~"you call it madness, but i call it love"~
In the world of hate, taehyung finds his light. he is scared of the dark but a man leads his way to the light. he admits that he's fallen for this man and forgetting his tragic past he loves this man with...
honestly, I know everything about Taehyung, the only reason I ask him about himself is to develop a conversation.
people who know me would find this utterly fascinating and very strange at the same time. I would understand considering how I have no idea why I'm so intrigued by this random student.
"yeah, I live at the university dorms, I heard you do too, since this year?" a question.
I never lived in the university dorms, unlike my hyungs and friends. Honestly, I just figured it might be fun to live with the people I'm close with this year.
"yeah, since this year, I used to live in my house before, figured the dorms deserve a chance" I didn't want to dwell on myself, I just wanted to hear the voice, the sweet harmonious blend of warmth and sweetness hitting my eardrums was.... lets say nice.
I gently pull my hand away from Taehyung since I sensed the slightest discomfort earlier. we continue walking to the dorms in silence.
taehyung slows down and stops next to a door which I assume is his dorm, "I'll see you tomorrow in class then?"
he turned around and nodded, "Bye jungkook". I've never liked to hear my name as much as I do now.
As I reach the end of the hallway I mentally take note of the hallway number and Taehyung's dorm room number, hallway 3 room no. 68.
I didn't officially start living at the dorms since the university started about a week ago but I might have to rethink my moving date considering a certain brunette.
I was going to go straight to my house but I stopped at the reception, what the hell is she doing here?
"Are you going home hun? want me to come with you?" gosh who the fuck is she calling hun?! And why the hell is she at the reception at this time?
I just ignored Lisa and looked at Ms. Eun sang and I could spot the frustration growing in her eyes. out of all the people who know about Lisa, ms. Eun Sang is one of them and she does not tolerate her.
"Lisa, you cannot be on campus unless you have an email or permission pass from one of your teachers for after-hour projects and you don't live in the university dorms so I suggest you leave."
Ms. Eun-sang is one of the best teachers on campus although most of her hours are at the reception, she is a voluntary chemistry teacher for unexpected circumstances and she can be very persuasive.
Lisa stomped her way out of the reception. I turn my attention back to Ms. Eun Sang who has those apologetic eyes. "I want to start living in the dorms Ms. Eun sang, maybe a little earlier than we planned," I said, trying to get her to ignore the reason.
"and kindly make sure the room is in hallway 3, I would prefer it to be close to room 68" I add before walking straight out the door, I did not miss the look of surprise on her face before I left.
I walked to the university's parking lot and got into my Mercedes-Benz AMG GT 63S. I used to hate cars, apparently, but during high school, my obsession with them grew so irrationally I remember every single digit of the model.
And I didn't complain about owning a Cadillac Escalade and Audi along with my Mercedes.
I started driving just zoning out.
I am the lucky kid here. the lucky student with rich parents. unlike the regular horror of having parents who don't treat you as a son, I have loving parents.
my mom and dad never disappointed me, and neither did I. As much as I love them, during my high school I found people with whom I bonded closer than my parents.
five men, a few older than me and a few the same age as me, they have taken the responsibility of being my parent, friend, soulmate, and everything except for one thing I've been waiting for. a partner.
of course, I had flings here and there but the one time I had an actual relationship, it broke me. things took a steep turn but I had those 5 men with me walking me through every step I took.
I walked away because she was too busy finding my faults while I was overlooking hers, I believed that I was so in love with her that I neglected how she treated me.
through all that, Jin Hyung helped me regain my senses and although I've done bewildering things to him during my 'phase' he helped me.
I adored him, ever since I met him, and my respect and love for him grow every day I see him. many people thought he was my boyfriend and I would be glad to call him that too but I've never seen him as anything other than a brother.
I realized that I almost fucking crashed my car into the parking spot. almost. I get out of the car and start walking towards my house. my house is a very nice villa on a mountain near the university.
no one had ever been to this house other than my hyungs and I've always saved this house for the right person.
it was around 6 am, finally, when I woke up.
TAEHYUNG POV
After Jungkook left last night, I got into the shower and went straight to bed not before filling chim in about everything I did that day.
I never moved forward in my day before talking to Jimin, after my parents died and I found him later, I could never stay a day without him.
I had never done makeup before, but that was before, I did try to put effort into my appearance but my skin rather said no.
I decided to go with a long-sleeved black shirt and white pants, I mean it was studying so why not be comfortable, I was following the dress code. I never brushed my hair, it was always wild and I just let it be. My face was a little puffy probably cause I ate ramen yesterday for dinner.
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(isn't he ethereal!)
I waited on the bed while I was waiting for Jimin to get ready. I picked up my phone to go through my notifications and quickly answered the texts from Jimin's mom.
I was going to put the phone away to gather my stuff until a notification popped up.
I feel bile ascend my throat before I finally get a hold of myself and read the whole text.
'Don't you miss me, little peanut?'
I quickly block the contact. I can't believe he still has my number. I have to calm my nerves before I turn into a live example of human combustion.
I open up my contact list, despite living with Jimin before I had a decent part-time job while I was in high school and I earned enough money to buy an iPhone. I scroll through the list until I reach the letter M.
me beso. it read. I still can't believe jungkook was so flirty shortly after we met, I didn't expect him to name his contact like that and now I'm starting to wonder what he saved my number as.
I end up typing hi and hit send. I quickly shut the phone off and almost throw it across the bed. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with my head. I go back and get my phone and blow it to make sure there aren't any scratches.
