going on.

"Ya!Ya! okay one more game! One more game!" V yells out.

"No." Yoongi deadpans.

"C'mon hyung just one! One more time." Jungkook pleads with his hands together. "Just one."

Seolhyun rolls her head back in laughter just as Jimin bites his lip. Jimin and her are sitting quite close. She tangles her fingers on his hair and he just let's her, not caring if she's ruining his lightly freezy hair. His mouth frames around his red apple as he takes a bite.

I quietly sit down next to Namjoon, the only seat available, next to J-hope.

His mouth turns into a huge grin and he hugs me from the side. Its either today he's not in my head or he's there but just observing.

"Yoona~" His Hoseok voice echoing throughout the whole cafeteria. I've gotten used  to the stares and the school and it hasn't been a week yet.

"If he's not being weird, he's loud," Namjoon quietly pips next to me. I nod giving into J-hope's clingy hug. Yoongi pushes J-hope away from me, patting his back.

"Suga let's do it." Namjoon says fixing his glasses with a big smile on his face. "But this time let's be in one group." He rises his index finger. V and Jungkook immediately agree and start arguing.

"Ahh no that game's too easy." V says to Jungkook.

"Let's play-"

"Why don't we let Yoona choose?" Yoongi suddenly says looking at me with calm eyes. I'm still quiet afraid of Yoongi and his haughtiness, he's scary. Even though now he seems chilled I'm still creeped. He has that face that makes baby pandas turn wild. Choa looks at Yoongi and she seems mad.

But then again when isn't she mad?

"What do you mean game?" I ask still confused.

"Like game game," Hoseok answers next to me. "Indigenous of course,"

"Any game?" I ask and Yoongi nods his head. I put my hand to my chin thinking. It has to be a fun game.

"Saito-san game!" I clap. V brights up an stands up.

"Ah! Let's go with the rhythm ~" he sings. "Saito-san"

"Saito three." Namjoon claps as a beat.

"Yes, yes that's right." I laugh a bit. "I'm sure everyone knows how to do this without explanation but anyway, you call the persons name along with a number." I explain the game.

"That's a good game, but instead of saying 'I'm Saito-san' we can say 'We're Boudan'!" Jin says holding out two fingers.

"Boudan," Namjoon tests it.

"We're Boudan~." Jin and Yoongi sing together with two fingers.

"Who is Boudan?" I ask.

"Oh Boudan is Japanese for Bangtan. Bangtan is our groups name, we formed it since -"

"No one asked for the history!" Choa laughs. "Look at poor Joonie talking to a girl," Choa continues evilly.

"Can you shut up." Yoongi says to Choa giving her cold eyes. She huffs and looks away.

Namjoon clears his throat regaining his confidence. "So we'll say a persons name and number, when all that goes well we say 'Boudan. We're Boudan~" he sings. He's defiantly become more lively and calm with me. 

J-hope claps his hands, "Okay okay we've established the game now who's playing?" V and Jungkook eagerly raise their hands along with all the other boys except Jimin, who's now leaning over Seolhyun's ear while she giggles. Yoongi clears his throat sensing the heated sensation between them.

"Jimin." Yoongi calls. Thank goodness he stops them. "Are you playing?" Jimin nods.

"Yoona will be MC," Yoongi says shocking me.

"Geez Suga why are you placing all your trust on her?" Choa snickers.

"Because she's not like you." Yoongi says smugly. Surprisingly, Jimin laughs gaining glares from Choa.

"Choa." Seolhyun glares back at her.

"Why don't you guys practice? Let's see how it goes," I clear the mini tension that started to form.

They all nod and start singing. What's up with them and singing?

"Let's go with the rhythm ~"

"Suga ni(two)" Namjoon starts looking over at Yoongi. Clap clap.

"Suga Suga. Hope San (three)" clap clap

"HOPE HOPE HOPE" J-hope yells causing me to jump since I'm next to his loud voice. "Jin ni(two)" clap clap.

"Jin Jin. Jimin twoe" we all look at him, Sowon laughing.

"No engrish!" Sowon yells.

"Yeah no English" Namjoon says fluently in English.

"English is a no no," V says in a deep voice.

