A/N: To confirm, the first two chapters occurred in middle school when they were 14 years old. For some reason, I never mentioned the time frame??? I'm such a horrible author LOLOL.
Oh, and this school has no dress code. Because I'm a rebel like that and I hate having uniforms. -3-
Anyways, here's the chapter c:
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Taehyung
Eun Bi left after that day.
And, trust me, I would know. I tried to check on her a few days after the incident, and the house was empty. Bare and ominous. As if nobody had ever lived there.
Her absence haunted my thoughts, my actions, my entire being. And honestly, it was a little heart-wrenching whenever I thought of her face.
But the years passed. One year. Two years, and then three.
I was a high schooler now, seventeen and with no time to obsess over lost loved ones. The pain had already faded to just a prick anyways.
And it wasn't like I could continue to feel bad. How could I do that if I barely remembered her face?
That's right. Just forget. It's better for the both of us.
At least that was what I thought.
Everything went to hell at the sudden appearance of the "new" girl, also seventeen and with no time to obsess over lost loved ones.
Flames and ashes, I tell you. Utter hell.
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I had walked into class that day expecting the norm. My rowdy friends, girls that squealed a little too high when they saw me, disgusting cafeteria junk, and one heck of a boring day.
What I didn't foresee was the appearance of a bunch of new kids. Ugh, newbies.
"Class," the teacher droned. "Please welcome Lee Eun Bi and...uh...Mark Tuan. They're new transfer students and..."
I had been doodling a picture of Jimin on top of the wooden desk when the name struck a cord within me. Lee Eun Bi? Le former bestie? It couldn't be. She already left. It's not like she has a particular reason to come back anyways. This place contains too much pain for her.
Succeeding in convincing myself, I continued to draw snot exiting Jimin's nose. I snickered quietly to myself.
Poor Chim Chim.
"...two seats in the back. Next to Kim Taehyung, the boy in the flannel. Kim Taehyung, would you please raise your hand?" the teacher demanded.
I flung my arm upwards without glancing up and wiggled it in the air like the alien that I was. A few girls in the corner giggled like mad.
Soon, I could hear footsteps approaching me. I guess it was time to charm the ever-loving hell out of the new kids. I could make do with some more admirers. I looked up, ready to sport a smile that would literally shoot rainbows and unicorns, when I saw her.
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Where Were You? - A BTS Fanfic
ФанфикTae, where were you when I needed a shoulder to cry on? Where were the helpful hands, the gentle reassurances? Where were you when I wanted to spill my innermost thoughts to someone I could trust? Where were you when everyone turned their backs on...
