Stuck in my head

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But no matter how picturesque, how cinematic this particular moment of your life is, nothing can really soothe you after missing your flight, failing your final, and pretty much having the worst day of your entire life.

Just then, I hear footsteps echoing down the halls.

I assume that it must just be a professor leaving their office, or even maybe one of the hardworking security guards, but as you watch the glass walls to catch a glimpse of who's passing by, i realize that it's not a professor, or a security guard, or even a very large mouse scurrying across the floor.

"I thought I would be the last one in here," Kim Taehyung says when he spots you, stopping in his tracks with a canvas about half the size of him underneath his arm.

"So did I," I muse in response, not really wanting to turn around to save myself the trouble of talking to him.

He is kim taehyung , the most annoying guy here got a brain of artist but got a mouth of dog

Still, Kim Taehyung has always been one hell of an observant guy, so by the time he's stopped behind you, he's already peering into the reflection of the glass windows to look at who he's talking to.

"Dahyun?" He asks, walking up to me with his eyebrow raised. He comes over, standing next to you as you look at each other's reflections in the glass. "Never thought I'd see you in here."

"Me neither, to be honest," i say. Seeing as you aren't a visual studies major, i never really considered the art building to be a location of top priority. Until now, that is.

The last time i spoke to Kim Taehyung was the last day of your freshman year, when everybody was getting ready to move out, packing up their belongings and removing the fifteen thousand Command hooks stuck to their walls.me and him made eye contact as i placed the last of my boxes for the semester into those enormous Residential Services carts, glaring at each other from your adjacent rooms.

"First year flew by, didn't it?" Taehyung asks, smirk lacing his features.

"Thank God it's over," i tell him.

"Not gonna miss me, huh?" Taehyung winks, and it makes me want to throw a brick at him

"Miss you?" i ask with a scoff. With the final box finally out of your room, i can officially lock the door behind him, closing the chapter on your very first year at university. "Please. Nothing makes me happier than the fact that I don't have to live next to you anymore."

"Why are you still here?" Taehyung asks, tapping his fingers on the side of the canvas underneath his arm. "Thought you'd be off campus by now."

"I had a late final," i say, pretending that your life and every aspect of it is fine when it is, in fact, not fine at all. The best case scenario is that Taehyung accepts your bullshit answer for what it is and heads off to do whatever it is that he does, leaving you alone so you can wallow in pity and ponder the meaning of life. 

The worst case scenario is that Taehyung still stays.

And Taehyung has always been very good at picking the latter.

"Ah, sucks, for what class?" Taehyung asks. i can't tell if he's genuinely curious or just wants to interrupt your personal self-wallow time for as long as possible.

"Global Politics in the Twentieth Century," i tell him with a sigh. i don't want to have to hear, say, read, or write that name ever again.

"Oh, really? I took that class last semester," Taehyung says with an eyebrow raised, surprised. "I thought it was super interesting."

As if i needed any more proof that you and Kim Taehyung are exact opposites in every way. You are hardly surprised that Kim Taehyung enjoyed Global Politics in the Twentieth Century—not when the two of them have so much in common, like inconveniencing you, being annoying, and sort of always having it out for you. It's like they were meant to be together what will be the ship for them? Taehyung x global politics , Taehlitics ?? meh.