UNDER HIS SPELL { taekook }

二 ; ３３

"And that's all the review I have for today, kids." The professor concluded the class from where he stood beside the projector, book in hand, adjusting his glasses. "Make sure to study thoroughly for the midterm—it's a big part of your final grade!"

A cluster of groans were heard across all sides of the classroom, and as Yoongi stood from his seat he watched a guy approach them with two other buddies.

"Hey Tae," the guy flashed a smile towards the man who remained in his seat, face mask covering his lower face while his long bangs nearly shielded his eyes entirely. "Me and the guys are going out for drinks. Wanna come with?"

Yoongi quickly stepped in between them. "Sorry, man. Taehyung's still feeling a little sick, so we're turning in early today."

The guy huffed. "On a Friday?"

"Yeah, on a fucking Friday. Plus, you heard the professor. We should be studying, not getting shit-faced."

The guys all mumbled varying comments of disappointment and scattered out towards the exit, one by one. Yoongi turned to look down at Taehyung, who lifted his head to blink silently back at him.

The older exhaled a quiet breath.

"Let's get some lunch, shall we?"

Indeed, that's what they did. The two men fled down the hall quickly, trying their best to avoid engaging with anyone. And upon reaching the school cafeteria, Yoongi escorted them both towards the isolated seats all the way at the back.

"So.." He began in somewhat of a whisper, body leaning forward over the table as though to be discreet. "Dot, right...?"

Taehyung sat down across from the shorter male, then hesitated before giving him a curt nod.

Yoongi continued. "Sorry, I... I'm not really used to you. I suppose you know me quite well though, don't you?"

The man lowered his face mask below his chin and pulled his food tray closer, gave another nod.

Yoongi eyed him for a moment. "I've heard you don't front in public often, so... What's up? You've been conscious for over a week now, and... We can't keep using the 'you're sick' excuse as to why you're not talking to people."

Taehyung leaned forward to mirror the older's wary posture, took a small bite from his burger, then turned to reach into his bag. Yoongi watched as he pulled out a notebook and pen, began to scribble down words in neat handwriting.

Once he was done he slid the notepad over toward Yoongi, who curiously read over the written note;

'i have to make sure we attend our classes.'

Yoongi's brows furrowed. "Well.. Why can't Taehyung attend? Or maybe... someone who's comfortable speaking with others?" He pushed the notebook back across the table, let the male write down yet another message, and pass it back to him.

'he can't. V doesn't like fronting at school all that much so, he would probably just ditch. and vante doesn't want to. so i should be the one to do it.'

Yoongi propped his elbow upon the table and exhaled in slight frustration. "Why not? Vante likes school."

Pass. Scribble. Pass.

'he's not sure how he should act around jeongguk right now.'

Yoongi rubbed the side of his temple as the notepad was slid back to him. "Did something happen? Is that why Taehyung shut himself off for ten days now?"