personal [k.th + j.jk] ⚣

two ✧

k.th pov.

"alright class, your homework is an essay about the respiratory system! two pages, due next week!"

the room is filled with sighs and groans, and surprisingly some cheers, which flicked a switch inside me;

"who the fuck likes writing two page essays about your lungs.." i mumbled softly, throwing my backpack over his shoulder like i always do, every single day. as i exited the stuffy classroom, the hallways were unusually deserted and quiet, heck i could even hear my own footsteps. while i was walking to the stairwell, i heard faint whispers from an empty classroom;

"dude, did you hear? jeon jungkook was trying to find kim taehyung for something! i thought they hated each other's guts!"

i froze.
what the fuck?
jeon was looking for me?
...
ew.

i continued listening, leaning my body against the door;

"jungkook was apparently complimenting taehyung like, last week? i heard that jungkook pinned him to a wall-"

my mouth hung open agape, how the fuck did they find out? jeon doesn't even like me? what if they thought-

"i think they're secretly dating." 

to my horror, i heard hums of approval, i was a step away from opening the door, ready to scream at them, until i heard,

"tae."

i shrieked in surprise, almost dropping my phone that was clutched in my hand this entire time, and spun my body around to see who called my name.

speak of the fucking devil.

"jeon." i replied, seeing that stupid smirk on his face again.

"you know we have practice in five minutes, right?"

my eyes widened, about to slap him in the face for not reminding me earlier, until i remembered that we practically hate each other's existence, until i realized,

"jeon, if there are five minutes until practice, why aren't you there already, dressed?"

"you idiot, coach told me to remind you, it's not like i wanted to come here myself but he woulda given me 20 laps around campus if i didn't."

"ah, well i need to scram as you say, and get changed." i smirked, seeing the younger cheeks tint red as he got mocked, until reality hit me:

why am i talking to him?

"okay i actually need to go, so fuck off jeon." i snapped.

"whatever you say, taehyung." he chuckled slightly, it was a different type of chuckle from his usual ones however, it was lighthearted and happy, unlike his cruel and demonic ones.

in fact, this was the nicest he had ever been to me, in three years.

i was about to ask him a question but before i even noticed, he was gone.

was i hallucinating?

i shrugged it off, then ran as fast as i could to the locker rooms, for practice.

little did i know, those gossipers that were in that deserted classroom were listening all along,

as well as recording the whole conversation.

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