His Bodyguard || K.TH.

4. Responsibility

Taehyung ends up sitting at the back of the class, the row he's at and the one before it is completely empty. 

Maybe other students are aware that he's the President's son and they've steered clear, especially after witnessing a horde of bodyguards chasing him. Maybe it's because he just has an overwhelming personality that's difficult to handle. 

Or... maybe it could be in the way you're in a suit, hands clasped on the table, intense stare darted straight ahead at the projector screen that's made everyone steer clear of Taehyung.

Either way, you make it perfectly clear that you're his bodyguard and anyone who dares to attack him will meet your hands.

On the other hand, Taehyung doesn't seem particularly disheartened that a class of three hundred have avoided him like the plague. 

Rather, he appears bored out of his mind as the professor drones on and on. His arm is propped on the table, chin in his hand, leaning over, and his head is turned to stare at you as if your face are the handles of the clock and he's waiting for time to pass.

"Hey, Y/n."

Silence.

Taehyung doesn't force you to talk. Instead, he continues, "Think you can teach me how to kick and punch like that? It was really... hot. If you don't want to teach me, maybe you can do it to me. What do you say? Hmm? Wanna kick my ass and step all over me? I welcome it completely."

Silence.

He pokes your shoulder. "Y/n."

More silence.

He does it again. "Y/n."

Except this time, Taehyung is loud enough that the students two rows away turn around, frowning at the disturbance. In order to not draw any unnecessary attention, your neck cranes towards him. He smiles at how you've given in.

"No."

Taehyung pouts. "You're no fun. Still a goody-goody, huh?"

"Pay attention."

"But this is so boring. I'd rather pay attention to you. At least you're prettier than the professor."

There's no more comments made from you. Nothing is said and as usual, you let him do whatever he wants. He'll get bored of you anyways. But you underestimate Taehyung.

For the entire hour, he stares at you with an infuriating smile. And when class is over, he's still staring as the pair of you march across campus together. 

"You look good in a suit. But aren't you hot in that?"

"No."

"Well, you stick out like a sore thumb, Y/n. I wanted someone discreet and not like I'm with an extra from James Bond or the Matrix."

"This is the official uniform," you tell him shortly.

He smiles to himself, glad that you're saying more than one word to him. "Yeah, I know. By the way, are we actually going to another class of mine? Can we just stop for a second? Maybe you can teach me how to do that kick or throw that punch? I think that's a much better way to spend our time."