“ Jaebum-hyung ’’
Taehyung successfully gained the attention of his beloved acquaintance.
‘‘Who's he? He looks lonely’’
He turned around to look at a boy who was sitting in the far corner of the room, where it was the most dark.
His dark lashes were drooped, his head was bent down, his focus fully on a paper on which he was writing. Black earphones were blocking out every sound that left the real world, instead lulling him into one of his own.
His looks were dreamy. Milky flawless pale skin, perfectly moisturised cherry lips, dark, thick fairytale mink eyelashes and lastly, electric icy blue eyes that betrayed the typical looks of a Korean, in a way that would draw you in.
His friend shrugged.
‘‘I don't know Tae, he looks pretty occupied to me.’’
Taehyung pouted.
‘‘But still, whenever I see him he's always alone.’’ he said messing around with his pencil.
‘‘Is he okay?’’ he finally asked.
Jaebum shook his head, chuckling.
"Tae, you can't just try and help anyone. He might be going through something but he obviously doesn't want anyone to help.’’
“Plus, he only transferred yesterday.”
Taehyung just pouted, looking down like a child.
‘‘I wanna be friends with him.’’ he mumbled, embarrassed.
But his, along with Jaebum's head suddenly snapped up and twisted around to look around at the raven-haired, pale-skinned boy's desk.
Where a particularly loud 'bang' had come from.
‘‘Yo, twink, you think you can get rid of me just by ignoring me??’’ An irritatingly obnoxious voice spoke out, from an irritatingly obnoxious looking guy with an irritatingly obnoxious expression.
His hand was on the pale boy's desk and his sharp eyebrows were furrowed.
"Felix"
Taehyung didn't think it was his real name, but it's what everyone knew him as, and what everyone called him.
He also knew him, as the school's troublemaker.
He was, and was known for being the biggest asshole anyone has ever seen.
However, the pale boy didn't seem bothered at all.
He looked up at the smirking latter with a lazy, indifferent expression, and then dropped his head back down, focus back on whatever he was writing down.
That was apparently the last straw for the Felix guy because next thing Taehyung saw, he had yanked the earphones out of the boy's ears.
‘‘I'm talking to you, Min Yoongi.’’ He seethed, obviously pissed off.
Taehyung unknowingly found himself growing tense.
Not for Yoongi but for Felix.
Now it seemed to only grow stronger with the pale-skinned boy narrowing his cat-like eyes up at Felix.
Taehyung tried to get up to go help but Jaebum stopped him.
‘‘Hyung!! Let go!" Taehyung hissed, aggressively trying to tug himself away from the small grip that Jaebum had on the sleeve of his blazer.
But Jaebum only clenched the fabric harder in his hand, looking up at Taehyung.
‘‘You shouldn't get mixed into something that you'll regret, Tae, especially with him’’ He spoke in a mature way, gesturing over to Felix with a serious expression.
This made Taehyung unintentionally soften, as Jaebum was simply only worrying about him.
But he ended up sitting back down anyway since Yoongi had already stood up in his seat, making Felix step back on instinct.
Before Taehyung could even think, The Yoongi guy had already knocked Felix to the floor.
He had his foot pressed upon Felix's chest, grinding it on it harshly which probably blocked the boy's airways as he was obviously struggling to breath.
He was smirking amusedly. Pressing his foot harder with Felix wheezing and gasping while trying to push it off.
Taehyung could have sworn, instead of, at that moment, seeing two humans fighting..
he saw a cruel, heartless predator about to kill it's prey.
That was it.
He immediately shot up and advanced to the scene, this time too fast for even Jaebum to stop him.
‘‘God, this boy.’’ Jaebum murmured, ready to give up.
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