­            “Omo! Kim Taehyung is so cute!”

            “Did you hear? Kim Taehyung was singing to himself on the bus this morning. He has the voice of an angel!”

            “Dude it was so ing crazy, Kim Taehyung broke up a fight in the cafeteria! These two guys were arguing and he started dancing on the table in front of them. They were laughing so hard they forgot what they were yelling about!”

            “I heard Kim Taehyung wore those special pants that rip off the other day? He had to give a presentation in his creative writing class and he just went up to the front of the class and ripped off his pants! It was so crazy!”

            Jungkook groaned and turned up the volume of the music blasting in his headphones. His poor eardrums were quite possibly bleeding but he didn’t care. It was better than hearing more about that idiot Kim Taehyung, the new transfer student that the whole school collectively adored. He was dumb, to put it simply. He did the stupidest , borderline juvenile delinquent kind of stupid, and just got away with it. People stared long enough to have a good laugh but when it came to punishment they just turned the other cheek. It was ridiculous.

            Of course, it wasn’t always like this.

            Before Taehyung had transferred, Jungkook had been the guy. He was popular and good looking. He got good grades and is the most talented member in the dance troupe (okay, so maybe the latter fact is slightly exaggerated, but Jungkook doesn’t think so). The girls were wild about him, not this overgrown, snot-nosed infant Taehyung.

            Jungkook registered somebody tapping on his shoulder. Turning to look, he saw a girl with delicate, pretty features looking at him shyly. When he met her gaze she blushed in the slightest, smiling nervously.

            He pulled out his headphones and smiled back, “Sorry about that, can I help you?”

            Her blush deepened, his smile tended to have that kind of effect and he relished in it a bit, “Well, um… okay so, this is kind of embarrassing but…” she laughed awkwardly and pulled out her phone.

            “Oh, do you want my number?” He took the phone from her hand, on-purpose-accidentally brushing his pinky finger against the back of her palm with a sort of technique from practice.

            “Well, no actually I uh…” she trailed off and laughed more, absolutely beet red at this point. It was adorably endearing and Jungkook smiled again, more sincerely as he waited for her to finish, he had come to learn to be respectful and patient in situations like this, “I was wondering if you…. Well I wanted to know if you would by any chance be able to…”

            Go out? Jungkook raised an eyebrow, it had been some time since he had been asked out and he was excited with the attention.

            “If maybe you could… give me Kim Taehyung’s phone number….?”

            Jungkook drops the smile instantly at the name. He blinks in surprise before his face begins to crumple into an expression of disgust, “Why in the world would I have his phone number?”

            “Well it’s just… you’re popular and he’s…. well he’s really popular and I thought maybe…” her shoulders tensed up and she bit at her lip.

            “I’m not friends with him, sorry, try someone else,” he answered quietly. Coldly. It took a lot of willpower, but he managed to set the phone at the edge of the table calmly before slinging his bag over a shoulder and blasting his music just a little louder, storming his way out of the cafeteria.

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