The Traveling Soldier K.TH

High School Part 2(edit)

Okay so I tried to read my last chapter on my phone and I noticed that half the chapter was gone. if you could see it on your own device, you can just skip this as I'm only adding what I saw was missed. if there are any other parts that you think have been missed, message me! Have a great day!

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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)