DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

52. 'Do it yourself'

"What do you mean you don't like rain?"

Hoseok slid his umbrella open, linking arms with Taehyung so that they'd both be covered as they walked up towards the school gates. "I thought everybody liked rain."

"Oh, that's not true at all," Taehyung claimed, earning a frown from Hoseok. "You know, if I wanted to get wet this morning, I would've just taken a shower in my clothes. There is literally water in my damn socks, Hobi. I can't deal with this shi--"

The two of them stopped dead in their tracks.

Taehyung felt a shiver go down his spine, his skin prickle with goosebumps. The tiny hairs on his arms stood straight up, and the urge to gag suddenly overwhelmed him.

Apparently, Jungkook and Jimin had decided to make the most of their rainy day, because the two of them currently had their tongues shoved down each other's throats as Jungkook fisted Jimin's mess of soaking wet hair. Even more disturbing were Jimin's hands all the way up Jungkook's white shirt, which was no longer tucked into his pants like it was supposed to be.

From the way Taehyung could view their entire abdomens in detail through their wet shirts, the two of them might as well have not been wearing any. Besides, they'd already done the honors of throwing their blazers to the ground along with their school bags.

Taehyung wanted to scream. The image seared into his eyes like acid, scarring him for all eternity. For gods sake, was there no PDA rule enforced at this school? Surely he wasn't the only one a little bothered by the fact that two of his classmates were standing right by the school gates, greeting their peers with horrendous sites like this.

Taehyung stepped out from underneath Hoseok's umbrella, taking one step forward before he felt his hand around his wrist.

"Tae, don't you dare--"

"HEY, JIMIN!"

Whoops.

Too late.

After a few moments, Jimin pulled off of Jungkook to glare at him like he was a monstrous snake slithering up the sidewalk . "WHAT?"

Taehyung blinked away water droplets trickling from his hair, shuddering as his socks and shoes became even more drenched. "STOP BEING A FUCKING HOE!"

And with that, Jimin laughed at him.

Laughed.

At.

Him.

It was only then that Taehyung realized how much of a loser he looked like, standing out in the middle of the rain with his arms at his sides and yelling across the courtyard like a total dumbass. People were now staring at him, not at the two people making out just a few feet away. Was it too late to try and evaporate into thin air?

"WHY DON'T YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF, TAEHYUNG?"

After that, Jungkook ended their conversation by pulling Jimin back towards him and proudly offering Taehyung his middle finger as they continued to chew each other's faces. Taehyung wanted to throw up.

His mind went places it never should've gone. Images of the two in front of him flashed through his head, ungodly sites that no one should ever have to experience. At this rate, he was sure Jungkook was giving it better to Jimin than he ever could have, and worst of all was that he had to flaunt it right in front of Taehyung's face.

Why couldn't he just look away?

"Here," he heard Hoseok's voice, the rain finally coming to a pause. When he looked up, he was suddenly under an umbrella again.