"Anneyong~ I'm Park Bogum, please take care of me~!"  

Third Person's Point of VIew

A sudden realization hit Taehyung, the model-like transfer student was staring right back at him. The other's deep, black orbs and that sweet dearing smile that made Taehyung drool unconsciously.

Bogum had to chuckle a bit at the pair of innocent puppy eyes that stared back at him. Like a model walking down the runway, Bogum elegantly walked over to Taehyung, acting like the rest of the class didn't exist.

Jimin, however, looked uneasy as the latter kept approaching him and his baby. 

"Hey, may I know your name?" Bogum politely asked the other.

"M-me?" Taehyung blushed in a deep red shade, as what he meant to say came out as a stutter and squeal.

"Yes, you" the other chuckled at Taehyung's shyness.

"K-Kim Taehyung... My n-name is T-Taehyung" he replied and kept his gaze on the ground. Everything was like the rest of the  class was non-existent.

Suddenly Bogum's gaze met Jimin's glare. With a threatening expression, Bogum said," May I sit here?" 

Gulping, Jimin kept his stance up and deepened his voice," This is mine." he said as he put his arm over Taehyung.

A shriek admitted from the rest of the class from how deep and intimidating Jimin's voice may become when he gets pissed off.

"You've left me with no choice," Bogum sighed and turn his softened gaze back at Taehyung.

Bogum extended hi