"Hey Shin!" A feminine voice yells.

Jimin and I pause, hand in hand, just outside the school gate. I turn around in time to spy one of our classmates, Lee Yun Hee, rushing towards us frantically. Jimin grows stiff as a board beside me, and I am immediately curious as to why.

"Can't we just go?" He whines, pulling at my hand impatiently.

But I dig in, refusing to budge. Ordinarily I'd not have any problems ignoring my classmates, but Jimin's reaction has me curious. Oh, I've just gotta know.

"What?" I whisper to him quietly. "Do you like her or something?

I try to ignore the jealousy that begins to churn in my gut, but it's a thing easier said than done.

"Olivia!" He exclaims angrily.

There is no tell-tale blush, no reaction to indicate that I hit the nail on the head, but nevertheless it's too late to run away now. I can't deny that a part of me is pleased that he doesn't want to speak to her, but I quash that feeling. Just because he doesn't want to speak with her doesn't mean that Jimin is any more interested in me.

She's caught up to us, her pretty, delicate features lit up with exhilaration at having caught us. She tucks her long, pin straight, and nearly charcoal colored hair behind her ears with acrylic tipped fingers.

"I was hoping I could talk to you, " she chirps sweetly. "Alone, of course. It'll only take a second."

Jimin sighs in exaggerated relief, and then, releasing my hand, he tells me, "I'll wait for you over there."

He points at the bench, some five feet away from us, and I nod.

"What's this about?" I ask, recoiling as she attempts to take my hand in order to guide me closer to the gate and away from Jimin.

I don't know this girl, and I certainly don't appreciate being touched so casually by someone I've never even talked to. She's never lent her voice to those who bully me, at least, not even in primary school. Even so, I have no intention of becoming friends, so I hope that's not what this is about.

"Well, you see, " she mumbles softly, shyly, clearly having noticed the way I'd pulled away from her. "I was hoping that you'd talk to Jimin on my behalf."

She blushes a little, eyes downcast as she continues to speak. I can feel my mouth as it sets itself into a frown.

"I've tried to talk to him a few times, but he always flees."

I chuckle a bit, and then slam my hand to my mouth in horror. Her head whips up, eyes searching mine diligently. And for a faint moment, I almost believe I see something else behind her gaze, something not so shy and helpless at all. To be honest, I really didn't mean to laugh at her, it's just too funny that she thinks I can help her. That, and I can't deny I am relieved that Jimin isn't giving her the time of day.

"I'm sorry, " I tell her, "but I don't think I can help you. Believe it or not, Jimin rarely does as I ask him to."

"Oh, " she sighs, clearly crestfallen. "Is it really that way? Or is it because the two of you are already a couple?"

I blush profusely, hoping that she doesn't see straight through me. I am quick to deny her.

"No way, " I retort incredulously, maybe too incredulously. "Jimin and I are more like brother and sister."

She obviously doesn't believe me.

Her brow furrows, and she opens her mouth to speak, but ultimately is interrupted by Jimin.

"We have to go, " he inserts, forcing his way into the conversation as he grabs my hand, engineering our escape.

He doesn't even wait for her to answer before he begins dragging me away.

"Why does she bother you so much?" I inquire, attempting to free my hand from his. "I've never seen you so anxious to flee from someone."

Jimin groans.

"She's obsessive, " he answers uncomfortably. "I didn't know that, and might have flirted just a little..."

I stop, heart sinking as I dig my heels in so that Jimin will stop as well.

"Okay, " he admits, "It may have escalated just a tad farther than flirting."

"Jimin!" I exclaim.

"Don't Jimin me!" He screeches, and I finally wrench my hand free just in time to cover my ears.

"Ouch," I deadpan, frowning slightly.

"It's not like you're a virgin or anything," he retorts, still fuming about my judgmental attitude. "So you can get off that high horse any minute now."

I clear my throat awkwardly, turning around and choosing to walk forward without Jimin, who's eyes go wide at how rigidly I walk away.

"Oh my God!" He exclaims, "are you serious?"

He catches up to me easily, despite the fact that I am straight up hustling now. I know that Jimin has already figured out what I didn't even have to say, he's great at reading my body language like that. And I really don't want to have this conversation, not now, and preferably not ever. Especially, not with Jimin.

"You've never had sex?"

A few passerby's giggle at Jimin's rather obnoxiously loud question, and I curse lowly.

"Damnit Jimin," I announce angrily. "Shout it to the whole world why don't you?"

"Alright!" He smugly complies, "Olivia Shin is a-"

I clamp my hand down upon his mouth, relieved when the rest of his sentence is reduced to nothing more than incoherent mumbles.

"Ermph!" He shouts indignantly, mouth still covered by my hands.

"I swear to God Jimin, when I remove these hands of mine, you had best be quiet," I threaten.

Jimin takes one look at my face, and realizes just how serious I am.

He huffs annoyingly as I remove my hands, "you were the one who told me to shout it for the world to hear."

"That was sarcasm you ass-hat," I retort.

"Well how was I supposed to know that?"

I turn around with an expression in my face that screams 'are you fucking serious?', only to find Jimin smirking smugly. But beneath that cocky demeanor is something that I can't quite comprehend. Like a mix of relief and pleased, or at least something similar. But why? Although, I'm probably just imagining things, seeing what I want to so to speak.

Rolling my eyes, I turn around once more and forge ahead, followed closely by Jimin. Not that I'm keeping track of him at this point. I'm far too busy curiously pondering just what else it was residing in that gaze of his, and why it was there in the first place.