Taehyung and Seokjin knew each other for less than six hours back when they were barely jut six years old.
When one leaves with a promise of coming back, will he be able to keep it?
Considering how they both never came around to exchange their names...
Taehyung went inside his dorm just as Jimin came out of his room. His face fresh but he still hadn't changed his outfit.
Taehyung frowned as he closed the door shut and pointed at Jimin's leather jacket "Isn't that uncomfortable?"
Jimin sighed "We are going out for lunch remember? I would rather bear this than change my outfit twice"
Taehyung nodded, his lower lip jutting out and gave him a thumbs-up "Understandable"
Jimin closed his eyes and nodded matching Taehyung's antics.
Two seconds passed and Jimin broke the silence by laughing out loud.
Taehyung just chuckled.
"So...?" Jimin prompted once he stopped laughing.
Taehyung tilted his head "So... What?"
"What's with Jin and you?"
Taehyung frowned trying to hide his worry "What what's with him and me?"
Jimin rolled his eyes.
'What if your eyes unscrew?'
'Stop stop' Taehyung scolded himself
"If I remember correctly just a few days ago you guys were at each other's throats and now you even volunteered to give him back his book. Surprising isn't it?"
Taehyung made a strangled sound at the back of his throat and failed miserably at hiding it.
Jimin raised his eyebrows.
"Look you are my best friend. I am willing to make small compromises to help you. Also...."
"Don't throw that best friend shit at me Tae. And you were about to continue please do."
Taehyung gulped "Also.... I realised that we, me and Seokjin were a bit.....childish"
Jimin cut him "You mean immature? Because I am pretty sure there small children out there who could have handled it better than you guys."
Taehyung rolled his eyes "Whatever. But yea. I have decided to leave it behind and be proper."
"And start over with Seokjin?" Jimin added.
Taehyung frowned "Who said anything about starting over? I will not fight. That's it"
Jimin sighed in defeat "You are such an ass. Atleast you won't be fighting. That's a start"
"I am not an ass. Also yea I will not fight."
"Nice" Jimin said.
"Nice" Taehyung parroted.
A pregnant pause.
"Do you want to watch a movie? Before we go for lunch. We have some time to kill"
"Good idea. But I get to choose"
"Oh man. You have horrible taste in movies. Let me do it"
"Rude"
"Whatever"
"Please do the honours your highness. You act as if you have any taste"
"Hmpf"
(I'll leave it to you to imagine who said what. Totally upto your imagination)
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. . .
"What is happening to me?"
Jin stared at the ceiling. Recollecting everything that happened since the arrival of Taehyung.
His introduction. The English debate class. The change in the campus list. And then their arguments......
They were intense arguments over the most childish matters. Or so Seokjin thought. Because he couldn't remember any of the reasons. None of them.
All he remembered were gazing into Taehyung's eyes, or how witty both of their comebacks were.
'Then remember Seokjin. I'll be the demon who will drag the angel down to hell along with me'
Man when Taehyung had said that he was too busy looking in his eyes to feel anything. But the after effects were admirable.
Whenever he remembered the incident, Taehyung's voice rang in his ears. His deep deadass voice. An underlying growl while his feline eyes glared back at him.
It sent chills down his spine everytime he remembered it.
Speaking of looking into his eyes, he also couldn't forget their proximity during their arguments. No matter what it was they would pulled towards each other.
This led him to remember what happened in the corridor that very morning.
Taehyung had come close. But the thing was..... Taehyung had been way more closer to him than today. But today it had felt different.
Not to mention his hands on his cheeks. Squishing them.
His stomach was left in knots. Taehyung's hands were cold against his skin. It felt..... Different...... Than usual.
Seokjin got up and went to the bathroom. Maybe washing his face will help clear his thoughts.
Even if it did, he could only convince his mind and himself and people around him but deep inside and in his heart he knew. He knew what his feelings were.
Afterall it is our heart that know everything and it is our heart that knows exactly what it wants.
We just have to take a moment and understand it.
But Seokjin wasn't ready for this. His mind refused to accept it thinking that it will just pass.
But little did Seokjin know that he was already in the first stage. Already too late to back out.
