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It was that boy again.
The one with the cherub-like squishy cheeks and parted brunette hair.
The one who dressed in oversized sweaters one day, comfortable and snuggly workout clothes the next, and nice fitted button-downs the day after.
The one whose smile could melt hearts and summon angels.
Him.
Taehyung couldn’t handle being around the brunette. He was just too perfect, too beautiful that Taehyung’s brain would start to short-circuit as soon as he tried to process the precious little ball of squishiness or devilishly sexy heartbreaker—whichever the other boy decided to be that day because you know normal people can just decide to be smoking hot or adorably cute on-will like that right?
He knew he was crushing on the shorter boy so hard, which is why he did exactly what he does best in situations like this: run. Run far, far away from the uncomfortable bubbly feeling he got whenever he looked directly at the effervescent boy. Surely someone as perfect as that brunette boy would not want anything to do with a lanky blonde-haired kinda-weird somewhat-awkward kid like him who sometimes wore Pikachu onesies to class. No judging!—Pikachu onesies are both functional and fashionable, but the breathtaking boy standing across the hall from him probably would just think it’s childish and, well, weird.
Taehyung snapped out of his inner monologue as soon as the brunette lazily turned himself around to face toward the stairwell Taehyung was standing near. Today was a gym clothes day for the other boy: he was wearing comfy-looking black sweats with a plain white long-sleeved T-shirt, monochrome-striped athletic shoes, a black beanie, and black thick-rimmed glasses. In other words, he was flawlessly-dressed again. The way the shorter boy’s brown fringe flopped down on his forehead made his hair look extra fluffy today, contrasting with his sharp jawline and plump lips.
When the boy started to smile at him (of course he had the best eye smile ever), he realized he had been staring for far too long, and his cheeks flushed with heat as he was surely blushing red. Taehyung ran his hand through his hair and quickly turned back to go up the stairwell behind him, hoping that the brunette would go up the stairs on the other side away from him. In this building, there were two stairwells across the hall from each other in order to help alleviate foot-traffic through the crowded hallways. Taehyung’s next class was on the top floor—the fourth floor. He calmly walked up the first flight of stairs. As he reached the second floor, he looked across the hallway and saw the brunette boy looking over at him (gorgeous as ever) as he was heading toward the third floor.
Great plan to walk up the stairs across from the boy, Taetae. Way to escape that awkwardness by looking directly at him again on the next floor.
Taehyung quickened his pace, using his long legs to clear two or three steps at a time as he darted up the second flight of stairs to the third floor.
There he was again: the shorter boy was looking over at him for a third time as he continued to the fourth floor.
That does it.
Taehyung sprinted up the third flight of stairs up to the fourth floor, using his long legs and his complete and utter desire to curl himself into a very small ball in one of the lecture seats in his classroom and never be seen ever again. Making it to the fourth floor, Taehyung, panting from the exhaustion of moving way too freaking fast for a Monday morning, sighed a breath of relief when he didn’t see the brunette boy across the hall coming up the flight of stairs again. That feeling didn’t last long when a black beanie attached to a mop of brown hair violently bobbed up the last flight of stairs, bringing with it the person that Taehyung was trying to avoid.
Taehyung’s look and feeling of utter shock only multiplied when the boy looked at him, started pouting, and walked over toward him across the hall. As much as Taehyung wanted to escape into his classroom, he couldn’t will his body to move—he was stuck.
“Hmmph, stupid short legs,” Taehyung could hear him mumbling under his breath. “Hi, my name’s Jimin,” the brunette boy said, face starting to soften a bit as he did a cute little wave.
“I-I’m Taehyung,” he choked out in response.
“Well Taehyung, you’re going to meet me right here after class and I’m going to race you down the stairs to the coffee shop in the basement. Don’t be late if you want to win!~” Jimin sing-songed as he walked into his classroom.
Wait, to the coffee shop?
Did he just get asked on a date?
Taehyung almost fainted right then and there.