"That was a good practice. Let's start for reals, oh yes everyone's name has to be called out. You can't skip anyone." I say. They nod

(M/N: skipped the game part~ you can go check it out though. Its very funny)

"Boudan!" All the boys exclaim in happiness finishing the game. Just in time the bell rings.

"Ah its already over?" V sadly asks.

"Yah but we can play aga-"

"No," Yoongi says getting up and walking away.

"Ah Suga-hyung come on,"

"I'm not off," Yoongi replies. I hide my little laugh. Savage.

J-hope holds his hand out to me and I lightly take it, feeling small heat on my hand.

I slowly stand picking up my bag on the floor. My eyes meet with his soft dark eyes.

Jimin has been looking at me. Some totally out of the blue and other times our eyes would just brush.

"Let's go," J-hope walks me to my class making light conversation before we part.

•

The last bell of the day rings. Unfortunately the school finished early today, at two. I have to wait till three for my driver. I shut my locker and walk down the stairs passing by the students who either are going home to self study or remaining behind for the after school activities or extra classes.

I enter the library bowing to the old lady librarian.

"May I study here?" I politely ask.

She smiles at me, missing a few teeth at the sides before replaying. "Sure dear, don't forget the library will close at four okay." I nod my head bowing once again.

The library looks and feels modern with the old fashioned colours. The floors are polished and the shelves are high. I'm in awe of all the books making a note to myself that I'll have to come here more often and take out some books.

Finding the study section I enter in one centre and set my things down at the long wooden brown table, sitting down on the joint in chair. I sigh at the amount of work I have to do. They're all just looking at me, as if daring me to touch them. Moments like this I feel like procrastinating but the sooner I do it the less I have to worry.

•

'Find references of John Kotter proving he was the cultivated author of the Lovaco sery'

I stand up from my seat and walk to the shelves looking for the segment on business books. I finally find the section and begin to browse through the books. My fingers graze lightly over each spin reading the names of different cultivated authors, specifically John Kotter.

I browse through the titles when I come to a gap in the books, head tinted upwards arms stretching up taking a book from the shelf is non other than Park Jimin.

His eyes fall on mine and go back to reading the book he had just took out. Rude.

"John Kotter? he asks.

It takes a moment for me to realise he's talking to me.

"Uh yeah, that guy," he glances my way through the gap and motions with his head for me to come to his side. "That side is full of Kurt Lewin's theories and his aesthetic crestings," he says picking up another book. "The real stuff is here," He says.

"You mean John Kotter?" I ask walking around the shelf making my way to him.

"Uh yeah, that guy," He mimics my voice from earlier. "And some other great cultivated authors," a small smile forms on his lips making me just shake my head.

He hands me a book 'John Kotter's book of Change'. I smile at the title paging to the index page. Exactly what I was looking for.

It's quiet. A peaceful silence considering were both being grasped by the attention of the books. Besides that, there's hardly a soul around this library except for the old librarian lady, Jimin and I.

I join Jimin on the shelf searching for more books. He hands me some of the books he finds, which in all honesty are much better then the ones I've been picking. The books being weighed on my skinny arms.

"I think this is all I'll go through," I say balancing the last book at the top of the mountain on my hand.

He notices the load on my arms and takes some books lifting the load. "Let me help with that,"

"Thanks," I mutter and stare at his hands.

"Lead the way," he says softy noticing me gazing at him. I turn on my heels walking to where all my stuff are. I'm happy when I still find my books and my bag. Jimin did warn me about leaving my stuff around the school for no reason.

"Wow." He gasps behind me. "I misjudged you," he voices out impressed.

"Misjudged me? How?" I ask confused. His face, a combination of disbelief and quirk. I can't believe he just judged me and still has the nerve to say it out loud.

He sets the books down sliding my opened business book towards him. He has some sort of teasing smile on his face.

"This is wrong," he points to one of my answers. "Your hand writing is so.." He looks up facing me. "Dizzy. Just like you." I gap my mouth open frowning.

"Dizzy? I'm sorry but did you just judge me again?" He smirks looking down.

"A couple of times really, but yes I did." I blink my eyes not knowing what to say. "This is right but, you should define it more. It's so dry and trust me when I say, Mr Jae likes essay type of answers." My mouth closes and I put the books down, standing next to him. My heart pounds faster by how close I am. I gulp leaning forward.

