we meet again| BTS Kim Taehyung fanfic

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Park Chaeyoung p.o.v

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My eyes shot open in realization, today was the first day back to school. I was known for being late last year but hopefully that would change this semester.

Still  in a bad mood due to
waking up early after such a long break from school, I clumsily rolled out of bed.

Fatigue still took over my whole body as I jumped into the shower slowly washing it away.

After washing up I put on the best outfit I could find  and applied light makeup. Gotta dress to impress right.

When I got downstairs, my younger brother,  Park Jisung, sat at the table sloppily eating his breakfast half asleep. I smacked the back of his head as I sat beside him and dug into my own food. This urged him to look up and acknowledge my presence

he may be annoying at times but there was no denying this boy was very adorable. He was only in the third year of high school while i'm beginning the third year of university to study journalism.

I finally finished eating and told my parents before hopping into my car and heading to school, which was only a short distance from my home

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The first day went by slowly as expected. Class after class, it was as if the day would  never end.

I sighed in relief as the bell rang signalling the end of the last class for the day.

By the time I made it out of the building, it was already starting to get dark outside. I was feeling extremely tired and just wanted to get home and nap. Unfortunately for me, Student's flooded the hallways most likely with the same intentions as mine; getting out of here as quickly as possible.

I picked up my pace which turned out to be a bad idea since I ended up barging right into a handsome stranger with nice hair might I add.

''Ouch'' I groaned as we both rubbed our heads, as if in sync.

Both our books and papers which were previously held in our hands were now scattered all over the floor; Just like any cliche movie you have probably seen. "Oh my gosh i'm so sorry for causing this'' I spoke quickly out of nervousness as I bent down to pick up the mess around us.

"No problem" he spoke gently while giving a small smile.

He kind of reminded me of  your typical fu*kboy so I was kind of hesitant when he spoke

"The name's Johnny by the way. Mind if I escort you? that's the very least I can do for barging into you so rudely"

holy crap on a cracker this boy was cute, and really nice too.

"sure, I guess you can. I mean if you want" I answered politely while stuttering . and so we started walking, and boy did we get a long. It turned out Johnny was a year older than me and we shared a lot in common other than the desire to get home as fast as possible.

"Wait so you have 2 puppies at your house?!" he exclaimed not believing it

"yup" you giggled at how childish he was being.

"CAN I SEE THEMM" he pleaded

I stopped to fish out my phone from my pocket and showed him a few pics of my 2 dogs. By a few, I meant we stood in the parking lot for a good 20 minutes going through my whole camera roll.

he aah'd and ooh'd at every picture proving how adorable he found them

"You should come over some time, they look much better in real life!"

"Are you inviting me over for a date?" he asked with a smirk whilst wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. Judging by his expression you could tell he was just joking around

"yea, right" you replied hitting his arm, "Do you wanna see them or not?"

"HELL YAHH" he replied without hesitating

I laughed at how ludicrous the boy was, who knew I would make such a good friend the first day. It was obvious that this would be a good year. Johnny is way  different than all my other  friends and i liked this change.

After a long time spent introducing ourselves, we both finally parted way's for the day.

the drive back home wasn't long, only about 5 songs. I continued to bop my head and sing along with whatever song would play from  my playlist, like the reckless driver I was.

Right now, the fifth  song  'baepsae' by BTS was playing.

I was shouting the lyrics as loud as I could, hoping no one outside of the car could hear me. Of course my hopes got shattered when I looked out my window to see the old lady in the car next to mine shake her head at me in disbelief of my generation. That's when I decided to give up on my singing and  just listen to their  dreamlike voices.

"YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME

YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME

YOU YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME" he sang.

That's when I saw something I wished I hadn't seen; A burglary. Or in other words, A man breaking into a house

"You must be kidding me" I scoffed as I got out of my Car to get a better view, not forgetting to bring my phone so I could call the Police.

There was no other explanation. A man with a good build dressed fully in black; ripped jeans and a sweater with the hoodie on his head and a bag hanging from one of his shoulders, climbing up the pole at the side of the house which would lead him directly to the second floor window.