THE WHITE-TINGED NOTEBOOK | VMIN [COMPLETED]✓

|| The Hunting Ground ||

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"Don't fuck it Tae! We got this." Tae mutters to himself as he pulls the straps of his bag and steps into the new school. He looks back to his brother who is sending flying kisses to him as good wishes for a new start.

For a new school!

His eyes follow the people that walk past him and his feet quicken their pace to follow them. It takes him an eternity to find the right classroom and he lets a sigh of relief after he places a hand on the doorframe of the supposed classroom.

To his dismay, the professor slides the door open that he was balancing his girth on. Almost tumbling into the classroom and standing right in front of a class of fifty.

Does numbers matter now? The answer is, hell no!

"New student?" The teacher asks fixing the spectacles on his nose.

Taehyung simply nods innocently and flashes a smile to the entire class. The students almost die on the spot as they encounter the boy's unique smile that was flashed to cover up the awkward entry he gave.

All, except one.

Taehyung's eyes travel over to the boy that sat in the last row. No! Not the typical window seat, but a seat closer to the backdoor.

As if he was waiting for the school to end and be the first one to rush out.

The teacher snaps Taehyung out of his thoughts and asks him to take a seat. Tae casually makes his way to the last row to sit in the seat adjacent to the boy that was struggling to keep his eyes open for the class.

Tae being a clumsy ass has to make a heroic turn, his bag hitting the adjacent seat. The same seat the sleepy head sat on. All the books, sheets, pencils and pouches that were spread on that table beautifully made their way to the tiled floor grabbing everyone's attention.

Taehyung immediately let go of his bag to drop down and pick up the stuff and haphazardly places them back on the table. His fingers stop as they hit something. His eyes blow up when he feels a sharp metal object under his fingertips. He gulps as he takes his hand off of it.

A cutter!

Before Taehyung could pick it, another hand comes rushing from his back and pulls the item instantly. Tae turns to look at the owner of the hand, his eyes meet with the most beautiful orbs he has ever seen.

Angelic eyes that had a demonic glint in them.

Tae jerks back as he feels those hard glares over him. His eyes landed on the nameplate that was pinned to the boy's sweater.

Park Ji-min.

Tae gulps as he tries to scoot a little on the floor to create a distance between him and the new boy.