Y/N's POV

"Here you are," a cold can of coffee was placed on my table making me look up, and Jimin was smiling down at me before he moved and took the seat by my side.

The whole class were early, waiting for the next class to begin since the lecture before this got cancelled, thus in the inclined lecture hall where I was sitting in the middle row, a lot of ears could hear us quite clearly.

"Thanks," looking around, I did see a few of our classmates looking at our direction, before F/N took action of her own to answer their curiosities.

"Oh my. What's this? Since when, Y/N? You and Park Jimin?" She looked at me and Jimin with wide eyes without even trying to be discreet, and I scoffed before I heard Jimin's chuckle as well.

"I'm not the one, I'm just a delivery boy. The sender is still at the door," he pointed to the door making all living organisms in the room turned towards that direction, and there he was, standing tall by the door frame.

My housemate.

One of the very few who dared to use Park Jimin as a delivery boy in this entire school.

Waving excitedly towards me while holding another can of the same coffee in his hand, sound of whispers violently increased throughout the whole class when Taehyung walked in.

His long legs brought him to our location in less than fifteen steps, and I was just glad that the lecture won't be starting in at least another five more minutes.

He then proceeded pushing Jimin away and stole his friend's seat without guilt, and placed the coffee he bought on my table.

"I know one is not enough for you, so I bought another," he smiled innocent, and I bit my inner cheeks feeling them heating up a bit at the attention I was getting.

"I did not expect you to be this forward when I was told you're going to pursue Y/N," Jimin commented the exact thought that I was going to say right out of my mouth, and Taehyung only replied when he had confirmed that I was also waiting for the answer.

"Wait, what? I didn't know about this?" F/N chirped in, making me turn my body to face her, and I felt Taehyung closing in from behind before I felt his chest on my back.

"This is why. See, even your friend didn't know that I was trying to get you to fall for me. It's been a week, Y/N" his voice was right by my ear when I felt one of his arms circled around my waist gently, and I was thankful that no one could really see what he's doing since it was hidden under the table.

Except for F/N.

She saw and heard everything clearly.

"The fu - you said he's just a housemate," she widened her eyes at me while pointing her finger at Taehyung, and the boy took the chance to spill more tea to her.

"That is true, until I come clean to her last week. I told her I like her but as you can see, I'm still trying"

"Doesn't that mean she rejected you already?" F/N blunt comment earned a loud laugh from Jimin making most of the classmates awed at his beauty, except for the one that was hugging me at the moment.

His hug got even tighter when he realized that I also reacted at how pretty Jimin looked when he was laughing.

And the next second after that, I was panicking when he started pulling me up, probably to make me sit on his lap and prevented my vision from looking at his friend.

"Are you crazy? People's watching!" Whispering urgently as I tried to remove his hands off my body before he actually managed to actually pulled me onto his lap, I looked up to see him staring down at me with a dangerous gaze that kind of say 'I dare you to stare at Jimin', and I shut up instantly.

"I'll stop looking at our pretty Jimin, so please don't pull me to sit on you," opting to beg since I knew I'd lost the fight even more using solely on strength, Taehyung's jaw clenched when I said pretty and Jimin in one sentence.

But that's the truth.

Although he probably wanted me to only think that he was the only one pretty to me, he can't say that Jimin's not pretty.

Jimin's just as pretty.

Very pretty.

I can't deny that fact.

And after holding stare with him for a few more seconds, he finally stopped putting strength in his hold, and let me sit properly on my own.

His hand stayed resting behind me though, and I had to bear the awkwardness for the rest of the class, because this boy didn't leave his seat even when the lecturer walked in.