김태형 | Taehyung Imagines

(1) The Weight of One Smile

One Shot

You stared thoughtfully at the man chuckling with his group of friends. He was in the center, laughing boisterously and you could see that everyone watched with rapt attention as he described something amusing: an event of some sort that included biking, you speculated, judging by the wild gesturing of his arms, to which they all pat him on the back and shove him for. He looks up briefly and you both make eye contact.

That was the first time you really noticed Kim Taehyung.

"Must be nice to still be optimistic about the world" you thought with a sigh and turned back to your notebook, your mind already elsewhere as you continued reviewing your material.
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Taehyung looked at the girl who shifted her gaze back to her work. One of his friends nudges him roughly, making Tae look away.

"Dude why're you staring at the freak? You know she doesn't talk right? Like ever?" He says with a snort and Taehyung narrows his eyes, not knowing why he grew pissed at the statement.

"Shut up, you don't know her so don't say shit." He snapped back seriously and his friend's eyes widened in surprise by Tae's harsh tone.

Tae realized his mistake and pulled back a fake smile, quickly changing the subject; no one questioned his strange attitude any further after that.
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The second time you saw him was when he crashed into you in the hallway, spilling his hot coffee on your sleeve. You hissed at the familiar sting and you bit your lip, trying to hold back a whimper.

"Shit! I'm so sorry hold on!" He said immediately with panic and grabbed your arm frantically while lifting your sleeves to see how bad the burn was.

Quickly you snatched your arm away but not before he saw the burns; burns that didn't come from the coffee he had spilled, but were instead older; shaped similar to the end of a cigarette...

He stared at you in shock, quickly coming to a conclusion on what the marks on your arms were and he opened his mouth to speak but you stomped off before he could ask any questions.

You flushed darkly, embarrassed that the most admired and bubbly man in school saw the scars you've been trying so hard for years to hide.

Clutching your arm painfully, you don't look back.
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A loud thud jerks you away from your textbook and you look up, only to see a smiling Taehyung looking at you happily as he flopped into the empty seat in front of you. You raised your brows and shot him a somber look.

"Shit... he's going to ask me about the scars... what d-" your thoughts, however, were interrupted when a cellphone was shoved in front of you.

"Your number. Now." He demanded, still grinning in a way that made his eyes crease. You blank out for a second.

You slowly shake your head in disagreement and Tae's smile dropped and for a moment he looked taken aback, as if he didn't expect you to refuse so easily.

"Wait, why?..." he asks, with genuine confusion.

"What's wrong with this dude..." you think while still staring at him weirdly.

You pull a pen and paper out and start scribbling messily.

"I don't know you and you don't know me... so why should I?" you finish and hand the paper to him. He glances over it briefly and laughs.

"Y/N. that's your name right? We've been classmates for almost 4 years and you live three houses down from me" he says confidently and your jaw dropped, because you didn't even know that...