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"What is this place?" Tae asked as they stepped inside a diner.

"This Taehyung is where I come whenever I feel like I need to escape all the shit of the world. Welcome."

They sat down and Jin ordered food for both of them.
"Right you will taste the best onion rings ever." Jin smiled at him.

"Jin Hyung I don't understand why have you brought me here?"

"Ahh Tae look, you seemed like you were going through something difficult back there, I just wanted to help you out thought maybe this'd distract you." He talked as he shoved the rings in his mouth.

"Thank you hyung, but you really didn't need to do this for me, I-"

"Ugh Tae shutup And eat stop being so fucking formal with me, I'm your brother."

Taehyung ate some of rings and drank the shake.

"Oh wow damn these are too good, umm Jin Hyung?"

"Yah?"

"I'm pretty confused I mean I'm pretty sure me and Ana are the only siblings my mom gave birth too then how are we related?"

"Taehyung how could you not figure this out, dude I'm not your actual brother, I'm the son of the man your mom married. My dads hardly around so it's just us three. Do u get it?"

"Oh yah. Quick question, where's your dad?" Too curious he was.

"Keep one thing In mind we will never discuss that ever. You understand me?"

"Yes I do." A bit intimidated by his words.

"Now finish up I'm going to the washroom be back in a jiffy." He stood up and walked straight and disappeared as he turned right.
Tae kept eating his fries and burger as he heard the sound of the bell from behind. He didn't care until that person was besides him ordering his food. Tae rather focused on his food, but definitely admired his voice. He didn't even bother to take once glance at him. He was all done, he wiped his hands and walked out of the diner and stood near the bike. The same person came out but Tae was facing the other side, he turned around when he heard the noise of another bike starting. Now all he could see was dark brown hair, black leather jacket with tight black skinny jeans and black boots underneath them. Whoever he was, he sure was going through the emo edgy phase.

Jin came out and they drove back to their home.

Sitting on their beds, yes they were to share a room. They were talking as Tae asked something.

"So Hyung you have a bf or a gf?"

"Taehyung just like the previous thing we are not going to talk about this too. I'll tell when the time comes. Now switch of your phone and go to sleep you have to attend hell tomorrow morning."

Jin switched off the lights and went to sleep. It was around 3 in the morning when Tae got a call from an unknown number.

"Taehyung listen to me carefully, whatever you have to do, do it but skip school tomorrow at any cost. This is not a prank or a joke, take this message very seriously-"

"Yah yah right, whatever." He hung up the phone and went back to sleep. Little did he know about the person whom he was about to interact with.



"Tae get up! You're already late cmon!"

"Ughh leave me alone!" Jin snatched his blanket away and pulled out his pillow from underneath his head.

"Damn you Jin." He went into the washroom. He came out from the shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, too below. He wore his outfit and picked his bag and was about to leave.

"So how am I gonna go to school? I'm pretty sure i missed the bus."

"I'm dropping you cmon." They we're heading out as his mom stopped Tae.

"I'll be outside."

"Hi mom."

"Umm Taehyung here, have some lunch money."

"No thanks I'll be fine, anyways I'm getting late is there anything else you wanna say, or should I go?"

"Oh alright then I think you must go if you're late. Goodbye."




"Here we are Tae, welcome to Jackson high. Now remember don't walk back home or take the bus I'll be here to pick u up, got it? Now go."

"Alright Jin, see ya later."

"Tae! Listen take this lunch money."

"Thanks Hyung."

Tae walked through the hallway and felt that all eyes were on him, and why wouldn't they, he looked like a professional model. His black jeans, black and white lined buttoned shirt, with a black Cap. He was setting his books in his locker as the bell rang.
Tae moved towards the class and went towards his seat but his teacher stopped him.

"I'm assuming you're Kim Taehyung. Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"

Tae groaned in annoyance.
"Hi I'm Kim Taehyung, I moved here from Williamsburg, and I guess that's it. Can I sit now Mr.......?"

"Mr. Harris, have a seat."

Tae sat behind a boy who sort of reminded him of someone. It was a serious déja vu. Then he remembered he resembled the guy he saw last night. Same brown coloured hair, same black jeans and same black leather jacket. Tae was now so curious to see his face. Tae was more shocked when he spoke because his voice literally resembled with the boy he saw last night.
The whole period the boy didn't turn his head backwards. The period was over and they started leaving the class, Tae decided to follow the boy just to get a glimpse of his face.
He was headed towards the washroom and Tae still followed him. As soon as they entered the empty washroom.
The boy quickly turned around and pinned Tae to the door, placing his arm in his chest, making it impossible to escape.

"Why are you following me?"

"I-I'm sorry, I just wanted to see your face that's it I swear!" Taehyung was so intimidated right now.

"Never crawl up on me. Never." He let Tae go. Taehyung still didn't leave the washroom and the boy couldn't care less about him now. He adjusted his hair in the mirror while Tae kept looking at him realising how surreal he was. His brown eyes, way too sharp jawline, his beautiful hands and him overall.

"What are you looking at huh?" He picked up his bag going towards the door to leave as he stood in front of Tae, face to face, they stared into each other's eyes and like that the boy exited.

"Listen!"

He turned around and went to him.

"What?"

"Do you mind telling me your name? I'm TaeHyung by the way."

"Jeon Jungkook."
He left Tae standing in the hallway all alone making him fantasise so many things.

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