Flower Boy ◆ KimTaehyung✔

deux

I - the introverted she-looks-like-she-knows-where-to-get-drugs kind of student - was slumped together in my seat in the front corner of my class room right next to the door, an unfortunate location if you consider the fact that I had problems with hiding my indifference towards what our little bitch of a math teacher Mrs. Wang was saying.

My earphones plugged in, I listened to some music, waiting for our teacher to show up.

While Brandon Urie tried his best to distract me from my noisy classmates, who were making a fuss behind me, our old wrinkly history teacher - who I believe was present during the events he teaches us about - entered the room with a mix of nervousness and irritation written all over his face.

He cleared his throat a few times, to get my classes attention before realizing that his attempts were hopeless. I at least, had the decency to plug out my earphones.

When the volume of my classmates' chatting had ebbed down to an acceptable level, he began talking, leaving the 'good morning dear students' bullshit he always pulled out for once.

"So, we have a new student, who just moved to this town on weekend. Please be nice to him.", he turned his head towards the door confused, as if he'd expected something to happen that obviously didn't, "Don't you want to come in?"

A quiet mumble was heard outside the room and the new student made his first step inside.

The class was immediately filled with whispers and it was obviously why-

The student who entered was a boy, who looked a bit older than most of us, maybe by one year. He had candy-pink hair, that swayed in soft waves around his forehead as he walked inside. He wore a pink fake leather jacket that had a bunch of colorful stickers on it, tight fitted, washed out jeans and pink converse. His hands and wrists were covered in a colorful mix of those fake tattoos you apply with water and even his left cheek was decorated with a small rainbow.

His face was undeniably handsome. His smooth skin was covered in cute freckles and you could clearly see that he had applied light make-up on his eyes, although I highly doubted he needed it.

His gaze was lowered, he was probably feeling shy, what he had all right to feel because of this damn whispering. I mean, I understand that some students were excited about a new classmate, but that was so definitely not the cause of them talking right now.

I felt the urge to turn around and slap the one who said this, as I heard the word 'fag' from somewhere behind me, seeing how it made the new boy even more uncomfortable.

Homophobic shits

"Please introduce yourself Mr. Kim.", our teacher said, making a vague gesture towards the gawking crowd in front of him. I have to admit, that I also stared, even though of other reasons than my classmates.

The addressed's eyes flickered over the boys and girls in front of him, "Hi, I'm Taehyung and I'm from Daegu."

"Are you gay?"

I bit my tongue to not shout at the boy - Jaemin - who had asked that out of the blue, knowing that it probably wasn't the best situation to do so.

The new student's - pardon - Taehyung's expression showed how this question made him even more uncomfortable before he answered, "No, I'm not."

That caused even more whispering to erupt in my class. You know, á la 'he's lying isn't he? There's no way he isn't gay'

And I didn't even try to stop myself from rolling my eyes, pissed at my fellow student's attitude. Even if he was, why would that concern them?

"I think this was not an appropriate question Mr. Lee.", our teacher scolded, before asking the question of questions, "Where would you want to sit Mr. Kim?"

"I-I don't know, with who ever is okay with having me sit besides them."

I felt sad when I heard him saying that. As if he assumed that my bitchy classmates didn't want him to be near them.

So I committed social suicide and raised my hand, "You can sit with me."

A bright rectangular smile spread over his face and he happily skipped towards my seat, before slumping down onto the chair besides mine.

Close up, I could clearly see that he was taller than me - what isn't that hard because I am just about pocket-sized - and I could smell is rosy scent.

He turned towards me, still with this heart melting smile on his face, while I felt the gaze of literally every one in this room on us. I felt the sudden need to hide under the table and to cover myself from all those eyes on me, not being used nor comfortable with all this attention.

We must've been some sort of sight, two polar opposites sitting next to each other. Taehyung with his pink hair and bright appearance, and I who wore mainly black clothes and an oversized hoodie that covered most of my body, me probably looking as if I hadn't slept for days.

"Hey, I'm Taehyung."

"I know, you just introduced yourself.", I said, probably coming off rude as hell.

His smile dropped and he turned his head towards the blackboard, making the many sparkling piercings on his ear visible to me, "Oh, right."

I wanted to hit myself with one of my school books for being this way, but it was just my nervousness, caused by all these gawking pairs of eyes behind us, showing off at the moment.

"I-I'm Y/N.", I tried my best to not sound too awkward, wanting to make up for my rudeness. He gave me a small smile, that didn't look as genuine as the one before as he mouthed a 'hi Y/N', only visible for me, while the other students were still muttering incoherent bullshit in our backs.

I slowly started to regret my decision. If only I would've known what this would bring with it.

Taehyung and I didn't talk for the rest of the lesson and I tried my best not to look at him, although I felt his gaze linger on me a few times.

The only time I did so, was when he took out a purple pencil case that had 'cute but psycho but cute' written over it in clear white letters, and I felt like he was making a statement with owning this.

I kinda knew that this boy would cause a lot changes. What I didn't expect was that these changes would mainly occur in my life.

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