My Delinquent|tk

1| dumb. tiny. brain

Taehyung—

"Arghh!" I groaned, running frustrated hands through my hair. It was the night before the English course test, and nothing seemed to be sticking in my stupid. Dumb. Tiny. Brain. I, angrily, flipped a page of my textbook, resulting in a paper cut. "Agh! Fuck!" I cursed, holding my poor finger. "Fuckity, fuck, fuck!"

"Shut it over there would you?" Jimin grumbled, from his side of the room. "You're not the only one trying to study, you know." Sighing, I got up from my desk, and padded over to our shared bathroom to tend to my cut. "Sorry, but we both know that no matter how much I yell, you'd probably still get a better grade than me." The elder scoffed, but he nodded in agreement. "Probably."

I placed my terrible wound under the faucet, and rinsed the cut. I lathered on an excess amount of ointment, before wrapping on a band-aid.

I trudged back to my desk, and plopped into my chair. "Who knew college could suck this much," I mumbled, tiredly. Jimin snorted, "you only think that way because you're not trying hard enough." I pouted, "the complete opposite, Chim. I'm trying way too hard." He only shook his head, before going back to his textbook.

I pouted at the foreign letters, and shook my head. "I'm heading out to buy snacks," I announced. "Want anything?"

"Coffee; something tells me we're both going to need it." I chuckled, and slipped on my hoodie. I grabbed my room keys, phone, and wallet, before toeing on my shoes and stepping out of the room. Whistling a happy tune, I walked down the hallway and to the stairs. Once, I was on ground level, I began my trek to the local 7 Eleven. The street was busy with people, going in and out of stores and restaurants. It was a Sunday, but me being me didn't start study until hours earlier.

"Hey, pretty boy, wanna join us?" Called a group of girls, from inside a red convertible. I smiled and shook my head, before pulling up the hood of my hoodie, and continued to walk down the street, the sign of the general store in view now.

Quickly, I rushed inside the small building, and took a beeline to the snack isle. I pulled off my hood, so that my peripheral vision wasn't blocked, and I grabbed all of my favorite chips, and went to the back of the store to grab three bottles of coffee. One for Jimin and two for me, because God knows I'll be needing the extra caffeine.

After I got the drinks, I shuffled to the empty checkout line, and dumped everything on the counter. "Studying for a test?" The girl behind the cash register asked, as she scanned a bag of chips. I chuckled, "does it look that obvious?" She grinned, and placed all of the items into a plastic bag. "Just a bit, but I also go to the university, so I know that there's a difficult English course test tomorrow."

I paid, and nodded, "yeah, there is, and so far nothing is staying in my brain." The girl giggled, and reached from under the counter, and brought out a textbook. "Well, let's just say that I understand your pain as well."

I glanced at the tag on the girl's uniform, where her name, CHAEYOUNG, was written in bold font. "Ahh, Chaeyoung! You're in my class, aren't you?" She nodded, "I'm surprised you didn't recognize me sooner." A cute pout formed on her lips, making me clap my hands together and bow my head, in apology. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" A giggle signaled me that it was safe for me to stop embarrassing myself. "You're forgiven, but next time you come here, make sure to say hi, alright, Taehyung?"

Grinning, I nodded, and took the plastic bag from her hands, and was about to leave the store, until I noticed something in the disc mirror at the top corner above the checkout. "Hold on, I might be buying something else," I murmured, before turning on my heel, and heading down to the hardware isle.

There was a guy stuffing a switch blade into his black backpack. He was wearing a black cap and the hood of his hoodie was pulled over his head, so I couldn't make out his face under all the shadow. Yet, judging from his build, he didn't look much older than me, though those thigh muscles were definitely grown. I yanked his bag from out of his hands, finding that there was absolutely nothing in it, but a few chip bags, canned drinks, a lighter, some medicine, and the switch blade.

"Hey, what the fuck—" I turned my back on the guy, and walked right back up to the counter. I dumped the contents out of the bag, making Chaeyoung raise her eyebrows at me. "How much is all of this?" I asked, simply, taking out my wallet. "You're really going to pay for a thief?" She whispered. I feigned innocence, and smiled. "A thief? I didn't see any thief."

The bell chimed, signaling that somebody had gone in or left. I glanced out of the window, and saw the boy leaning against the glass.

Chaeyoung sighed through her nose, but scanned the items, and placed them in a bag. I paid the amount, and slid the bag into the backpack. I strode out of the store, and handed everything to the mystery thief. He reached forward and snatched the backpack out of my hands.

The lightbulb hanging over us brought his face into focus, and I widened my eyes once I realized who it was. "Jeon Jungkook?"

Jeon Jungkook was the school's "bad boy," with his oppressive demeanor and dark clothes. Although, the word "bad boy," is so cliché and overused. There were many rumors about Jeon, but all of them conclude to one thing.

Leave him alone.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at me, "don't ever do that again." I frowned, "what? Save your ass from going to jail? Then don't steal ever again." He scoffed, and swung the bag over his shoulder. "Then how else am I supposed to survive this cruel world?" I frowned at the question, before blurting out, "come to me for money."

The black-haired boy raised an eyebrow, "tch. Yeah as if I would accept money from a stranger." That statement hurt, and I pouted. "How am I stranger if I paid for you?" He sneered, "did I ask you to fucking pay for me?"

"Language, bitch."

I didn't know why I'd said that. I cursed, as well; everyone does. But, for some reason I just wanted to piss off this annoying brat. He frowned, "you just cussed, too." I shrugged, and crossed my arms, bag of snacks and drinks still in hand. "Did I? I think you misheard me."

Jungkook sighed, and slumped his shoulders. "Enough with the bullshit, already." I scowled, "you're the one talking bullshit, not me." The younger massaged the bridge of his nose, and let out a deep breath. "You little son of a—look, thanks for helping me out, but I'd appreciate it if we just never spoke to one another after tonight, okay? Just leave me be and forget that I ever existed."

With that being said, he spun on his heel, and strode away from me, hands stuffed into his pockets.

I watched him, until he was enveloped into a big crowd and disappeared from sight. I sighed, and shook my head.

What was up with that guy?

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New fanfic, hope you all like it :)

-Author-nim