"nouvel étudiant" | taekook highschool au

☆sept☆

it was the following day.

it had been pretty normal. boring, to be honest.

the group of seven boys went to dreaded classes and hung out together.

the only unusual thing that happened today was an incident in taehyung's class involving a boy named sehun.

sehun thought it'd be funny to crack a joke about taehyung and, although the latter didn't speak fluently, he didn't want to let it fly.

~earlier that day~

it was math class, third period, and the teacher was out printing something.

taehyung was sitting at his desk which was in the row before the back. sehun and his friends all sat around behind him.

"where's he from again?" a boy, whom taehyung knew as minho, asks.

"isn't it france or something?" sehun replies, glancing at taehyung.

"yeah, that's it." a girl called solar confirmed.

sehun tsked, "dweeb."

"sehunnie, you're just jealous because girls and guys were practically stripping for him the minute he walked through the door." hwasa said and solar giggled, nodding.

"shut up hwasa! besides, i don't get why everyone is so in love with that guy anyway. the idiot can't even form a sentence but people already wanna fuck him." sehun said, rolling his eyes and laughing.

now, as time passed, taehyung had become quite a bit better at understanding english. his rougher spot was actually speaking it himself. for example, if someone asked him a question in english there was a 70% chance he'd understand it but only a 30% chance of being able to answer properly.

not to mention, taehyung also wasn't stupid and common sense got you a long way, not just in highschool but in life.

that being said, taehyung had a rough idea of what sehun was saying about him and he assumed that the reason the said boy didn't whisper or anything is because he thought he couldn't understand.

god, idiotic children are way more common in this country, huh?  taehyung thought, rolling his own eyes.

(a/n: by the way, when taehyung thinks to himself like right here, he obviously thinks in french but like, to make it easier, i write it in english because who tf has time to translate his thoughts??? ok cool.)

taehyung shifted around on his seat to face sehun.

he looked at him with a "you really thought i couldn't hear you?" kind of look that made sehun's teasing smile drop immediately.

i mean, sehun wasn't exactly afraid of taehyung but the gaze he held on him at that moment was still intimidating.

"arrêter de parler. des cellules mortes de la peau sortent de votre bouche. va te faire foutre." taehyung said with an innocent smile.

"what the fuck does that mean?" sehun asked.

"use google." taehyung clapped back and a few classmates let out giggles.

namjoon, who was also in the class watching the whole ordeal, found this hilarious since he was the only person who could fully understand taehyung.

so, being the instigator he was, he got up and walked over to them. he patted sehun on the shoulder and said,

"in case your too dense to use the internet, he said: stop talking. dead skin cells are coming out of your mouth. and then he told you to go fuck yourself." namjoon smiled.