The Boy In My Bed | TK

CHAPTER 5

Taehyung pull the duvet off of himself and stood up, his back aches as he stretch out yesterday he fell asleep after coming back home with Baekhyung; his body and mind alike dreading the worst day of the year: The start of school. Which, coincidentally, starts on the worst day of the school week: Monday. The start of a slow, tedious 5 day journey comprised of 7-compulsory-hour days; yuck.

Taehyung's POV

"Hurry up. I don't want to be late for my first fucking day of school !" I bang on Baekhyung's door, revealing him in his disheveled uniformed, complimenting his messy bed hair.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, everyone knows that nothing happens on the first day of the school. And, who the fuck is so excited for school." He retorts as he barges downstairs to the kitchen. Truth is, I'm not excited for school I never have been; but there's only so much times you can rewatch Avatar: The Last Airbender before you realise that, you're a loner whose only friend is bald 112 year old man/boy/ person with blue tattoos who blows really hard-safe to say I'm ready to traverse the battlefield of High School.

My brother sprints off from me as soon as he parks, going to tackle someone wearing the school blue bomber jacket - obviously a sportsman. A loud roar erupting as he links back up with his friends that he saw a few days ago their excitement reminiscent of a little puppy waiting for its owner. I head to my newly assigned locker, failing for 13 minutes straight to undo my combination lock. With an embarrassed face, the lock finally falls offending my struggle. What a great start of the day. I clammer my books into my locker and make my way to the first class of today: Physics.

I walk into the lab and notice the seating plan on the board, showing our mandatory partners for the whole school year. A tall brown boy walks in, his box cut fading softly; ebony eyes complimenting his deep skin tone. He reads the board before placing his duffel bag on the floor beside me.

"Sup I'm Evan." He reaches out his hand. In a lapse of communication I end up shaking his closed fist - the fist pump/hand shake scenario will be the end of me, I never know which one to do.

"Hey I'm Taehyung." I squeeze out between our laughs.

"Hey Taehyung... Taehyung... Ohhhhh you're the guy who gave Bob a beating at the party on Saturday right? That's crack uppppp. Jungkook was telling us at practice how you took him down easily; and look at you, you're like half his size man!" We laugh together, him more amused then me. Not really sure if the critique on my physique is a compliment or not?

"Wait...what did Jungkook said to you guys?" I ask with a confused tone.

"Oh he didn't need to say much. We all seen Bob's black eye and broken nose. Those stitches looked soreeee. Glad I've got you as my lab partner, you can double as my security guard." He laughs, patting me on the back. What the fuck happened after I took Baekhyung home?

The room fades into silence as our new physics teacher slams the front door shut-announcing a surprise test on the first day of class, to measure our knowledge. Me and Evan exchange a mutual glare of boredom as we start our knowledge measuring test. Despite my 100% dedication, me and Evan ended up playing tic tac toe half way through the test - me managing to come out on top every round.

"What class you got now? You got gym as well?" Evan asks as we hand in our tests. I don't know if he's optimistic, or blind to my measly frame, to even suggest I could take gym. My head just reaching above his shoulders. I am a little bit shorter.

"Nah, um I got my writing class now. Nothing more exciting then physics, other then deconstructing and observing individual aspects of sentence structures." I reply sarcastically, sending him spiralling into a fit of laughter. I'm fairly sure he didn't even got the joke, I doubt he even knows what deconstruct means. He's a nice kid, but, let's just say it's lucky that he's good at sports.

"Well I'll catch you up then, later homie." He pulls me into a bro-hug before waving and departing to his next class.

My next 3 classes fly in a span of few hours by before the inevitable lunch time comes: a time of social isolation and humiliation for people who have no one to sit beside them. It's not that I don't have friends, I just don't have people to hang out with outside of specific classes. Making my way to the cafeteria doorway I scan the room, observing the large crowds of people funnelling through. I back up and turn before slamming into something someone; Bob.

Evan wasn't wrong about his face, if anything he underplayed the damage done to it. Swollen eye, a puffy top lip, stitches on the forehead, a crooked nose and even a bandaged wrist to top it all off. Bob is the perfect mix of a walking hospital patient around.

I back up slightly into the doorframe, Bob's height towering over me. Despite his injuries, his muscles are still intact and still just as buffed.

"I know I'm a faggot. Go on. Say it. Should we go somewhere else so you can murder me in a more secluded area?" I feign weakness - well slightly feign. I feel as though a sober Bob still has the advantage with one arm and a bruised body - all he really needs to match my strength is his pinky finger. Jungkook walks out from behind Boon and places his arm around his shoulder, leaning on his bandaged hand causing him to wince in pain.

"Uh I want to apologise for my politically inconcurrent? incoherent? incorrect...politcally incorrect statements from...um...Saturday night. And I thank you for beating me up. I deserved it." Bob announces in a somewhat robotic tone, saying it like he's been practicing it. "I am going now. Thank you for your time Taehyung." He nods to me, and then turns and nods to Jungkook for a somewhat approval, greeted with a nod back before entering into the cafeteria.

"What the fuck Jungkook? We both know that I didn't beat up Bob, even if I wanted to I couldn't. Why are you spreading lies for?" I ask in an annoyed tone, met with his familiar grin.

"Look" He starts as he places his hand on my shoulder, "Let's just say I sorted it out. Bob won't talk to you like that again. I actually made sure of it. You're welc-"

"What the fuck Jungkook," I cut him off, mid self-congratulation, confusing him and creating a frown. "Firstly, you called me exactly the same word Bob did, you just said it with a smile. Second of all, I only ended up at that party because you weren't supervising my brother, your best friend, properly too busy hooking up with that random redhead slut. And finally, I don't know why you, or whoever, beat up Bob and said it was me but I never asked you. You also called me agro, so I won't thank you." I growl at him, wiping his confident grin off of his face. The whole situation is too bizarre to even comprehend.

"What? I did you a favour? I don't understand?" He asks with puppy dog eyes. That was a weak point now.

"Just uh-leave me alone. Why do I keep finding myself talking to you? You're my brother's friend so...go find my brother....ugh I can't be bothered with this- I'm going home." I mutter and turn my back to both him and the cafeteria - great start to the first day of school - ending it early.

"Wait." He protests but I brush it off. I pull out my phone and start texting Baekhyung that my stomach hurts and I'm going home early - to which he replies with a thumbs up emoji. Wow. So caring.

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