•°𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒°• Taehyung x BTS | V centric

9

The small brunette trudged through the hallways, a pink note crumpled up in his hands. Was it possible for one day to change a person and their outlook on life so drastically??

A set of clean, white bandages were now wrapped around his throat, covering up and compressing the nasty bruise.

He hates himself for not having a survival instinct. Not running away from that creature immediately or screaming, calling for help or atleast crying. He couldn't even bring himself to fear or hate the latter.

He hated his empathy for even the most vile of people.

"Taehyung, would you like to tell me why you're la---"

Taehyung didn't give the old man a chance to reprimand him. He tiredly pointed to the bandage, left the note of the teachers desk and walked to the only empty seat near the very back.

It happened to be situated in between two new students. Both their looks were directly on par with the other four that Taehyung had met that day.

The brunette winced internally. They too, had auras that were inhuman, resembling that of Hoseok or maybe even more powerful. He paused momentarily. He didn't want a repeat of the past 4 incidents that had seemed inevitable.

But as he looked at the two, who seemed much more mature and collected than the last few, they merely gave him a side glance, before looking away. Just a glance, yet both their gazes seemed to hold so much authority and power, phenomenal irises piercing into his soul.

There was no way that they could be human. Taehyung caught on quick.

He snapped out of it quickly and sat down, noticing the teacher giving him a stare that could take him beyond death.

One had honey tanned skin with silky chocolate brown hair, layered and cropped at the sides. This man gave two pretty dimples when he even subtly grinned and Taehyung swore he had never seem more charisma in his life.

The other, however, had fair, ivory skin, a slender figure and an air of arrogance about him. It was coffee-brown locks, having a shine to them that caught the brunette's eye. Enticing, cherry-pink, puffy lips served as eye candy to anyone and everyone who snuck a glance at the man. His shoulders were exquisitely broad and built on top of all that.

When their eyes met, a surge of electricity charged through Taehyung's veins, making him snap his head away. These new students were no doubt dazzling, but only he had found out the dangers of becoming affiliated with them, somehow, and within one day he had gotten on all of their bad sides.

He hoped that wouldn't be the same for these two men, who thankfully seemed to mind their own businesses, uninterested in stirring up trouble around the place.

However, there seemed to be an issue. A pair of smouldering eyes burned into the side of his head from the right.

It's better to solve this as quickly as possible, no?

So Taehyung looked right back at the new boy who was staring at him, whose notebook label read 'Kim Namjoon.'

"Can I help you, Namjoon-ah?"

The afformentioned flinches, as if startled, but his expression quickly settles again and, as if nothing had happened, he turns his head away, facing out the window- a hand on the table and a hand on his perfect cheekbone. He was almost too big for the desk, his long arms and legs stretching past its confines.

Frustratedly, the brunette runs a hand through his hair. The exhaustion from the day's event was slowly turning into exhasperation as these six boys were people that he would have to see every single day.