Haunted By The Secrets [Vmin Au]

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"Let's welcome our new student" Ms. Roohyang shouted, then she gestured for Jimin to come inside, "Introduced yourself," She said.

Jimin nervously waved his hand and flashed his alluring smile making his small doe eyes disappear, "My name is Park Jimin...I'm newly transferred here... Hope we'll get along" He said softly in one breath, heartbeat still loud like a drum beat.

The students seemed curious about the him. Some exchanged glances, while others whispered to each other.

One girl sitting in the front row smiled warmly and waved back at Jimin. "Welcome, Jimin..." she called out cheerfully.

A few others nodded in acknowledgment, and a group of three boys in the back chuckled softly at his nervousness.

One of them grabbed the pencil and motioned his hand horizontally around his neck, his devilish gaze fixed on Jimin, and then the trio suppressed their mockery laugh.

Jimin realized that he should avoid those guys at any possibility since they looked muscular and athletic with tall height and a strong malicious aura.

"Jimin go and have seated" Ms. Roohyang suggested, "The third last one from the second row," She said slowly.

Following Ms. Roohyang's guidance, Jimin made his way towards the second row, to the third last seat. Hesitantly, he reached the desk and
settled into the chair, earning his fellow student's attention who seemed lost in his weird-looking sketches.

"Oh, Taehyung" Jimin thought as he glanced at the handsome curious face.

Taehyung furrowed his brows, "Who the fuck are you, and why you dared to sit here?" He asked in a threatening tone.

"Didn't you hear... I introduced myself and our homeroom teacher asked me to sit here" Jimin replied in a sharp tone.

"Still grab yourself another seat," Taehyung said rudely.

"But there is no other empty seat" Jimin answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders, he settled on the desk.

Disappointment etched across Taehyung's face as he glanced at Jimin. Annoyingly Taehyung glanced at his surroundings, . Realizing that there was no empty seats available in the class.

"Let's start our lesson," Ms. Roohyang announced loudly, her voice cutting through the chatter of the classroom. Deliberately she wrote the word "tenses" on the board.

Jimin grabbed his pen and notebook and waited. His eyes suddenly shifted to Taehyung's sketchbook, "What is it? Do you know how to draw? Show me" Excitedly Jimin leaned over the desk and peered into Taehyung's sketchbook.

Taehyung glaring at him shut the book closed, "Stop being so nosy and shut your mouth" He threatened, his voice merely above a whisper.

"I wasn't trying to be nosy," Jimin protested in a pout and eyes widened. With a sigh, he pulled himself back in his seat, shifting his focus, he returned to the book in front of him and noted down the notes.

"Why have I got such a rude partner" Jimin muttered, tilting his neck slightly.

Taehyung continued to lean over his desk, engrossed in his sketching again, Jimin tried to focus on the class.

One of the boys sitting in the backseat threw a paper ball on his head, Jimin turned back to look at him but the guy entrusted a mockery smile again.

"Junseok don't be ridiculous or he would cry," The other one said and then busted out in a laugh.

Jimin helplessly turned his gaze back towards Ms. Roohyang as she cleared her throat and asked the students to focus on the board. However, he couldn't avoid the awkward glances and whispers from his classmates.

Feeling curious and slightly uneasy, Jimin gently tapped Taehyung's back with his finger, hoping to get his attention without upsetting him.

Taehyung exhaled a cold breath, looking annoyed as he rose his head languidly from the desk and glared at Jimin, "What now?" He asked gritting his teeth.

"Do I look okay?" Asked Jimin in a breathy voice, "I mean... Students are looking at me and they're talking about something but I don't know why?"

Taehyung squeezed his eyes, "If you open your mouth again, I will kill you" He warned, shifting his gaze to the students, he entrusted them a silent thread.

Suddenly all the students turned their faces back, no whispering and no awkward glances.

"Woah... They're afraid of you more than the teacher" Jimin said, his small doe eyes widened in bewilderment. But as Taehyung glared at him, he quickly put the finger into his lips.

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Finally, the bell chimed, and students eagerly made their way out of the classroom. Mr. Han, the history teacher, left the class as well while yawning lazily.

Jimin gathered his school supplies scattered on the desk and stuffed them in his backpack, "Aren't you leaving for a lunch break?" He asked gazing at Taehyung still lost in his sketchbook, giving his sketches some finishing touch.

Jimin now got a small glimpse of Taehyung's drawing, he drew a demon with big, piercing eyes, like two glowing moons in the darkness. Its hand gripped a wickedly sharp object.

"What's that? It's really scary," Jimin said, his lips forming a pout as he widened his eyes in surprise. He glanced at the sketch on the table, then shifted his gaze to Taehyung, seeking an explanation.

Taehyung felt the pang of anger, his jaw clenching tightly as frustration etched across his face. With a forceful motion, he slammed the book shut, and thudded his hand against the desk.

"What's your deal?" Taehyung yelled, his voice laced with irritation as he rose from his seat.

Jimin jolted, startled by the unexpected reaction of Taehyung . His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, "I...I...just wanted to know," fear visible on his face as he stammered.

Taehyung angrily gripped Jimin's collar, with a swift movement, he turned Jimin towards the wall and shoved him back, the impact jolting through his body as Jimin collided with the wall, "Aahh" releasing a soft groan, Jimin squeezed his eyes.

"This is it," Taehyung growled without caring that he hurt Jimin's back, his tone threatening. "If I hear you speak again, I swear I'll end you."

Jimin, not being able to assume the reason for Taehyung's anger, nodded his head in acknowledgment, his eyes still shut, heart pounding loudly, "I... I'm sorry" he apologized.

Taehyung exhaled a cold breath,
Unwillingly he saw a familiar scars on Jimin's exposed chest the skin around them bulging out, slightly reddened in shade, it seemed like someone's has assault him.

Taehyung softened his expression, suddenly reminded of his late brother. He loosened his grip, and stepped away.

Jimin watched him leaving the classroom, not being able to speak anything.

~Rimin