"Here," he whispers. He points to my mistake with his small finger, I twist my head at the slight irritation coming up. Is he trying to show his intelligence or -

"Well since I'm 'wrong' you wouldn't mind helping me right?" The words come out before they could even be processed. At least it didn't sound like I was flirting. "I mean like, with my homework and-"

"I can help but there's not much to help. You're quite smart. That's where I judged you wrong." He says looking at me. "I thought you were just another beautiful pretty face with no brain. Clearly I was wrong."

Was that a compliment? Was that flirting? Did he just say I have a beautifully pretty face? Wait, is this even real?

•

Moments later we're both sitting next to each other, respectable distance, answering questions. He really is helpful, I thought he would be full on high bragging about how smart he is.

He runs his small fingers through his hair messing it. He would do that time to time, I'm guessing it's his habit (dah, what else would it be). I quickly turn my head to my book before he catches me staring. Why am I even staring at him?

"They give us so many sources we don't even know where to start," he brushes through his hair again sighing.

So far we've managed to complete some essays and some worksheets but that still hasn't compressed the work.

"I agree." I nod leaning back on my chair.

He smiles his mochi smile (mischievous smile, as I refined) taking out his blazer hanging it on his chair. "Shall we take 5?"

I huff, "More like an hour," He looks at me through his small eyes, still with his mochi smile.

"Since we're taking a break, let's talk," He says and I smile along leaning on the table.

"About what?" I ask shrugging my shoulders.

"You,"

Suddenly my body stirs sitting straight up confused by his bluntness.

"Me?" I ask.

"Yeah you, Dizzy." He jokes.

"Like what exactly?" I play it cool shrugging my shoulders.

"Well let's start with you transferring here,"

"I guess I just wanted to be normal again and attend school like a normal girl would instead of being homeschooled. So I begged my dad and now I'm here," I explain. He seems uninvolved as he starts looking at the wall. 

"Normal?" He finally speaks returning to his former mochi behavior.

I nod waiting for him.

"You're far from normal," He says almost in a whisper shifting his chair closer. His playful behavior vanishing replaced by an unknown look.

"In what sense?" I slowly move back.

He notices and moves in closer, he just looks at me his eyes moving to every inch of my face. I hold in my breath as I watch him. "Something about you... that's just different. Not normal but different,"

The look in his eyes changes and I feel hypnotized by his brown eyes.

Suddenly the atmosphere around us changes and it's serious. He leans forward getting dangerously close to me. What is he doing? His eyes staring intensely into my soul. My lips part and I quickly slip out my chair avoiding eye contact with him.

"I have to go, my driver will be here any second," I say grabbing my bag.

"Wait!" He exclaims almost too loudly. I gulp and face him.

He stands up walking over to me. His eyes once again go over my features, his hand slowly rises to my face.

Our eyes meet- wait did he just look at my lips. His warm knuckles glide down my skin. I breathe out a shaky breath just as his thumb goes over my bottom lip, pressing lightly leaving it to bounce back up.

My hearts thuds but I can't stop it, because it feels soo....right.

We stay in that position for a while, his eyes on me and I on him. What's going on? It's like he's reading my soul. If I stare a little bit longer in his eyes I see that they change-

"Jimin."

And like the wind he gets away from me, reality snapping back to him. His back now facing me as he leans forward on the table.

"I'm sorry. I -" he cuts himself short not having a valid explanation. Well who would I don't even know what happened!

He turns around not making eye contact. He hands me my book, which I completely forgot about.

•

Dropping and spreading on my bed I look up the ceiling. Thinking.

Even just thinking about it has my heart rapidly beating. What happened in the library was just... weirdly unexplainable.

His fingers just grazed over my face and it was like another side of me came out. Besides being nervous, I felt light. Especially with the way he was looking at me. His eyes were reading me, I felt my energy being drawn closer to the edge. He was definitely re-

I can't focus on this right now. I've got homework to complete. I search for my bag on the floor heading to the table and bringing out the first book that captures my attention. Business. I rush to where we stopped working. My stomach tingles at the pages he touched. Its as if I can still feel his fingers on my book.

I can't think of him anymore,  Hoseok will get mad if he finds out I'm thinking about Jimin in this way. Wait...what way?

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How do you think this will all end out? Between Yoona and Jimin?