pair: highschool!jimin x you

My laugh from talking with my friends dies when I catch a sight of Jimin passing my class with three boxes in his arms. I take pity on him when I see that his face twists in exhaustion lifting three boxes. I excuse myself from my friends and run after Jimin, calling him.

Jimin drops the boxes follows by a grunt of relief upon hearing me. He smiles at me as greeting, “Hey, sweetie.”

I eye at the boxes and kick it lightly, noticing that they are heavy; no wonder he’s having a hard time. “Where are you going to?”

“The teachers’ office. Taehyung should be helping me with these but I don’t where that kid runs to,” he ruffles his own hair in annoyance, cheeks puffing. He’s about to crouch down and lift all the boxes again but then, I steal one box from him. He’s confounded at my actions, “Hey, give it back.”

I shrug my shoulders as if ‘no biggie’, “I’ll give you a hand.”

He rolls his eyes at me, “I can’t let a girl do that. It’s heavy.”

I scoff at his words because he sounds ist but I know he doesn’t mean it that way, “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look,” I reply, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

He cracks into laughter as he finds me funny and finally shut up, letting me help him. We walk side by side in silence to the teachers’ office. I glance to his side, smiling discretely when he doesn’t look like he’s about to collapse like he does five minutes ago.

“Hey,” I