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KIM TAEHYUNG

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KIM TAEHYUNG

taehyung laughed, rolling his eyes simultaneously. "jungkook, leave her alone."

"taehyung, please." jungkook pleaded. "you know her best, you know that this will work, right?"

taehyung glared at jungkook, pursing his lips. "alright. but, if i get caught, you're taking the damn blame."

"if, you get caught." jungkook said.

taehyung rolled his eyes once more, and set off to execute jungkook's plan.

as he arrived at songdo central park, he looked around to find a man with dyed blond hair who is also 'pretty short'. taehyung spotted exactly that sitting on a bench with a bouquet of flowers beside him.

in all honesty, he is pretty cute.

taehyung shook his head, as if doing that could possibly shake his brain hard enough to stop thinking about the stranger, as he walked towards him.

"hey, uh- my name's taehyung." taehyung awkwardly started, taking a seat beside jimin.

jimin looked at him with knitted eyebrows as his eyes roamed around him. no, he wasn't checking him out. at least, not intentionally.

"hi, do i know you?" jimin asked, raising his eyebrows at taehyung.

taehyung laughed. "if you did would i have introduced myself? idiot." taehyung said under his breath as he turned away.

"i'm sorry?"

"ah nothing," taehyung said as he laughed forcefully. "no, you do not know me."

"that's what i thought." jimin replied.

"bitch." taehyung mumbled again under his breath.

"so, what're you here for?" jimin asked taehyung.

"well actually, i'm here for an experiment." taehyung said as he reached into his pockets. "they make art students do everything nowadays."

jimin chuckled at this. "you're an art student, huh? what school do you go to?"

"incheon national university." taehyung replied, still focusing on trying to get something out his pocket.

"oh!" jimin exclaimed. "i graduated there."

taehyung nodded, pretending to care. "really? what's your course?"

jimin laughed, and hesitated. "linguistics, boring, right?"

taehyung shook his head. "nah, not at all," he finally grabbed the long, thin, white string out of his pocket. "here, tie this to your hand."

"what? why?" jimin asked.

"okay, here's the thing." taehyung adjusted to face jimin. "we're supposed to measure the length of this park, so i need you to just tie this to your hand, and i'll run to the opposite direction. make sure you stay here until i come back."

jimin reluctantly took the string, "yeah, but, why do i have to do it? can't it be your classmate?"

taehyung froze, and chuckled nervously. "please, please just help me. i know it's weird, but my future relies on this." taehyung's eyes resembled a puppy's.

jimin sighed. he's getting bamboozled. again.

he tied the string around his hand, and taehyung smiled in relief.

"stay there until i come back!" taehyung said, running away from jimin with the other end of the string in his hand.

jimin watched as taehyung disappeared from his view, he smiled and whispered to himself.

"jimin, what are you getting yourself into?"

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