An improbable Love Story || kth

A shitty first day

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"Fuck off, Evie", I exhaustedly swatted the girl's hand away that was poking me in the face.

"We're going to be late", she groaned, not liking the situation any more than I did.

Somehow I managed to pull myself towards the bathroom with a massive headache dragging me towards the ground. After gulping down a whole bottle of water, I showered myself off and started getting ready. Of course, popping at least three Tylenol pills into my mouth first.

"Bitch, are you ready? I'm gonna leave without you", Evie started calling for me again.

"Are we even going to the same class?", I questioned her, finally appearing out of the bathroom, fully clothed and ready to go.

"Uh, no... That doesn't mean we can't walk together. Also...", she then eyed my outfit. All I threw on was an oversized cyan blue hoodie that ended right above my knees, black leggings with long socks and chunky white sneakers. My hair was in its natural state, somewhat straight yet also a bit wavy, I didn't usually ask why it couldn't make up it's mind. And my makeup was light, how I wore it every day.

"Do you want to borrow one of my skirts?", she asked me, tugging at the loose fabric engulfing my small arm.

"Evie, you know I like to dress up, but I have a fucking hangover and it's really fucking cold outside", I whined, "So can we just go already?"

"That's what I've been saying for last half an hour!"

When I finally arrived in my class, I was lucky the professor wasn't there yet. Being the first day of sophomore year in college, people still wanted to make a relatively good impression on their new teachers, but almost everyone in class was still shit-faced from the night before. The lecture hall was set up like a cinema, with a podium in front and the student's seats each set on a higher level than the one before of them. With no Evie being here, I decided to sit in one of the back rows to avoid attention.

And oh how that backfired.

All the students were already sitting and slowly quieting down when a handsome boy walked in through the doors down in front. He looked up to scan the crowd with an intimidating stare that could give you chills. It was Taehyung. And for some reason his eyes rested on me.

Still standing where everyone could see him, he slipped his backpack off one shoulder, unzipped it and pulled out a perfectly folded black sweatshirt.

My black sweatshirt.

Then he proceeded to climb up the steps all the way to the back row, taking his sweet time and grinning widely. When he got to me, he paused right next to my seat, in between the desk and the folding chair and placed the piece of clothing in front of me.

"Here, I washed it cause I felt bad about forgetting to give it back", his smile was cheerful and showed off his perfect teeth.

At this point I realized the whole class was staring at us. It was as if the back row of the lecture hall had suddenly transformed into the main stage of a play. You'd think that maybe in college people would mind their own business, but no. They're as nosey as ever. Especially when a pretty boy was returning clothing to an unimportant girl.

"Um, thanks", I awkwardly pulled the sweatshirt off the desk and into my lap to avoid any more stares.

But that was not going to happen, because he then sat down next to me. He looked a lot more laid-back today in a black ensemble of a loose button-down paired with baggy pants and adidas slides. His hair lay messily on top of his head, falling into his eyes in a sweet way. I had to think back to that hideous coat he was wearing...