One shots inspired by different songs and images.
ALL Taekook and all Top Jungkook/Bottom Taehyung.
Will include topics of drugs/alcohol, abuse, bullying, cheating, swearing etc. Rated M for safety. Who knows if I'll write a smut or two.
Hey everyone. This idea has been sitting in my Fan Fic folder for a really long time. So I figured why not share it with you all! I hope you like it. Onto the story!
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(Taehyung)
The September morning sun beats down upon the city, each tree glowing in its light while the humans scurrying to and fro curse its existence. Only one kid calmly walks in the sunlight without complaint or remorse or defeat. Taehyung basks in the end-of-summer rays as he heads to school, the heat bouncing off his maroon red blazer and illuminating his chestnut brown hair. The small smile on his full lips and the blaring music in his ears hides the true exhaustion he harbors in his lithe body and lean limbs.
"Hey, Taehyung!"
"Taehyung-oppa!"
"Good morning, Taehyung!"
Kids greet him as they all converge on Bangtan Academy, the most prestigious prep school in the country. Taehyung smiles and greets the friendly students as he turns off his music. Girls often coo at his adorable features while boys want to befriend him. Or do even more. There is no hiding his lean waist and elegant body in the well-fitted blazer and light gray trousers.
"So, are you joining the dance club or choir this year? I've heard you're really good!"
"You should try a drama club!"
"Or modeling!"
"The art club needs a new—"
"Guys! Guys!" Taehyung interrupts the swarming students with a boxy grin and exasperated laugh, "I appreciate the interest, but I just don't have time for extracurriculars..."
"Awww!"
"That's not fair!"
"Why not, Tae—"
He's used to this. The overwhelming praise followed by a twisted sort of disappointment. It used to bother him, but it's true. He really doesn't have the time. But these students won't understand why. So, he keeps his reason to himself.
"Leave the poor bastard alone," a deep voice cuts in, the tone a mix of disinterest and disdain, "He's just a little nerd; you need to stop asking him for things," Taehyung turns to face the boy speaking, already knowing who that cold tone belongs to. Jeon Jungkook. He stands directly behind Taehyung and his swarm, a group of girls following the dark-haired boy. The group that's in front of Taehyung starts snickering, amused by the mockery as much as they disapprove of it. Taehyung learned long ago that high school students are flippant—they have no loyalties one way or another.
