Ch. 1

I lightly kick the pebble on the sidewalk, trying to distract myself from the entire disaster the school day had been. I'm about to kick it again until it skids out further than I expected into the street causing a pout to form on my lips. There goes my source of entertainment. I sigh quietly, glancing up to see a basket court in the distance with a figure. They dribble the ball steadily before shooting it into the hoop, succeeding to make the shot. They look pretty good at the game.

I move closer towards the court, staying towards the entrance of the court. Now seeing that the figure was the quiet boy from my classes. He always sits in the very back, keeping to himself and somehow managing to convince the teacher to not pair him up with anybody for projects. I always wonder why he chooses to work alone, when the teacher could pair him up so easily..

I couldn't say much about that though as I didn't say much either during class, only when necessary because the teacher calls on me unexpectedly. I always try my best to avoid as much interaction with people I don't know. I mean I wouldn't mind working with him, but then again I don't know him that well-

"What are you doing?" The boy questions, ball clutched to his side as my eyes widen. His body leaning against the fence surrounding the court. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Him staring right into my eyes as he raises an eyebrow impatiently, standing only a few feet away from me. Come on, say something you idiot!

"Is there something you want?" He rasps out, with slight irritation from no response. I feel my heart start racing against my chest, as he continues staring so intensely at me. His body towering over mine, making me feel incredibly small compared to him.

"N-No, I'm sorry!" I manage to say, before my feet start pounding down on the pavement of the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Not even glancing back as I run away from the situation.

Yoongi's POV

My eyes follow her figure until she rounds the nearby corner, not being able to keep them off her until she's gone. Why was she here anyways? She looks so familiar...she must go to my school, but why would she just stand there and watch me play?

I shake my head to try forgetting the questions lingering in my mind, taking the ball in my hand and dribbling against the pavement of the court. I go to shoot and groan loudly as the image of the girl flashes through my mind, causing me to miss the shot. The ball hitting the rim of the basket, bouncing off back towards me as I catch it firmly in my hands. Stop thinking about her and focus on practicing, idiot.

Your POV

After rounding the corner, I lay my back against the wall. Trying to gain back my loss of air, clutching my shirt as I take in a deep breath.

I can't believe I'm so stupid- I should've just glanced and left! Why the heck did I stay? I shouldn't have done that!

I sigh loudly as I rub my temple lightly in annoyance. Let's just hope he forgets that happened-

OMG I have to see him in school tomorrow...what if he tries talking to me? But then again, he never talks to anybody so maybe he won't even talk to me! Oh please- let that be true...

******

I clutch the handle of my bag tightly, my palm slightly sweaty against the strap. Hesitantly, I step foot into the classroom, glancing around before sighing in relief to not see him there yet. Taking my normal seat towards the back of the classroom. Only having the slightest bit more hope that I won't be called on by the teacher when sitting here.

Just like normal, I take out my notebook, pencil, and everything else I need for the class. I open my notebook, turn to the next free page and put the date. Glancing up to check the time to see class doesn't start for another 5 minutes. I pout slightly and begin looking around at the classroom's posters. From the puns to the motivational ones until my eyes land on the doorway, and sadly at that one moment Mr. Quiet strolls into the classroom.

Quickly, I turn my head in the other direction trying my best to hide my face from him. Keeping my head low as the teacher walks into the classroom and begins the lecture. With that, I focus on taking my notes as the teacher goes over the material needed to complete the assignment.

******

Finally, after 25 minutes of lecturing, she finishes and begins handing out the assignment, "You may choose to work with a partner on this assignment although it's not required."

I sigh quietly to myself, knowing I have no friends in this class and preparing to work by myself. Although, just as my pencil brushes against the paper to start writing I feel a tap on my shoulder. I glance up, my eyes widening as I'm met face to face with Mr. Quiet.

"Do you wanna work on this together?" He questions softly as I stare back at him blankly. He never works with anybody but himself on these things-

"Are you stuck on something?" I inquire back, thinking it's the only solution as to why he asked.

"No, I want to work with you on it," He retorts a little harshly similar to the tone he used yesterday. I open my mouth to say something, but once again, I'm left speechless. I lightly shrug and nod in response to his request. I'd feel rude if I declined, plus he is kinda cute- OMG stop thinking like that!

I shake my head a little, letting the thought leave my head as I begin to quietly work on assignment. Him pulling up a desk next to mine, connecting the edges of his desk with mine, making me shift away slightly to the opposite side of my desk. Did he really need to connect our desks?!?

I keep my eyes glued to the paper as he chuckles a little, causing me to look at him with raised eyebrows as to why he's laughing.

"Is something funny?" I question as he shakes his head, sighing.

"You know if we're partners, we have to do the work together," He states as my eyes widen a bit in realization, a little blush covering my cheeks for having not realized it sooner.

"Sorry, most people just make me do the work for them," I say quietly, although loud enough for him to hear.

He sighs loudly, "People don't understand what working together is because they're just lazy."

I couldn't help the small smile that forms on my lips at his statement, with him smiling back a bit in response.

"Let's just tell each other if we need help?" I ask timidly as he nods in response, a peaceful silence filling the air between us as we begin to work diligently.

******

I furrow my eyebrows, reading the question over and over again. It makes no sense!

"H-Hey umm," I start to say before realizing I still don't know his name.

"Hmm?" He responds, still looking at his paper.

"Did you understand question 5?" I inquire as he finally looks up from his own paper..

"You need help with it?" He questions back as I nod timidly.

"I'll help you if you tell me why you were watching me practice yesterday," He states, resting his head against his palm looking right into my eyes smirking slightly. I knew he didn't just want to work with me to work with me-

"Well?" He inquires further as I feel my palms begin to sweat, one hand nervously fiddling with the edge of my hoodie as the other grips my pencil tightly.

"Well," I start as he cocks his head to the side waiting for my response as I look the other way, "I was just walking by and noticed someone playing basketball. It just so happened to be you and ended up watching longer than I planned. I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to intrude!"

He chuckles slightly ruffling my hair causing a faint blush to cover my face, "You use substitution for that question."

"Thanks," I mumble out as my eyes are glued to the paper once again, not being able to hold any type of eye contact with this guy.

******

I pack up my stuff as quickly as my hands move, Mr. Quiet already having moved to the back once again after the class work was finished, luckily. And with my packed bag, I rush towards the exit. I head down the hall, getting as far away as I can from that class. What the heck just happened back there?!? He obviously just partnered with me to ask why I was there...

I sigh quietly, heading towards the lunchroom with lunch starting soon. He probably won't bother me anymore anyways since his question was answered. Especially since that's the most I've seen him talk since I started here...he probably won't do it again.