danger // jhs. x reader | jhope bts

one.

Y/N

You left your hometown to live in the city. The big, lonely, scary city, filled entirely with stuck up people. With the exception of people similar to you, just doing anything and everything to get by on their own. Because let's face it; everyone's on their own. We're all simply alone and are surrounded by other lonesome people. Being surrounded doesn't mean you're not alone. In fact, the more people around you, the more lone you are because you don't have anyone to relate to. No one does.

You sit in a small bakery, moping about your miserable life, in a miserable world, filled with nothing but miserable people.

You reach to your left to check the time on your phone. 6:30 am.

You go into panic mode, realizing that you only have 30 minutes to get to classes on time. Your university starts at 7 am on the dot every morning and your bus comes at 6:40. Not a moment before and not a moment later. You immediately shoot up from your seat and collect all your things. You shove your phone into your backpack and leave a tip. You make your way out of the bakery and head to the public bus station.

You stand at your bus stop, waiting for your ride. You check the time to see that it's 6:38. Perfect.

You start happily humming to yourself, minding your own business. You've come to the conclusion that minding your own damn business is an important factor if you want to get by in a large and unforgiving city like this. You have a lowkey and overall unknown reputation and your shy self plans on keeping it that way. Especially since you don't have friends yet.

It had only been two weeks since you arrived in Seoul and one week since you started college. You didn't exactly know of anyone specific. Or anything, for that matter. You're the type of person that keeps to yourself and doesn't bother people. You don't mess with anyone and that's a mutual mentality you share with your fellow citizens. You don't bother them; they don't bother you. See? Mutual.

You overhear some bickering going on to your far right. A man is attempting to steal a woman's purse and she is allowing him to do so while screaming that he's stealing her purse. Cliche. You roll your eyes at the annoyingly typical sight of a helpless white woman in a skirt, holding her bag with a loose grip as if that's going to keep him off. 

You almost laugh at the stupidity. Not only cause of the horrid sight but because you recognize her. She was the rudest person back in Gwangju and also the richest daddy's girl you've ever encountered. She bullied you throughout half of your teen years. Why would you help her at such a dire time in need? She put you through hell and yanked you back out, only for you to be shoved right back in. 

You don't help people who messed with you. There's a reason that you've canceled your family from your life completely. You can't trust what's untrustworthy. Your family was moving grimy and you didn't want to be associated with such horrible acts. End of discussion.

The sound of a bus overfills your ears and senses completely, leaving behind the most unpleasant screech ringing through your eardrums.

The bus doors open and a handful of people exit the vehicle. You enter and find a remote seat after paying. You sit near a window in the very back of the bus. You pop in your earbuds and listen to some music. The melodies are calming and the bass is uplifting. A weird, yet comforting combination of sounds. You smile to yourself. This is exactly what you want.

A few minutes into the ride, the bus comes to a stop. A tall man wearing all black enters. He had the face of an actual god. Tattoos lined his neck, coming to meet the jaw of his arrogant face. Well, not exactly arrogant. More like a baby but not humble. Yeah. That.

The entire bus was filled to the brim with passengers and the only seat left, of course, had to be the one directly next to you. Great. We love stranger interaction on public transportation. The man walked over to you and looked down at you with, strangely, warm eyes.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he started. "Is this seat taken?"

Clearly not, tf?

"Um, no," you smiled up at him and went back to gazing out the window.

He sat next to you and was clearly about to start up a conversation, in which you did not want to be involved in.

"Where are you heading?" he asked, smile taking up half his face. Kind of a beautiful smile, not gonna lie.

"Oh, uh. Seoul University." Your answer was direct but that wasn't enough for him.

"Oh. Cool, cool. I know someone that works there. He's a professor."

"Really?" you asked, genuinely interested now. "Maybe I have him. What's his name?"

"Dr Kim."

"Oh, yeah I have him. Blonde hair?"

"Correct," he smiled at you with a boxy, rectangular-shaped mouth. It was unlike any smile you had ever seen before. "Maybe I can help you get better grades in his class. What's your name?"

"Y/N," you answered. "Lee Y/N."

"Okay, I'll talk to him later. Oh, by the way," he started, getting up from his seat to get off at his stop.

"Yeah?"

"My name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." He slid a small piece of paper to you and flashed you one of his gorgeous smiles before exiting the bus. The bus began to take off and you unfolded the small piece of paper, wondering what it could be.

'Call me - XXX.XXX.XXXX'

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at no one in particular.

"Cheeky," you mumbled to yourself.