i think you're pretty....

02

TAEHYUNG

The next day they had a new student. A transfer from the other school. Taehyung sat up, looking at the boy.

"Everyone this is our new student. Min Yoongi." Mr. Ahn explained. 

Min Yoongi wasn't very tall. He was pale with small, pretty lips and dark eyes. He had a faded red hair. When the boy looked up, he had a scar across his eye. Kids were already whispering. But not in the way they whispered about Taehyung, like they were judging and weirded out. 

They whispered like Yoongi was cool and mysterious. Taehyung looks down at his book. He opens it as Mr. Ahn orders him to sit down, a seat to the right of Taehyung, one-person away. 

It didn't matter. Taehyung opened his book. The painting was ruined and sticky, he felt frustrated. He wanted to spend lunch in the art room to remake it. or try too at least. When the bell rang, he left to the art room. Ms. Han agreed and told him not to make a mess before leaving for lunch.

Taehyung started to paint, knowing the blue shade by heart, and the building details even better.

"Ah and this is the art room, oh here the star is!" Hana walked into the room, Yoongi following behind. A tour. Great. "This is the schools freak, Kim Taehyung. he doesn't talk, do you, Tae Tae?" she grabs his shoulders and shakes him.

He pushes her off, trying to ignore them.

"Yup, he's probably—special or something. You can just call him freak—"

"Guess there's two of us then, huh?" Yoongi looks at Taehyung.

Tae looks up. Yoongi was looking at him in a way the other kids never could. It made his heart jump, locking eyes with him. Yoongi gives Taehyung a small smile before Hana rolls her eyes and takes him out of the room.

Taehyung felt his hands shake as he turned back to his painting. Why had Yoongi done that? He didn't need to do anything for Taehyung. He tried to paint again but couldn't focus well enough. Ms. Han walked back in. 

"What? what are you doing here? Class ended ten minutes ago."

 Taehyung jumped up and started to clean his mess. Ms. Han just shook her head and started to shoo him away again.

"I've got it now go learn!" Taehyung hurried out of the room and down back to his class. He walks in and interrupts the math teacher.

"Oh, Taehyung I was wondering where you were. Can you answer this?" She gestured to the board. A math problem was half finished. Taehyung had no problem going up in front of the class for math. So, he took her pen and quickly answered it. 

She clapped for him and let him walk to his seat. 

Hana was glaring at him. He sat down and dumped his bag, leaving his book open to dry. He glanced over at Yoongi, wondering just what was going on in his head. 

To his surprise he saw Yoongi looking back. His eyes were set on Tae, in a curious way. His lips were parted, and Tae noticed his uniform was messy. He even had piercings. How was the school allowing this? But he couldn't look away.

Yoongi tilted his head, his scar hit the light. Taehyung did the same. Suddenly the bell rang, making Tae jump. Kids rushed up at the early release and Taehyung was no different. 

He had to go to work. He didn't know what to do about Yoongi. Should he go up to him? Should he leave him alone? He hung out with Hana, of course he should. 

Taehyung shook his head as he walked into his job, quickly getting to work--Taehyung still didn't want to go home. He wanted to go to the park. He wanted to see the man with a cigarette again. 

He didn't really know why, but it brought him a bit of joy when the man had raised the cigarette.

He scoffed. That's what was making him happy nowadays, strangers in the park? Let alone one he'd never talked to and never could? How sad.

He still went, sitting at the same bench and lighting a cigarette. He decided he liked them. And there, he saw a man walk up in a hood to the park bench across the street. He sat down on the benches and lit a cigarette. Taehyung felt himself grin as the man looked up and toasted the cigarette again.

Taehyung did it back and they sat back to smoke. Taehyung smelled like pasteurized and had flower all over his shoes. He didn't mind though, he got to bring some pastries home since he messed up accidentally. He thought about offering one to the man. Maybe he was hungry. 

After all, the pastries weren't disgusting, he'd just forgotten to decorate them and then they were too cold for the decorations to stick to them.

He looked up at the man again, who seemed to be on the phone. It had started to rain again.

He took it as a sign and got up, holding the box in his hands, the cigarette between his lips. The man didn't look up as he approached, he felt his heart start to speed up. He looked up, his hood hiding his face in shadow. 

Taehyung bowed to him and put the box on the bench next to the man.

"What is this?" a deep voice said, and his hand reached out, tattooed and pale. He flipped open the lid and let out a little "wow." He looked back up at Taehyung and a small smile appeared on the smoker's face. 

"Thank you, what's your name?" Taehyung panicked and bowed before turning and running towards the exit of the park. He shouldn't have done that. He'd just annoy that man like he did everyone else's in his life.

He got home gasping for air and slammed the door behind him.

"Yah! don't slam the door punk!" his father called out to him. He quickly went to his room and flipped onto his bed, exhausted.