Conman With A Boxy Grin ➤ Taekook/Vkook ✔

Conman With A Boxy Grin

Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. Don't plagiarise it, or translate it without my permission. This story isn't meant to disrespect any of the BTS members in any way.

I'm not British and neither do I live in London. I based this story there only for the similarity of the convention and terminology that my country has with it. I wrote this in a hurry without much planning or research. So, please ignore if they appear to be talking or acting in a non-british way. It is not meant to be disrespectful at all.

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-: 𝔾𝕃𝕆𝕊𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕐 :-

1. Slow trains : Trains that stop at every station on a line.
2. Fast trains : Trains that only stop at a couple of major stations on a line.
3. East London = University Of East London.
4. Newham = Newham College.
5. Con : (to) Persuade (someone) to do or believe something by lying to them.

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"This train stops at all the stations on this line, right?"

The question asked in a deep yet soft voice made Jeongguk look up from his phone at the guy standing by him to his left, looking back at him with questioning eyes and a smile.

"Hmm?" He jutted his neck with a hum since he had his earphone plugged in his left ear and couldn't hear what the guy said.

"Does this train stop at all the stations?" The guy repeated with a bigger smile. And oh, this was embarrassing! Jeongguk couldn't catch it this time either, the huge crowd around him accompanied with Taylor Swift singing "I polish up real nice!" in his earphone blocking his auditory perception.

"Sorry?" He asked, finally plugging out the earphone to hear the guy better.

The guy gave him a chuckle, lips parting in a grin in the shape of a rectangle and eyes scrunching in the corners. Jeongguk couldn't tell if it was out of endearment like it seemed or if it was to camouflage the annoyance, "This isn't a fast train, right?"

"Oh, no no." Jeongguk smiled, a sigh escaping past his lips for he could at last answer and didn't have to embarrass himself further, "Don't worry, it's not. It stops at all the stations on this route."

"Thank God!" The guy sighed, the grin still there, "I was worried I got on the wrong train in a hurry. Thought I can't get off at my station."

Jeongguk pursed his lips into a polite smile and looked away before plugging his earphone back in - a subtle gesture to let the guy know that he wasn't the type to be friendly to strangers and start a conversation. Helping someone out was okay, but having to actually interact with them? A big NO. It was cognitively demanding and extremely stressful for him to even meet their eyes, led him to embarrassingly stutter while speaking, or to do and say stupid things due to unnecessary and illogical nervousness - just like he made a fool out of himself now.

Yeah, he was awkward like that.

"Where are you getting off at?" But then he heard the guy ask - thanks to the fact that he hadn't resumed the music yet.

He looked at the guy and smiled, "Farringdon."

"Ah, I'm gonna get off at Bond Street." The smile was plastered to the guy's face as he ran his hand through his hair - blue - Jeongguk noticed for the first time now, along with the charming tan of his skin, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to display his veiny forearms, "So, are you headed to your college or something?"

"No, I, uhm, it's a friend's birthday party."

"Strange." The guy snickered, "People usually celebrate in the evenings, no?"