Taehyung was exhausted.
His brain felt like mashed potatoes from hours of grading, his back ached from sitting too long, and his patience? Nonexistent.
He just wanted to go home, shove his face into his pillow, and pretend humanity didn’t exist for at least eight hours.
But, of course, the universe hated him.
Because standing at the corner of the school’s outer wall, bathed in flickering streetlight like some main character in a bad romance drama, was none other than Jeon Jeongguk.
Taehyung froze.
Jeongguk, hands shoved into his pockets, leaned against the wall with all the casual arrogance of someone who definitely didn’t belong there.
His dark hair was slightly tousled, his black leather jacket made him look unnecessarily cool, and worst of all? He was smirking.
Taehyung narrowed his eyes.
Jeongguk, mid-pace, noticed him and immediately stopped like a deer caught in headlights. His shoulders tensed. He looked like he was considering making a run for it.
Taehyung sighed, dragging a hand down his face. Whatever this is, I don’t have the energy for it.
Taehyung sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “You.”
Jeongguk raised a lazy eyebrow. “Me.”
Taehyung squinted. “Since when are you here?”
Jeongguk blinked rapidly. “Just reached here.”
Taehyung crossed his arms. “No, you’ve been standing here for a long time. I can tell.”
Jeongguk tensed. “What? No, I haven’t.”
“Yes. You have.”
“Nooo…”
Taehyung pointed at the old security guard peeking from the school entrance. “Mr. Han.”
Jeongguk whipped around, caught red-handed. The old guard raised a brow and nodded. “Yeah, kid’s been here for an hour.”
Jeongguk groaned. “Goddammit.”
Taehyung crossed his arms. “Explain.”
Jeongguk looked away, mumbling something.
“What?”
“I said—” Jeongguk inhaled sharply, eyes darting everywhere except at Taehyung. “I… I just. Look. Yoongi-hyung is mad at me, okay?”
Taehyung blinked. “...What does that have to do with me?”
Jeongguk let out a strangled noise. “Because! He’s mad at me because of you.”
Taehyung just stared.
Jeongguk groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Look, I don’t know what I’m doing, okay? I just figured if I, like, stood here and— I don’t know, tried or whatever, maybe you’d forgive me and then Yoongi-hyung wouldn’t be mad at me anymore.”
Taehyung blinked. “That’s stupid.”
“I know.”
“Also, that’s not how forgiveness works.”
“Yeah, well,” Jeongguk muttered, shifting awkwardly, “I wouldn’t know. It’s not exactly my thing.”
Taehyung sighed. “Jeon.”
Jeongguk flinched. “Yeah?”
“Go home.”
Jeongguk frowned. “But—”
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Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook
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