The Time We Met In Detention || Kim Taehyung

Tuesday 11:18AM

Jimin's POV

We're already nearly twenty minutes into the history lesson (which I figured was our only lesson together) and I hadn't yet had the chance to mention a word about Taehyung to her. He wasn't really like that. And I was afraid of losing two of my favourite people on earth.

I scrunch up a chunk of paper on which I wrote 'Y/N we need to talk' and throw it full force off her head. Brutal but effective.

She turns around, mouthing "What the fuck" and I point at the paper.

She opens it up and quickly scribbles something down before flinging the sheet back off me.

'Now?'

The teacher is at the board, too absorbed in explaining the Civil Rights Act to notice the flying paper.

'Yes now.'

'What is it?'

'It's about Taehyung. I want you to know that what you know of him so far is not the real 4D alien we usually witness.'

'I gathered but what's wrong?'

'Family problems. He isn't doing too great at the moment. It's really hard for him, you understand right?'

'I understand too well...'

Your POV

Suddenly, Taehyung jerks up from his desk and storms out of the classroom.

Something pulls me up from my chair and drags me after him, ignoring the teacher's request for me Jimin, Namjoon and Hoseok to sit back down.

He walks into an empty English classroom at the end of the corridor and slams the door shut in my face.

My hand catches it at the last minute but totally wrecks my finger.

I cautiously enter after him, slowly closing the door and walking up to him.

"Sorry." He says, pacing around the room but not looking me in the eye.

"Oh, my finger. It's okay." Although it is pouring with blood, I do not sense the pain at all. I am not in the moment.

"Not just that. Yesterday. I just can't anymore."

And I can't help myself any longer and I have to come up to him and put his big gentle hands in mine and calm him down. And surprisingly I am not pissed with him at all.

"Hey, it's fine. Don't worry about me. I've gotten used to that kind of treatment by now." I give him a weak smile as he finally looks up at me with his massive puppy eyes.

"Come on. Let's sit down."

We move towards an empty corner and plop down on the ground. He has definitely calmed down.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" I say, while tilting my head to the side.

"Never mind." He says, the corner of his lip turning up.

"Sooo... Whydya get kicked out? You don't seem like the kind of person who goes round smoking weed and swearing at the teachers."

"Oh, you don't know what-"

"Yaahh. Okay. And I don't think I want to either."

"Looks are deceiving."

"I'm not talking about your looks."

Awkward silence.

"And you? Why do YOU get in trouble? Is there a story behind it? A motif?

"What? No." He shrugs it off but looks really uneasy. I think I already know.

"Of course there is. Your not LYING to me are you? You know you can tell me? I don't bite you know."

Taehyung's POV

Of course she's right. It's like she can see right through me.

And so I tell her. Everything. I don't know why. But I tell her. And it's a massive burden lifted off my shoulders.

"So why did you get all freaked out when you thought I was lying."

"First of all slightly pissed not freaked and second of all I didn't THINK you were lying, you WERE. People are weird. They dictate, disappoint and destroy. But the thing that I hate most about humans is that they LIE."

She says the word with so much hate and despise and disgust... I like it.

"It's a lovely day, they say."

"It'll be a fun lesson, they say."

"I won't leave, they say."

"Bullshit." She says, slamming her hand down on the floor-with her cut finger now bandaged very sloppily (by me)-, which causes me to twitch. But there is just so much TRUTH in her. I can't find another word for what she is emitting. TRUTH. And I like it a lot. Possibly a bit too much.