𝗡𝗼 𝗥𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 | TXT School au

EP 4.

 << 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲! 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂~~~ >>

The next day y/n and Taehyun were peacefully sat in Chemistry, casually chatting as other students loudly got on with their projects.

"Hey! 𝘋𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵." The clacking of heavy footsteps made their way over to the pair. They both looked up to the unfriendly faces of Jaemin and Sungchan, along with Jisung. "What do you think you're doing going around embarrassing Sungchan's girlfriend, huh?" Jaemin snarled, pointing towards Sungchan who threateningly stared at them. "It's best for you to learn your place, because if you mess with us anymore, you'll get it, trust me on that one." Jaemin lowered his body, piercing his stare mainly through Taehyun, who looked like a fire was blazing inside of him. Before anything else could happen, Jaemin with a smirk flicked his two fingers at one of their beakers, causing it to topple over, releasing all the liquid poison inside. And with that the three of them left, capturing the scowls from Taehyun and y/n.

"If I could snap them in half..." Taehyun muttered angrily to himself, too distracted to clean up the spillage.

"Or steal their expensive Burberry clothing." Y/n scoffed glancing at Taehyun, who smirked at her comment.

----

"Wow, so this is all ours?" Y/n smiled in awe at the gigantic slick training room. It was a palette of shiny blacks and greys with a complimenting blue accent. Perfectly suited for a group like TXT.

"Yep. This place was built by Yeonjun's family. Yeonjun is actually also super rich, but he tries to keep that information to himself. He even has a black card, so he buys a lot of our stuff." Taehyun humbly replied, tossing his backpack in the corner. Him and y/n had already changed into something more sporty. "Let's start then. Listen carefully." He commanded, stretching his legs wide apart and squatting, allowing for a deep stretch. He sighed in relief, and y/n followed suit, a lot more stiff.

A while later and Taehyun had realised that y/n was not strong enough for executing the basics well. Her arms were weak and lacked control, making her punches messy and lacklustre. Meanwhile her core required more muscles as she would constantly loose her balance and lost power. The good thing though, is she strangely had pretty good stamina, and she was very fast. If Taehyun could get y/n stronger and get her to even learn basic fighting skills, she could be a physically good asset to the team, and fit in perfectly.

"You're too weak. We're going to have to start exercising so you can build enough muscle."

"Exercising?" Y/n groaned slightly, trying to hide her disappointment but failing. "When are we going to exercise?"

"Everyday. It's fine though, you're in good hands. I love working out and I'm pretty good at it, so I can make you great at it too. We'll be starting tomorrow morning. For now let's finish." Taehyun spoke to the mirror, and y/n nodded in response. Spending that much time with the TXT members was slightly overwhelming. They all impressed y/n with their attitude and skills, and it was quite intimidating. Nevertheless, y/n was still excited.

----

Y/n had arrived to class a tad late, probably due to her practice sesh with Taehyun. She was slightly nervous, and bowed dramatically before the teacher seated her towards the window. This was a new class as it was still her first week at school, and she was hoping for a good start in each. To her misery, the teacher sat her right next to Yuta, the fashionista of NCT. Every time a trend started in the school, it was most likely because of Yuta. The latest trend he had started, was ties as belts, which many of Yuta's fangirls sported before spreading it around to many other students.

The late girl calmly seated herself down, putting on a polite smile as she turned towards Yuta, "Hello I'm y/n. You're Yuta right?" The attractive boy chuckled lightly before resting his legs on his desk, attending to his neatly filed nails.