Taehyung watched as Jimin faded from view in his SUV. Taehyung's cheeks were with colored rogue pinks and crimson reds and couldn't even perform a single step towards his neon blue Tesla. His feet were glued outside the school, and now Mr. Cho was shooting him a puzzling look at the boy still staring in the direction of where Jimin's car used to be. He wiped the sweat trickling down from his face only to let out a breath he's been holding for about 3 minutes since he shook Jimin's hand.
He wasn't ready to meet Jimin tomorrow, even if it was in the comfort of his favorite basketball court.
As hours passed by in hazes, and minutes by in blurs, Taehyung found himself waking up the next morning with a lazy yawn. He stretched his arms and scratched his half-closed eyes—oh! The day of their first hangout!
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Jimin stumbled over a family of rocks on his way shoving through the students. The scholars began to cave in on him and he was left crouching in the midst of it all with his literature textbook volumes clenched to his chest as he made his way through the crowd like he was trying to escape a protest riot. Each student was trying to cram inside because the staff members and teachers weren't letting them in.
Apparently it was because a bitch was trying to take on their desultory schemes and mess around with a fucking toilet only for it to end up flooding the entire men's washroom and even saturating a fraction of the corridors. Now the school was damp and the hallways smelled like toilet water.
Jimin was just trying to get inside because he's realized he's forgotten his social studies notebook in his locker. These people were obviously not letting him pass, so he tried inching a route through the screeching students. So perfectly in sync, someone tripped over his leg and fell straight on top of him with a loud groan escaping the male's lips. The weight on the mochi's small body was about to make him choke, though he realized he's already choked on his saliva when he discovered that the boy millimeters away from him was none other than Kim Taehyung.
Millions of eyes and murmurs came surging their way.
"J-Jimin?" He bolted up to a stiff stance and brushed the lint of his letterman jacket. "J-Jesus C-Christ! What the fuck were you doing crawling around on the floor! I didn't even see you there, dumbass!"
Jimin remained lying on the gravel floors. He was staring at Taehyung's thighs through his ripped jeans. He finally realized and averted his gaze away ruefully with his cheeks a vivid red hue. "I was trying to get in the school, okay? Aish, sorry your highness!" Streams of bitter scowls and glares came his way in ghastly rivers from all the high status students.
"Ugh. Annoying little rat." Taehyung muttered.
"Hey, you were the one who tripped on me!"
"Yet you were the weirdo crawling around like a hobo. Oh wait, you are a hobo." There were faint snickers and violent whispers.
"Let's see what they think once they know what we're going to do after—"
Jimin was cut off by a hand crashing over his mouth to censor his words. Taehyung's hand felt the smaller's lush lips against the palm of his hand and was secretly enraptured at its soft surface—but that wasn't the purpose of his hand there. It was to isolate the words Jimin was about to say, because he knew for a fact that he was going to expose their date they would have after school.
Now the taller was surrounded with questioning looks. He chuckled nervously. "N-Nothing!" He leaned in closer to the smaller. Jimin could feel his warm breath against the temple of his ear as he hissed the following words. "Don't say a damn word about our hangouts, or I will literally end your life." Jimin let out a gasp when he was released.
