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The door handle twisted dramatically as not even seconds later, it swung open, promptly silencing the classroom, as the teacher confidently walked to the front, placing her thick textbooks on the table in front of her tiny frame.
A boy shyly followed along with her, as she looked around the classroom noticing a few students missing, either as a cause of sickness or just simply ditching the class, which from her perspective wasn't going unnoticed.
"Okay, class!" She loudly spoke, catching the rest of the student's attention, "Welcome back after a hopefully refreshing summer break!" She sweetly smiled across the classroom, causing a few students to groan annoyingly, "And as you may have noticed, by the boy standing behind me," She stopped for a second to look over her shoulder to kindly give the embarrassed and shy boy an encouraging smile, "He is starting in our class, so find your kind persona and show the boy around," Her expression changed, as she looked specifically at a few students she knew wouldn't be as kind to him as other maybe, "Now can you please introduce yourself, please?" She once again turned her eyesight to the boy, who took a hesitant step closer to the front row, possibly with the nerds and teacher's pets like students.
"Annyeonghaseyo. My name is Jeon Jungkook, I'm from Busan, and just... moved... to town in the summer break." The boy, now named Jungkook, was introduced, as he was shyly smiling at the teacher, who quickly showed her hand in the direction of his new seat.
Down the left row, and the third row to the right was an empty seat available, with a handsome looking fella as his seatmate. Brown hair which covered half of his eyesight was placed neatly around his head, a mature body built with muscles pressed together in the tight dress shirt sleeves, thighs having precisely the same problem. And as every student is obligated to wear the school's boringly coloured uniform, which was in various kinds of brown tones. Jungkook wasn't going to lie, it fitted the brown-haired student perfectly, and to top it all with a pair of artistic glasses, which happened to be matching perfectly with the school uniform.
Finally, Jungkook started the little walk down the row, after staring embarrassingly long at the handsome student, also catching a few girls staring at him, or mostly the muscular thighs belonging to Jungkook while walking down the row of desks. The school's uniform didn't hide shit, he could conclude as he wasn't the only one with thigh and arm problems.
"Annyeonghaseyo." Jungkook politely introduced, as he softly pulled his backpack off his spine, and gently placed it beside the desk leg.
"Annyeonghaseyo." The boy replied, as his attention shifted to his side, quickly checking out his new classmate, eyesight eyeing his thick thighs of his, like everyone else in the class. "I'm Taehyung." The boy said formally.
"I'm Jungkook." The blonde greeted, bowing as much as possible in his sitting position. Jungkook straightened his spine, looking at the teacher, who was beginning her lesson and introducing a new subject they would be given, but as she was going to talk about it further in detail, Jungkook's phone buzzed in his pocket of the pair of dress pants he was wearing, softly pulled it out with the screen lighting up the underside of the desk in front of him. His eyes scanned the screen, reading the mood changing words.
'Don't come home tonight, we don't want a dirty couch!' - Mom
The drastic change of mood beside Taehyung wasn't going unnoticed, as he turned his head to look at the happenings beside him, only for him to see Jungkook rushing to pull his phone into his pocket, and turn his attention back to the teacher, eyes watering.
"Are you okay, Jungkook-ssi?" Tae lowly whispered.
"Y-yes, I'm f-fine," Jungkook replied with a bit of stuttering.
"You... don't seem like it… small tears are running down your cheeks…" Taehyung hesitantly pointed out, to which Jungkook quickly dried his tears with the pat of his thumb.
"I-I'm fine o-okay." The blonde boy replied to the worried classmate of his.
"But-"
"I said I'm fine."
And there the conversation ended, as their focus was turned to a small piece of paper, being placed on Jungkook's side of the table. The blonde grabbed it, carefully unfolding it as a few words were shown.
'What is such a cutie doin' over there beside such an ugly nerd?'
- Seokjin
Confused Jungkook shifted his head upwards looking yet another time around the classroom, a broad-shouldered student sitting across the room, waving his hand at Jungkook, smirking mischievously.
Taehyung had observed the whole scene, already knowing his classmate's plan.
"You shouldn't come near him." Taehyung slowly warned.
"Why?"
"In every class, there is a fuckboy," Taehyung started, already annoyed at the thought of Seokjin, "Seokjin is ours."
"But he sounds kind," Jungkook puzzled.
"He will only be kind as long as you obey him," Tae suddenly said, his facade suddenly turning stone-cold and emotionless, "Trust me I know."
"How?" Was a great question to ask Taehyung, but the truth would always be an untold and untouched subject between the other classmates.
