pretty boy | taekook

kim taehyung

chapter three ;; kim taehyung
taehyung's perspective
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It was shocking to see the same boy from earlier sitting across from me, so fragile and apparent yet a vast 3 meters between us. Bumping into him was like bumping into a ten year old child, and I was taken off guard when my eyes landed on someone unknown who looked mature yet young.

Staring at him now is inevitable at this point. When the black haired boy peers over, a look of confusion washes over his delicate features, eyes locked with mine. We stayed there for the rest of class. A 30 second timeline spanning into what felt like hours. It was calming, and I think that's why my face remained straight.

Just a moment before the bell blares, that Junior sheepishly breaks the line of eye contact and hides his soft features all he can. Mrs. Ka stands up from her desk and begins to speak as soon as he does prior to be cut off by the bell. Not that anyone was paying much attention anyways.

I fling up from my seat but pause for a moment as I watch the Junior (I think his name was Jeongguk?) try all he can to be one of the firsts to leave. It's funny if I'm being honest, like watching the runt of a litter trying to get to the food bowl. Nonetheless, Jeongguk was pushed further and further back, looking as if he was about to fall. An honorable action to keep him upright only resulted in a harsh shove that I feared might send him flying once more. But he didn't. My feet rushed to leave in order to avoid Jeongguk's doe eyes.

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I tap my pencil against the desk, awaiting for the last bell of the day to ring. With classwork finished and my book stupidly left in my locker, my last option would be to nap which is what Yoongi so obviously chose.

A soft snore emits from his lips, and mint hair messily lays over gently closed eyes eyes while the rest of his face is placed into his arms. Taking my pencil, the eraser towards Yoongi's end, I begin to slightly poke his head.

After three pokes, Yoongi's head quickly lifts up, groggy annoyance clear as day plastered over his face, sleeping crust around his half open eyes. Without even speaking, Yoongi grabs the pencil out of my hand and throws it behind him. "Yoongi," I loudly whisper, "you owe me a pencil for that."

"I owe you a slap to the face." He grumbles, head encased in his arms again "Now shut your bubble gum mouth up and let me sleep." My mouth opens in agape at that, staring down at the nonchalant boy with confusion, feeling slightly offended, "It's not nice to stare." I let out a strangled sound of defeat. Yoongi tilts his head slightly towards me. A playful smile with no teeth shows, "Don't get too upset that I can own your ass." He adds before going back to sleep.

"Taehyung and Yoongi, this is your only warning." Mr. What's-His-Name booms from across the classroom, causing me to duck my head down.

"Sorry, Mister." I say back to be respectful, but Yoongi only grunts.

"You're such a lazy house cat." I sigh and sit back into my seat with crossed arms.

"How is that a bad thing?"

"Good point."

When the bell finally sounds, I jump up with an adrenaline residing deep beneath my skin. The few times I'm groped in the overheated hallways go unfazed, mind too preoccupied with one thing: practice.

Out of me being hectic and rushing down the tightly packed hallways, I slam into someone, causing us both to stumble (third time today fuck I really can't catch a break). It didn't help that they were quickly going to their destination as well, and I regained my balance as their figure remained sitting on the floor.