letters and lavenders |Tk

|eight|

Taehyung was spending his recent days floating on cloud nine, even if it came at the cost of a little clean up at aisle 9 every morning. He was willing to go through that shame if it meant seeing the face of his crush every day.

They spent most of their time in school together, albeit the flock of the popular group and the jocks dawdling around Jungkook like a bunch of talent agents trying to recruit him in their company. Even Hyun-jae seemed to be fond of him and would often initiate friendly conversations. That was a first. But it could not be helped. Jungkook had a naturally charismatic personality and his innocent yet mature face did not help one bit.

"Taehyung hyung", Jungkook whispered into his ears, his lavender scent filling his senses making Taehyung fold.

"What?", Taehyung replied as he glanced at Jungkook with heart eyes practically. "You seemed lost. I tried calling you before but you didnt listen." Oh, the boy was so sweet. He had a certain look of concern as he gazed at Taehyung. "Are you okay? Something bothering you?", the younger inquired further as he shifted closer to Taehyung.

Taehyung's eyes widened, heart racing at the proximity. He looked away, eyes and cheeks turning a rosy tint as he stuttered out an "I'm okay".

Jungkook accepted his not so believable "okay" and decided to drop the matter, shifting back towards his own seat.

Right at that moment Han popped in, gasping as he saw that Taehyung was sitting with someone else. He could only see the person's back but hell did that look attractive. Okay, Han might have a thing for backs.

Anyway, muttering about the apparant betrayal from his friends Han stomped towards Taehyung's seat— to the seat Taehyung and he shared not some other guy.

"Kim Taehyung! The absolute bet—", his words were cut short as he catched a glimpse of the man beside his friend. A mere look at Jungkook's face was enough to send Han stumbling over both, his words and his feet.

Taehyung looked at Han's clownery with a face contorted into second hand embarassment and borderline disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?", he whisper shouted as he watched Han trying to get back on his feet. Jungkook looked at the unknown guy with glasses with the slightest bit of concern over his behaviour.

"Umm... Taehyung. Hi, haha, you...you missed me man?", was the incoherent bullshit that Han managed to spew.

The aforementioned male just groaned, rubbing his face as he subtly glared at Han. "Yeah...a lot", came the forced reply with a devious hint of murderous intentions.

"Hyung? Who is he?" Jungkook asked, voice ever so soft. Taehyung felt like he could just melt onto the floor.

"He's Han, a friend of mine. He hasn't been coming to school for some time for whatever reason." Maybe Taehyung was rather vague and maybe dodgy but he got the work done at the least.

"Not for whatever reason. We had went to our ancestral home and I came to learn a lot about the rich heritage and culture of our country, be it the good or the bad.", Han was a little too proud of his monologue but the others could care less, except Jungkook who decided to give him barely audible claps out of the generosity of his heart.

Han gave him a big smile before scurrying towards his side. "So, who are you?" Curiosity swirled within his irises with a hint of attraction. Nothing much, just appreciating a beauty.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook. I'm a new student. Please take care of me", Jungkook bowed, giving Han a small, polite smile. The latter nodded, taking Jungkook's hands into his own before shaking his softly. "Definitely. You can always ask for my help. I don't mean to brag but I'm really smart, you know?" Han was definitely bragging.