The Traveling Soldier K.TH

Intro: High School Part 2

So first off, unless I have my letters bolded, the language is Korean, or I state that the chapter is in reverse. Second, if I have an author's note during or after the text, it will be bolded and italicized.  Third, if there is enough demand for it, I'll do french versions of my books, just because I need practice with my French. Last of all, feel free to comment advice or catch my spelling errors I will probably make often, knowing how fast I tend to make myself type. Also, have a great day and I hope you enjoy reading my works. 

Kim Taehyung wasn't an average boy. He preferred to read than to go play sports, though his frame was strong and lithe. The only sport he did was track and field, yet he was undeniably the best player on the track. Girls everywhere swooned over him, yet didn't understand how he wanted to stay alone. Most had never even heard him speak. He was growing more handsome by the day, but he stayed hidden inside the library. As the 9th year or school was starting, he was hoping people would just leave him alone. That was until she walked into the room. 

When she walked into the room, he felt his heart beat up. Everyone else was staring with contempt, jealousy or curiousness, he simply looked at her in awe. His hair, now dyed a brilliant red. He wasn't sure why he had picked red since he did want to keep a low profile, but he and his mother had agreed that it suited him best. 

He and his family were originally from close to Daegu, but because of his mothers work, they had moved to Seoul. He missed his hometown, and honestly, he wished he had never moved but he chose not to live in the past. He hadn't really been interested in dating anyone just yet, he felt he was too young. That was until SHE walked in. He wanted to impress her, to hold her small little hands. He didn't know her name but he wanted to know everything about her. She seemed quiet but was extremely cute.

Taehyung's P.O.V

"Hey Minjun, she's pretty cute ain't she?" A boy near me whispered to the known playboy of the class. I nearly growled at him. 

"Hell yes. A foreigner too, I should have plenty of fun with her." He purred back. I hated him. She was MINE. I pounded the desk with my fist and stood up. Just as I was about to punch him in the face, a small boy with glasses grabbed my fist and shook his head. I almost advanced on him, until I realized he meant well, seeing the sympathy in his large eyes. He spoke, with a soft toned voice that was a little higher than normal.

"Don't go there stupid. He'd kick your ass into the next century and you know it." Then he smiled. "I'm Park Jimin. Nice to meet you". I was taken aback because no one had ever tried to make real friends with me. Or stop me from throwing a punch at someone. Though he was probably right, the strength was more in my legs than my arms, and it would be silly to just randomly punch a guy with a huge rep. I returned his smile and gestured for him to let go of my fist. "You talk or what?" He joked.

"Well of course I talk, stupid. The name's Kim Taehyung. I'm a sprinter on the track team." I told him lightly. I heard him mutter something about deep voices under his breath before he smiled again.

"I'm a dancer, but I wanna be a singer"//Author's Note: I keep trying to spell dance in french..fml//  His smile faltered. "But I'm not really good enough to get any--" The teacher interrupted him. 

"Okay class, take your seats. We are starting."He said. The desks were arranged in groups of two, and Jimin sat with me in the back. I had a feeling we'd be good friends. "I'de like to announce that we have a new student this year, she's from Canada and she doesn't understand much Korean so those who can speak English, please help her. Brooke, come to introduce yourself." 

(718 words, ugeri gfuieraldhwnil this book is going to drive me insane because I think 1000000x faster than I can write my hands cannot keep up AHHHHH)