Stay l Taekook

Prologue

Taehyung's P.O.V (to avoid any confusion, so sorry)

Third year of high school, third year of loving each moment of my life. I love my family, love my friends, I'm doing great in school and get along with everyone. I'm no one special at the school, not popular nor a bullied nerd. I'm just a student. But man, do I love my life.

Today is the first day of my third year in high school, I'm sixteen years old and I can't wait to start this year. It's already six forty-five and I just got to school on my bicycle. I didn't have my own car, but my parents let me use ours almost all the time. We had two, and there was almost always one free. But today the sun was shining, the air was fresh and the bike worked perfectly.

I close the lock on my bike and walk towards the entrance of the building. I stop at my locker and put some notebooks I wouldn't be needing today and left some food in it as well. I close my locker and walk towards my classroom for this year, class B-2.

I knew most of the students inside already, I wave to some and decide to sit at the penultimate desk of the second row starting from the left. 

A tall, blonde entered the classroom.

"Namjoon hyung!" I yell and wave him over.

"Nice, we're in the same class!" We high five and Namjoon sits down next to me.

"Is this your desk?" I ask him.

"No, mine is at the front of the class" He smiles and points to the first desk of the middle row.

"Of course, the best student sits in the front" I tease him.

"You're one of the best yet each year you ask to be put in the back?" Namjoon quirked and eyebrow when he looked at me.

"I work better from here"

"You barely even listen; you spend your time drawing and yet you still have amazing grades"

"I'm naturally intelligent, what can I say?" I brag and smirk for an instant. "But at least we're still in the same class" I smile and sit back in my chair.

"So, I heard there was a new student joining this year. You think he'll be in our class?"

"No idea, guess we'll find out soon" I say and point to the teacher that had come in. Namjoon got up and went to his desk and a student named Jaehyun took his place.

The teacher greeted us all and asked us to introduce ourselves. My introduction went smoothly, everybody already knew everybody mostly, but it was still a nice thing to do. Just as the class was about to start, the door opened and a tall ravenette entered. He stood next to the teacher's desk and introduced himself.

"Morning, my name's Jeon Jungkook. I'm seventeen years old and I just got here from Busan" When he was done, he walked to the back of the class and sat down at the last desk of the first row. He was almost directly behind me.

I looked at him walk and sit down, he was beautiful. His long hair was pure black, his lips were small and a faded pink shade. Even his nose was cute, but when he looked at me, his eyes were cold. I looked away and opened my notebook. I took out my pencil and started drawing while listening to the teacher speak. Ever since I was little, I would draw, when I was six, my teacher had asked us to draw the cover of our favorite Disney story. I had drawn Aladdin but when I handed it over, the teacher scolded me for tracing the cover. I hadn't done it; I was just that good.

The bell rang signaling our first recess. Most of the students left the classroom to go get something to eat or such. I looked behind me and saw Jungkook was staring at me. I maintained eye contact for a while until a hand on my shoulder made turn back.

"Do you want to go get some drinks?" Namjoon was fumbling through his wallet trying to find a dollar bill that wasn't too crinkled.

"Sure, let's go" I got up and grabbed my wallet. 

We walked to the vending machine and waited in line for a few moments.

"So, how's the new guy?"

"Mmm?"

"I saw you two were looking at each other. Have you talked?"

"No, he doesn't seem like the talking type" I grab my coke and walk back towards the classroom.

"I can't get a real feel of the guy, it's weird. His energy doesn't really match the one we have here at school"

"I agree. I'm curious to see if he's going to make any friends" I open the door and we stop at Namjoon's desk.

"Why don't you try to befriend him?"

"I'm a happy virus, Joon. That guy and I are not going to get along. His mere presence threatens to kill my vibe" I hear Namjoon chuckle and smile. 

I look behind me and see Jungkook looking at his phone, his lips are pursed, and his brows are furrowed. He and I were definitely not meant to be friend.