Rich -BTS FF-

Chapter 2

     Taehyung's POV:

     I rolled over in bed, nearly falling off as I gasped and began to flail like a dying seal. Once I realized that I wasn't falling anymore I sighed, my arms draping down off the edge of the bed as I looked up at my alarm clock.

     I slept in.

     My eyes widened in fear as I jumped out of bed, stumbling for a moment as I got dressed in a way that could only be described like a drunken tired man. I got dressed, putting on my favorite large white dress shirt and skinny jeans before crossing the hall to the bathroom.

     I took a glance in the mirror before quickly combing my hair with one hand while I brushed my teeth with the other, sliding on my shoes in the process. I finished brushing my teeth as I put my toothbrush down, running down the hall as I threw the comb down along the way, quickly grabbing an orange and my bag before rushing out the front door of my apartment.

     "How could I sleep in, how." I muttered to myself as I got into my car; which was my dad's old red truck.

     Today was the first day of school, and I managed to sleep through all 7 alarms that I set.

     How.

     I shook my head softly at myself as I drove as quickly as the law would allow me, making my way to campus.

     Jeeze, this was a wonderful start.

     Well, let's start from the beginning; My name is Kim Taehyung.

     I've never really been a materialistic person, but I would say it would be amazing to own some Gucci slippers, or maybe a shirt at least.

     I've always aspired to be a designer, and I'm hoping someday maybe I can be up there with the big names like Gucci, Prada or maybe even Chanel. Plus, it would be nice to have a few extra bucks in my bank account to buy more of my favorite perfume.

     ...Or possibly take care of my massive student loan debt.

     I pulled up to the campus, parking my red truck before reaching over into the glove compartment; I needed my favorite perfume.

     Yes, I wear perfume, and I see nothing wrong with that.

     Plus, so many colognes are so masculine or strong, but this perfume smells nice and fresh, and it's easier on the nose.

     I smiled as I put a dabble on my wrists, rubbing my wrists together before putting a few sprits in the air and walking into it. I smelled and looked like a million bucks, and boy was I ready to learn how to actually make a million bucks.

     I walked into the school, looking around at the various student works hanging on the walls of the main entrance; I was both severely nervous, and severely thrilled.

     I've always had a hard time with 'fitting in', it's never exactly been my forte'. I've always stood out and always acted or did things just to be a little extra, that's just how I like being.

     But here in the design industry, it's all about extra, the extra glitter and glam to set things off, so maybe I'll fit in just fine here.

     I walked as fast as I could down the hall, just barely making it to my first class before the bell rang.

     -time skip to after a very long, and very boring lecture-

     I made my way out of the classroom, holding my bag close as I headed to the men's bathroom. Once I was there I stepped inside, heading straight to the mirrors as I opened my bag.