Ice Heat (Taehyung FanFic)

Chapter 1: Cold

Yet another day, yet another class, yet another teacher who keeps blabbering nonsense to minds that are already withdrawn.

A pointless swirl of nuisance.

I sighed, pushing my waist length black mess of a hair out of my face. I tried not to think about all that awaited me at home. Taking care of my baby brother, trying to get my Aunt to pull herself together for the last time before I left for my afternoon shift at the café. I tried not to complain, but it was hard not to – especially when things where circling the whirl hole and ready to go down the drain.

"Okay class, you are free to work on the assigned homework. Make good use of this time – your Calculus test is next class," Ms Grey gave each of us a pointed look, her curved glasses sliding down the bridge of her slim, straight nose. I groaned inwardly – junior year was such a pain even without a Calculus test. One more year and I'm out of this place, I thought – off to college, where things were hopefully better.

"Loren," a loud whisper came from two desks behind me. I slowly turned around, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible as Ms Grey scrunched her nose – a habit of hers when she heard unnecessary noise. "Please come to my house for a study session, I'm going to fail this test!" My best friend, Sarah, bellowed from where she was sitting, earning her a nasty stare from Ms Grey. I rolled my eyes, a smile slowly creeping up my lips. The girl was always lost and clueless. But still. "Okay, but not today," I whispered back, turning my attention back towards my book and laying my head on the desk.

The door opened right then, a gush of wind making me shiver lightly. Black army boots walked towards the desk in a confident swagger, stopping a feet in front of it. Was it an upperclassman? Or perhaps someone from the office? I didn't bother to look up, but instead turned my head and closed my eyes. "Oh, hello. We have been expected you today. How was your flight, dear?"

Hold up.

How was your flight?

Dear?

Who in the world was causing Ms Grey, a person who shrinks ice in one look, to act so friendly? I turned my head around, confusion masking my face.

Oh.

No wonder.

My heart leaped in my chest as I looked at the new comer – our new classmate I suppose. He wore all black: black ripped skinny jeans, black shirt, black binnie, a black leather bracelet. But did he wear it well.

He pushed his big, dark sunglasses up his head, revealing a face that was too much for my sanity to handle. Soulful, piercing chocolate brown eyes, straight nose, high cheekbones, strong sculpted jawline. Full, slightly pouting lips. "Sorry I'm late, I was getting my schedule at the Principal's office."

I heard collective sighs and murmurs from girls all around me, the atmosphere turning tense.

Well, there goes my sanity. What the heck was that deep, alluring voice doing inside that body?

"No problem, dear," Ms Grey, chimed, making me cringe, "we just finished up integrations today and a test is due next class. But I will give you the materials you need so you could work on them on Wednesday while the others are taking the test." That was probably the longest sentence she has ever directed towards a student. He shifted his bag from one shoulder to the other, looking down at her in an uninterested-don't-really-care sort of way. I smiled.

"Well," she said, shuffling papers on her desk and fishing out a rather thick packet inside a purple folder, "here's your catch-up work. And please, take a seat right over there."

No.

No. No. No.

Please point the other way. Please, please. Not the seat next to me. Anywhere else. My mind started racing as he turned around to register my presence next to his soon-to-be-seat... and started walking towards me.

Lord. His look could kill.

Trying to take a couple of breaths, I self-consciously started pulling my hair down, forming a shield of black tangled curls to hide my red face. My eyes, who were too busy studying the floor with great interest, were now met with two boot-clad feet.

I tried to look up.

Worst decision of my life.

"Can you move?" I felt my mouth gape open, slow and unabashed.

"What?" I squeaked, surprised at the coldness of his voice. He crossed his arms, giving me a very full view of his leanly muscled arms. I could taste the jealousy radiating from other girls in the room. "My seat," he said, pointing towards the empty seat next to me "is right there. And I" he pointed towards himself, "need to pass through. So you" he pointed towards me "need to either get up and let me pass or move."

I raised an eyebrow, briskly standing up without taking my eyes off of his. Was he being serious? "You could just ask." I replied, letting the same coldness from his voice seep into mine. "I already did," he said, giving me a side glance as he passed, a whiff of his cologne filling my senses. I gripped the edge of the desk.

He took his seat, taking his binnie off and ruffling his hair. It looked so soft and disheveled in an almost careless way. I took my seat next to him and decided that it was safe for me to stop letting my eyes roam over any part of him.

Yeah, that didn't work. I found myself sneaking peeks of him through the curtain of my hair.

"So what's your name anyway?" I blurted out, curiosity getting the better of me. His brown eyes pierced mine, holding them for what seemed like forever and making me feel uncomfortable.

I dropped my gaze first.

He still remained quiet, and I started to turn around, thinking that I made a clear fool out of myself. "Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." He finally replied, as I looked up into his eyes again, their look changing to bored amusement this time. "Yours?" I felt my eyes widen for a moment before they went back to studying the floor. "Loren. Loren White."

"Nice to meet you, Loren White." His deep voice sounded bored to the depths of hell, and I let out a sigh of frustration, unable to understand what was going on. He lifted his arms above his head, stretching before he pushed his hair back.

The bell rang right then.

We both stood up at the same time, colliding in the narrow space between us. And I did the stupidest thing in my hurry to get some space. I stepped on my long, ankle length skirt, hands flailing everywhere as I tried not to fall to my death. Which wouldn't be so bad if the ground managed to swallow me up together with my growing acts of making a fool of myself...

His hands were at my waist in an instant, cradling me in his strong embrace. His face was inches from my face, his nose slightly brushing mine.

Holy lord. The degree of cliché of the situation hit me like a wave, but I couldn't stop my heart from spluttering in my chest. "First 30 minutes in and I'm already catching girls falling at my feet," he spoke, his warm breath tickling my ear as he lazily whispered in amusement.

I registered the thought for a moment. And then I quickly pushed myself off of him. "Jerk," I mumbled, earning me a small smirk from his face. I was pretty sure I looked like a mess – face red, hair tangled and all over the place. I groaned inwardly and scrambled to get my stuff, leaving as quickly as I can to hide the growing embarrassment that was starting to settle in my head.

"You're welcome," he said, before I opened the door and practically fled into the embrace of the busy halls.

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