[AGE-GAP au]
In which Kim Taehyung shoots his shot in finding himself a genie, or in the modern day language, a sugar daddy.
top!kook ; bottom!tae
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Taehyung hobbled, shamefaced and scarred for life from the house-of-lost-vision and made the ten minute walk to the subway at 14th Street. Every part of his body was throbbing with a low, miserable hum of sheer torture.
Not a happy camper did he make.
Taehyung could feel the area around his nose bruising with each passing second. Like an ink blot on tissue paper spreading rapidly, there was absolutely nothing he could do, but wait for the colourful blotches to finish surfacing. Taehyung was going to look hideous.
Naked men were dangerous.
Jungkook's penis was lethal. The man with the lethal peen – lethal peen man. He could be a villain in a comic book with a name like that.
Taehyung mentally berated his sheer stupidity for an entire half hour until he reached his stop at 116th Street in Morningside Heights. He had a very short walk to make before he found himself completely encompassed in part of Columbia's campus.
Taehyung wished he could say that nobody stared.
Unfortunately, when you walk like you've just blown a hedgehog out of your ass and have a face that suggests a run in with a baseball bat; people's eyes become maddeningly drawn to you, even in 'anything goes' New York.
Taehyung believe the term they were all silently thinking was, 'sucks to be you, huh?'
And yes, this morning it certainly freakin' did.
The campus was beautiful. The photographs that he had seen of it previously did not do it justice. It really was the sort of place you needed to see in person. It was very regal looking. While certain buildings had a distinct Ancient Greek feel to them with their large, imposing columns, other parts looked like they had been snatched straight from period England. The sprawling, well manicured lawns and immaculate pathways made him feel as though he was walking through Royal grounds.
Taehyung was once again struck dumb at the realisation that yes, he was still in the big apple.
The luscious greenery and spotlessly clean area felt a bit like Central Park – weird. It was all overshadowed by the towering city that surrounded it, yet it was like being in a time warped bubble, untouched by the crazy out there.
Taehyung loved it.
Taehyung's classes were starting today, though Jungkook had told him to expect it to be a little more relaxed this week, what with everyone settling in and learning to adjust.
For some insane reason, which was currently escaping him, he'd thought it would be a grand idea to cram in six courses this semester, not that he would ever really count Physical Education as a real class.
Nearly nineteen years old and still needing to take gym — the hits just kept on coming.
Taehyung was desperate to get as much of Columbia's compulsory Core Curriculum out of his way. There were ten 'components' to it, ranging from science classes to an introductory language module. And Physical Education. Let's not forget that one particular horror.
