Love On The Tracks || Taejin

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PRESENT TIME

TAEHYUNG & SEOKJIN-19 years old

Third Person's P.O.V.

"Just don't pay any attention to him" Hoseok spoke as they pulled up at the parking lot of the Seoul University "and why do you even let a cheap runt like him bother you...you're the Kim Seokjin...the only heir to your father's sprawling business" he grinned to see Jin roll his eyes at his over-pouring praise which he knew was just a way to ridicule him because he knew Jin didn't like being referred to as a 'chaebol'.

"The president of the student council...the best athlete of Seoul University...the heartthrob of all the girls in the campus...the perfect scholar...what's a weirdo from Daegu compared to you?"

"I don't pay attention to anyone" Jin chewed out the words, brushing his bangs to a side.

"Exactly!" Hoseok tittered "it's a millennium ago when he won a race against you...get over it man!"

Jin could feel his blood begin to boil on its own at the mention of that, and he instinctively loosened his tie a bit. The blazer suddenly felt a little warmer and he could feel his palm begin to sweat.

That fucking bastard hadn't won against him in that race three years ago...he had cheated. If Jin could, he would gun him down or put him behind bars for playing mean tricks on the tracks.

That asshole was a criminal who had tricked him!

Jin had been so disappointed in himself, but unlike what everyone else believed, it wasn't the only reason why he had left the country to go live with his parents in UK for the last three years.

And now that he had returned and joined the team again, that fucking bastard was back to rub it on his face!

"I'm not worried about losing against him...that won't happen ever again" Jin's jaw flexed as his brows knitted "this time that fuck will learn not to play tricks with me."

"Yeah...there you go...that's the spirit!" Hoseok bellowed as he patted at Jin's shoulder "I've full faith in you...you gonna get us that championship cup this time!"

"And I'm gonna teach that rat a lesson he'll remember for the rest of his life" Jin grumbled under his breath.

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When Taehyung boarded off the bus, all his eyes could register were the striking grandeur of the preparations made for the competition. He had seen it every year and yet the flutters of thrill it caused within him still felt the same.

Well, there was one other thing that had been spinning at the back of his head as well...the manner-boy and the best athlete in Seoul he had met three years ago. The only one who had scared him so much that in his foolish zeal to win, he had done something really unlike himself to the other.

He had felt guilty when he had heard the news of Seokjin leaving the country, he hadn't thought his little 'prank' would hurt the other like that and couldn't really believe it when they had given him the news the next year he had been there to compete. He had wished to apologize to him, and come clean about why he had to do such a thing.

If he was being honest, he had kinda missed seeing that boy...he wanted to race against him but didn't have the guts to accept defeat. Kim Seokjin had been a challenge he knew he couldn't win over easily, a challenge he was so scared to face that he had resorted to such a cheap prank and this knowledge had burnt within him for the past years as a reminder.

"Gotta make coach stop with the blabbering...he's getting on my nerves again" he spoke stretching his back to get rid of the ache from the long journey.