"Please just listen and take my advice," Taehyung slowly begged.
"Fine." Before they turned their attention back towards the whiteboard, the bell's well-known melody played through the whole school, indicating a break was given.
Which caused Jungkook to quickly pack his suddenly given textbooks, pulling them down his backpack and rushing out of the classroom, Taehyung not being given a second to ask Jungkook about his doings in the break before he was long gone.
-•-
The blonde boy had fortunately found the correct way to the washrooms and locked himself in one of the stalls. Orange walls separating the toilets from one another, small drawings of dicks and breasts all over the four walls of the stall, and rude comments about other students were normal things at this high school.
"Jungkook?" A deep familiar voice called out, "Are you here?" Jungkook kept his mouth shut, wanting badly to be alone after the overwhelming first lesson."Please tell me if you are present." The deep voice sounded again, "If you can't recognize me by my voice, it's Taehyung."
Jungkook already knew it was Taehyung, but he didn't want to let anyone see his weak side on the very first day of his new school.
"I know the class can be overwhelming. I know…" Taehyung was suddenly lost for words, "And as the people pleaser I sadly am, I want to know what made you touched in class… 'Cause it hasn't left my mind ever since..." The brown-haired boy confessed.
Jungkook gave up trying to hide his feelings, unlocked the stall door and walked out to Taehyung.
"Y-you want to know?" The blonde sceptically questioned.
"Yes, please."
"T-then here." Fiddling for his phone in his pocket, grabbing it firmly in his hand, the screen lit up in the process, as he unlocked his phone and found the message from his mom, giving the old scratched phone to Taehyung.
'Don't come home tonight, we don't want a dirty couch!' - Mom
Taehyung was fully shocked by the message from none other than Jungkook's mother.
How dare she be so rude towards her very own son?
How dare she say how Jungkook would make her couch dirty?
Doesn't he have his room like every other teenager?
Question after question ran through Taehyung's mind, as he tried answering some of them, but then realized his answer and that drove him even further into the situation.
"T-Taehyung?" Jungkook, a little worried, questioned the frozen brown-haired boy, who was staring emotionlessly at the now black phone screen. "A-are you okay?"
Within a quick second, Taehyung was back in the real world, blinking his dry eyes, small tears escaping without any further reasons.
"A-Are you alright?" You must have thought Jungkook questioned, but the real one questioning turned out to be a complete antonym from the supposed one;
Taehyung.
"Am I alright?"
"Yes.. are you alright?"
"I am-"
"Stop lying!" Taehyung growled, "You keep repeating the same thing! It's obvious how you aren't even close to being alright!"
"B-but-"
"You are sleeping at my place for now..." Taehyung suddenly suggested, or more so demanded, "I'm not letting you go back to your parents. They don't even let you have your goddamn room!" The brown-haired male angrily growled.
The blonde unhurriedly figured out why the other was so frustrated and angry about this very situation. How his feelings were controlling his actions, which was at the beginning very shocking to hear, how a male of his age could almost growl, whenever the male just wanted to shout. It all was so obvious why he was acting so protective, why he didn't let Jungkook go back to his rudely behaving parents.
It all led to only one option: the power of love at first sight.
"Taehyung… they aren't that b-"
"Roll up your sleeves.” Taehyung demanded, “I'm not going to repeat myself." His mood changes were shockingly frequent, starting with a caring and protective classmate, who matched perfectly with the ideal boyfriend material, to now being dominant, with a stern look placed in his eyes.
Let's just say Jungkook was very unexpectedly turned on by his dominant change of behaviour.
Quickly the sleeves of Jungkook's dress shirt ripped up his arm, pressing his muscular upper arm even more. The end of Jungkook's arm, more around his wrist, was where the shocking content was located.
"K-kook…" Taehyung breathed out, wrapping his long fingers around Jungkook's wrist, the scale of shock going through the roof, as his eyes and thumb ran over the thick scar tissue, which was forming multiple scars around his wrist. The stitches from the healing process were so clearly felt, the thick lines of scar tissue running over the poor boy's wrist, and to top it all there were as a minimum planted five of the thick lines on each of Jungkook's wrists.
"Now you are definitely not going back," Taehyung said as he gathered himself, after seeing the devastating content just right below the very ends of Jungkook's dress shirt.
It somehow hurt Taehyung deeply, seeing the thick lines of scar tissue planted over both of Jungkook's wrists, the hurt feeling repeatedly rushing through his veins, Taehyung himself could even feel the other's hurt feelings on his own body.
