apeirophobia | bts

001

Pep assemblies. Why was such a bother ever invented?

The wet, humid musk of hundreds of high school teenagers trapped within a gym as small as a movie theater room while they all scream their heads off as a couple of busty girls, wearing shorts too short for their own good and crop tops that hardly cover their non-existent breasts, jump up and down to horrid twenty first century music. Hoseok didn't want to have anything to do with it.

If he could, he would have ran out of the nearest exit in order to escape his utter demise. Unfortunately, Hoseok was afraid of associating himself with trouble. One slip up and his parents would have his head.

As the boy continued to walk towards the gym, being shoved by those who were sprinting to get good seats and those who were trying to get to the main exits before the administrators could, he decided to take a quick trip to the bathroom. It was nothing spectacular, simply just to avoid the huge crowd of people, wait it out.

Only a few feet away from the boy's bathroom, he could spot the familiarly faint amount of smoke pouring through the slits of the bathroom door. Hoseok held his breath as he yanked the door open, squinting his eyes in order to see a bit more clearly through the smoke. This was a regular basis in the boy's bathroom. Someone was either vaping, smoking or selling some type of illegal drugs in there which wasn't surprising considering the awful circumstances of the school.

Hoseok strolled towards the sinks, continuing to hold his breath in hopes not to inhale whatever was being forced into the air as he prepared to wash his hands until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He briskly turned to the owner of the hand, expecting them to be at least recognizable, and yet they weren't. He'd never seen this boy in his three years of high school. Ever.

He was definitely a bit strange, masking an amused expression as he stared up at Hoseok with his deep, dark brown eyes that anyone could easily get lost in. Not to mention his mint green hair and pouty lips that all too perfectly matched his physique.

"Yah, can I borrow your phone?"

Hoseok immediately stopped his examination of the mint-haired boy when realizing he had spoken. He slowly pulled out his phone before unlocking it and handing it to the shorter of the two. Hoseok watched as this unknown boy dialed a number and began to speak to someone in a slightly annoyed voice. Of course he couldn't help but to eavesdrop.

"Tae, where the hell are you? I've been waiting in this bathroom with Joon for over fifteen minutes now; it's beginning to reek of weed...

I'm using some guy's phone...

yeah whatever we'll meet you out in a second just give us some time to get pass the administrators...

well if you hadn't changed the plans we'd be halfway to our spot by now... okay bye"

Saying his goodbyes, he hung up and turned to the boy Hoseok presumed to be 'Joon' and explained the situation. After a few more minutes passed, the smaller boy gave Hoseok a challenging look as if he were testing him. This went on for about thirty seconds until Joon nudged the shorter.

"My friend thinks you have sexy legs; wanna get out of here with us?" He casually asked as he handed Hoseok his phone back.

For a second, Hoseok hesitated, letting his hand linger over the phone. He had just been invited to get out of this prison known as school, but if he was caught he'd for sure be willingly sent to a prison after having his head chopped clean off by his parents... Just this one time surely wouldn't hurt. Besides, anything, to Hoseok, is better than a pep assembly targeted towards stressed teens, and someone thought his legs were sexy, so might as well meet said person.

"Sure, why not?"

Had only he known what was to be in store for him when agreeing to Yoongi's offer then maybe he would have refused. Maybe.

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A/N: Oof this is my first time writing a fanfic, so excuse my terrible writing pls and tyvm. I'm actually a bit excited for this and I hope I can actually finish this maybe???? Idk enjoy thOugh also hobi has smexy legs don't deny it