Taehyung (Prequel To Virgin Classroom)

Baby Boy

Three years ago...

Yoongi sat in the back of the loud, busy bar, secluded away in a booth meant for four but he was alone.

Just the way he liked it.

He sipped his whiskey, enjoying the dark atmosphere and his own thoughts.

That was, until a beaming boy slid into the seat across from him. "Hi!"

Yoongi was not amused by the bright, cheerfulness of this young boy interrupting his personal space, and his glare showed it.

Either the bubbly boy was too drunk to see the way Yoongi didn't want him here, or he was just too naïve to think not everyone enjoyed company.

The boy sipped from his pink drink through a straw and cringed. "Whew! That's strong!"

"That's a kitty cocktail." Yoongi pointed out. "There's not any alcohol in it."

The boy took another sip and then offered it out to Yoongi, who looked away in disgust. "Pass."

"I'm Taehyung, by the way." Taehyung said, picking his cherry out from the top of his drink. "Nice to meet you!"

Yoongi watched the man fumble with the fruit for a few moments, tongue poking out of his mouth as he concentrated on grabbing it through from the slippery ice cubes.

Yoongi wondered how the hell the boy had gotten drunk on a non alcoholic drink and tipped his own 100 proof back, ready to leave.

"Got it!" Taehyung said triumphantly, holding the cherry by its stem up. He noticed Yoongi getting up and gasped. "Wait- where are you going?"

"Home." Yoongi pulled on his black jacket, a stark contrast to Taehyung's fluffy blue sweater and white jeans.

"It's only eight!" Taehyung pouted. "You haven't even told me your name!"

"Bye." Yoongi made to leave, but hands suddenly shot out and grabbed his wrist, yanking him back.

"Wait- stay!" Taehyung pouted. "Just for a little longer!"

Yoongi fought the urge to kick the boys throat in and pushed Suga back. He knew Taehyung wasn't a threat, just a young boy who wanted to get to know Yoongi.

But Yoongi wasn't a man who wanted to get known.

He yanked his hand free. "Touch me like that again without my permission and you'll end up in a hospital- if you're lucky." He growled.

Taehyung's eyes shot open wide, believing it. "I'm sorry, I just wanted you to stay." He apologized softly, cheeks pink.

Yoongi, against his will, felt his heart crack slightly in pity for the boy.

The childish boy didn't fit in here, at this dark and dirty bar. Taehyung probably knew that, but was desperate for friends anyways. He was clueless, and Yoongi knew that if he didn't teach this boy, no one would.

"God fucking damnit," he muttered to himself, sitting back down.

Taehyung beamed. "So what's your name?"

"Yoongi." Yoongi muttered, signaling the bartender to get him another whiskey.

"Cool- I'm Kim Taehyung." Taehyung introduced himself again. "How old are you?"

"Twenty three." Yoongi said.

"I just turned twenty one!" Taehyung beamed. "What do you do?"

"I start a new job tomorrow," Yoongi said, accepting the drink as the bartender handed it to him.