First class was art, which do make up for the need to come to high school and having to deal with kids pointlessly screaming at each other. Taehyung stood by the classroom door with Bokul, one hand clutched onto his fabric bag of paints and the other interwined with Bokul's.

High school basically was just a clatter of mess. To describe it visually, Taehyung saw it as a painting of all different colours, neon, dim, neutral all of it, splattered chaotically onto bare skins of each students , eventually leaving blotchy marks behind on them all. Call him deep whatever, but that's what it's like being an art student who likes to high to be inspired for art. Your brain is in a constant rollercoaster, exploring the limits to every visual.

Gosh, if only class could start sooner so he could capture it all onto paper.

"Oi, move out of the way faggot!"

There are a few open 'faggots' in this school and the reason why he knew that voice wasn't directed at him was because he knew the owner of that voice. The one and only Kim Seokjin and he would never talk to Kim Taehyung ever.

It was weird to picture the them hanging out like they did in freshmen years, when Jin worn his round spectacle and fidgeted with his sleeves that were always too long.

"Move out of the way." That would be Jimin "Did you not hear him?"

Taehyung remembers everything and that means everyone since freshmen years and he sometime could see the shadows of Jimin's smiles he used to do. So he squinted his eyes and examined the boy infront of him now, the way the blonde boy's lips were tilted upwards. He looked snarky but his eyes says it all.

"Aw, poor thing, I think that loser is obsessed with you." Jessica twirled a piece of her curled hair around her manicure fingers " Will you just look at him being all quiet and shy in front of you Jiminie."

When it comes to situations like these Taehyung knew he had to keep quiet. He was the bystander that nice policemen would come to your school and tell you not to be one. But how could he not when it could have been him in the place of that kid right now.

To be truthfully, of course Taehyung felt sorry. The poor kid who was getting bullied replaced his place. It was all because when out of nowhere, one day, Taehyung came to school holding hands with Bokul, everyone assumed Kim Taehyung the art kid was straight unquestionably. At the time, all the pranks kid anonymously did to him all just stopped. That's when he understood the situation.

"That earring is so gay, what the fuck. What kind of a boy would wear that? Are you like, transgender or something?" One of the Queen Bee's posse continues on, she folded her arms across her chest proudly as if it was the smartest remark ever made.

"Poor kid." Bokul whispers from aside him.

Yes, poor kid.

Taehyung couldn't stop looking, looking at them, who laughed so cruely. It was disgusting but he indure through it all. When they left, he watched the kid held himself up rom the ground alone, embarassed and shaken. The group walk off, still laughing as if it was nothing, but he caught Jimin looking back and Jimin saw Taehyung looking.