So strong was the connection between the two newly befriended boys.
It was surreal for the brown-haired boy to see how deeply hurt his new classmate was, the connection between them intensifying the moment Jungkook placed his plumb ass on the seat beside the brown-haired male. There was something about his everyday feelings, which changed the minute his eyes fell upon the blonde. It was like Taehyung's heart sank deeply into his chest, while admiring his new classmate. His gut tells him repeatedly to protect the shy boy. Everything screamed inside Taehyung's head, as his heart tried to circulate blood. Taehyung had never felt such a strong connection with another human being, it was all so quickly introduced and so quickly over that it left him bewildered.
"T-Taehyung…" Jungkook spoke, as Taehyung ran his long thin fingers across the other male's wrist, observing every little curve around the thick scars, "Pl-please... keep this a secret…" The poor boy begged as he wanted just the tiniest reaction from Taehyung, since his expression was lost and emotionless, "P-please…"
Those words were the last thing exchanged between the two males, before the well-known melody sounded throughout the washroom, indicating the break was over, and they must be placed inside the classroom, for five minutes.
As the melody slowly died down, the brown-haired boy's fingers had intertwined themselves with Jungkook's.
-•-
As the two boys were walking along the crowded hallway, filled to the brim with students getting their textbooks as well as exchanging a few words with one another if two friends' paths collided. Taehyung's grip on Jungkook was firm and tight as hell, while he bluntly pushed a few students who stood in his way. Jungkook didn't know what to do, rather he should try to unwrap the long slender fingers intertwined with his own, or he should softly apologize to the few students who were so unluckily pushed into the lockers.
But before he could even consider apologizing, they were already far away from the students, which saddened the blonde boy a little, as he felt a pang of guilt slowly rising in him, they wanted to apologize for being unbearable.
They suddenly turned a sharp corner, Jungkook taking a giant step to the side, avoiding walking straight into the doorframe, and stood in the door opening to their previous classroom.
Everything was placed neatly and organized on all the bookshelves, desks standing precisely in a row with one another, the whiteboard was cleaned after its last use.
It was all so organized and satisfying for the eyes.
But there was one single problem with this whole situation.
Seokjin with a few friends of his, none of Seokjin's friends looking familiar to the blonde male, no one Jungkook recall seeing in this specific classroom, was sitting on their seats, waiting patiently for the real owners. As their eyesight was turned to the doorframe, where the two males stood, looking shocked with eyes wide and mouths slightly opened.
"Well well well.." Seokjin began as he stood up, placing his feet on the ground, unhurriedly walking towards Taehyung with Jungkook standing a bit behind him, "I mostly wanted to talk to the cutie, behind you," Seokjin smirkingly continued, "But as you look protective, I guess only one option is left.." The smirk plastered over Seokjin's features grew wide, as he saw the disbelief in Taehyung's eyes while they darkened.
"Why the heck does it sound like you consider him as a toy?" Taehyung slowly growled.
"Keep accusing me of something I didn't do," Seokjin annoyingly replied, "Watch if it will affect me." The smirk on his features slowly fell, as it was replaced with an annoyed expression.
"If this is your way of saying that Jungkook 'belongs' to you, stick it up to your flat ass!" Taehyung slowly turned his head upwards meeting eyes with a now furious looking Seokjin, hands balling into tight fists.
"Just fucking piss off and give me what I want!!"
"I'm not letting Jungkook near such a jerk like you! He deserves the fucking world for what he had been through!" Taehyung suddenly loudly confessed as his intertwined fingers tightened.
"T-Taehyung-" Jungkook shyly spoke, as Tae turned his head towards the blonde behind him, meeting his eyes with an intimidating glance.
Jungkook blinked once and opened his eyes to feel Taehyung's lips press against his own. His soft smooth lips worked against his frozen ones. Jungkook shockingly placed his hands on the other's biceps, trying to push the other way, wanting an answer to the sudden kiss. The more Taehyung tried deepening the kiss, the blonde slowly started to kiss back, their lips sloppily working against one another, as they shared a passionate and deep kiss right before Seokjin's shocked face.
As they pulled apart Seokjin stormed towards the new couple, but before anything happened Taehyung was quick to intertwine their fingers and run through the now empty hallway of their school.
"I know we just met, but there is something about you that I just can't get enough of.." Taehyung spoke as they ran out of the school's main doors, "So I hope you want to try this out.."
"Of course, I will..." Jungkook happily spoke back, "You are my boyfriend.."