Crimson Threads

6

Timeskip- 3rd day of exam

A/N POV-

Taehyung wasn't exactly known for his ability to blend in. Far from it, actually. His knack for stirring up trouble had become something of a legend, much to his dismay. It wasn't uncommon for him to be involved in a scuffle or two, which, as you can imagine, didn't endear him to his teachers.He wasn't originally meant to be here. His uncle, the principal, had taken to shifting him from class to class whenever the fights escalated, led to him being shuffled from class to class like a game of musical chairs. . And so, here he was, in Y/N's class—a side effect of his less-than-stellar reputation

He hadn't exactly been thrilled about the arrangement. But on the third day of exams, Taehyung found himself unexpectedly drawn into the quiet hum of Y/N's world.

Taehyung slouched against the desk, his usual swagger subdued by the morning's routine. His eyes lazily drifting over the classroom. His presence in this particular classroom was almost as unexpected as it was disruptive.

Taehyung POV-

I slouched back in my chair, eyes drifting lazily over the classroom.I never planned to end up in this classroom. This wasn't where I was supposed to be—not with these people, not in this class. But life had a funny way of throwing curveballs, and my habit of getting into fights had landed me here. My uncle, the principal, was out of options after I'd been bounced through five different classes on the first day. I'd picked fights in every single one. I guess he finally figured sticking me here was the best way to keep the peace. Now, I was stuck in Y/N's class, and while I'd initially resented the whole thing, I couldn't deny that something had changed. I was, trying to make it through another dull exam, surrounded by people I didn't care about.

Or at least, that's what I kept telling myself.

I wasn't supposed to care about any of this. I was Taehyung—the rebellious, untamable force that no one could control. The guy who'd rather spend his days in detention than listening to some teacher drone on about things that didn't matter. But that's how I liked it. I was a lone wolf, too wild to be tamed and too stubborn to change.

Y/N's POV:

The third day of exams started like the others, with a sense of routine that had become almost familiar. As usual, my dad's car pulled up to the front gates of the school, drawing the attention of students milling around the entrance. The moment I stepped out, the principal and a couple of teachers were there to greet me, exchanging polite words with my dad. It was the kind of special treatment I had come to expect but never quite got used to.

My dad, ever the concerned parent, took a moment to ensure everything was in place for me. He spoke with the principal, asking about the exam conditions and making sure I was comfortable. It was the same routine every morning—his way of showing support—but it always made me feel a bit self-conscious, knowing that everyone was watching.

As we stood there, I could feel the weight of curious stares from the other students. They probably wondered why I was getting this kind of attention, and I couldn't blame them. It wasn't exactly normal for a student's parent to have such a close relationship with the school administration. But with my dad being in politics, he had connections everywhere, and he wasn't shy about using them to make sure I was taken care of.

"Everything alright, Y/N?" my dad asked, his voice warm and reassuring as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, trying to muster a confident smile. "Yeah, Dad. I'm fine. Just a little nervous, but that's normal, right?"

He smiled back, squeezing my shoulder gently. "You're going to do great. Just remember to stay focused, and don't worry too much. If you need anything, just let the vice principal know, okay?"