The class subsequently came to an end. Throughout the intact class, you found yourself zoning out because no offence, Chemistry always bored you. Although Mr. Choi was kind, not a single person was showing interest except for your seat partner who was none other than Mister Marathon.

During the class, you did spare a few glances his way and noticed how he furrowed his brows while he concentrated on whatever was coming out of Mr. Choi's mouth. You didn't wanna admit but he did look attractive while incessantly tugging at his lower lip and scribbling down a few notes in his notepad.
You abruptly packed your stuff and headed out as soon as possible because one, you were in no mood to deal with his attitude and two, it was english meaning you had to pick up Azalea.

A whole crowd of students filled the hallways as everyone rushed past each other in hopes to reach their next class without any furthur delay. You ordained to squeeze past the students because Azalea's class was farther down the hall but ended up pushing someone a bit too harshly. 'Oh shit." You winced hoping to pass by without being noticed but tragically, luck was never on your side during these circumstances.

"Woah woah, where do you think you're going missy." A deep velvety voice entered your ears.
You stopped in your tracks and shut your eyes, cursing as your little act surely didn't go unnoticed. "Yeah hello, I'm talking to you."
You heard the rich voice call for you again resulting in you slowly turning around while silently praying to god to help you escape but instead your eyes went round and you found yourself falling into a trance the second time that day.

'Ethereal.'

That's the first word which came to your mind while eyeing the person standing infront of you. Dirty blonde locks cascaded down his forehead, slightly covering his perfectly shaped brows, eyes holding an intense look.
Next, your eyes travelled to his well structured features with a jawline as sharp as your regular knife and those soft heart shaped lips.
A snap of fingers vacillated you out of your stupor and your eyes snapped to meet his, which now held a mirthful look.

'Did god just decide to come down from the heavens and bless my pathetic ass?' You can't help that thought from evading your mind but it soon shattered when he spoke the next sentence. "I know I'm sexy, you don't have to stare sweety." An egotistical look overtook his visage, his lips pulled up in a smug smile.

A nasty scowl consumed your features and you had the sudden urge to punch someone or why not just him. But you could only hoist your lips in a fake smile. "Ah no you got me wrong, I was just checking if you're fit enough to be my next trashcan so I can puke in it." You finished with a satisfied coy look. The smirk he proudly wore a few seconds ago got knocked off and he stared at you with a dumbfounded expression. "Excuse me?"

"Well you see, good looks cause indigestion to me so I can't help but gag." He lightly scoffed at your statement and shook his head in what you assumed disbelief while biting his lower lip. After a few moments, he looked back up at you with that same smirk on his goddamn face.

"Kim Taehyung." he extended his hand forward for you to shake making you raise your brows. "Well, aren't you forgetting something." He retreated his hand back awkwardly and cleared his throat when you didn't accept it.

"Ah yes, my apologies. I should've pushed a bit more harder." Saying that, you turned around before resuming your walk to your best friend's class.

Kim Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle at your audacious attitide as he stared at your retreating form. "Fiesty, I like it."

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You walked down the hallway thinking about your conversation with Taehyung earlier and scoffed in disbelief. 'Fucking Narcissist.' You really weren't a fan of guys with such a demeanour and hated the fact that most of the girls are always ready to throw themselves at such dudes, later getting their hearts broken. Honestly, you hated their guts. Not because they were bold, but because they were unnecessarily arrogant.

Ulteriorly, you reached Azalea's assumed history class and mentally thank the heavens for being able to find her class among the wild crowd. You then stood by the door waiting for her to come out but your jaw dropped when you see her departing with your brother. 'So this is why she was this excited.' You thought.

Yoongi was also majoring in history along with music since he's into music but you definitely didn't know that all the academic students of this particular subject had a class altogether. You cleared your throat making them both widen their eyes when they noticed you standing outside with your arms crossed across your chest.

"Well well well, who do we have here?" You said with a cheshire like grin adorning your face. Yoongi immediately sprinted away because his so called friend urgently called him. You turned to look at your best friend and saw her fiddling with her fingers. Swinging an arm around her shoulders, you started to drag her to your next class; English.

"No wonder you were this excited." You wiggled your brows while taking a right turn.
"Shut up." She glared at you, her lips lifted up in a pout. You laughed and soon you two reached your next class. Upon entering the class, you found two vacant seats in the middle row and settled down. "Why didn't you say me Yoongi and you had classes together?" You turned towards her.

"I knew you'd tease me so I didn't say." She admitted embarrased while you rose your brow. "Wow, I'm happy I reached on time and caught you then." You once again wiggled your brows teasingly, making her slap your arm.

"Enough about me. How was your first class, found any hot chics?" And there goes your mood. Just thinking about it made you grimace. "Not one but two." Her face brightened.

"What, really? How do they look? Are they hot? Are they cute? Are they-" She rambled but you cut her off.

"Yo, calm down will you? And please, they both are literal jerks." You stopped her from shaking your form before rolling your eyes at her pointless enthusiasm. "That means they were good because according to your logic, the entire male population are jerks." She sarcastically retorted.

You were about to propel a scournful remark but stopped dead in your tracks when you witnessed those same jerks enter the classroom with your brother in the middle while both his arms were draped around their shoulders. "What the fuck?!"

"What?" Azalea followed the direction of your eyes and watched Yoongi entering with his gang. She turned to look at your flabbergasted state still gaping at the boys. "Um they are Yoongi's friends." Your eyes widened creating a pure gobsmacked comportment and you felt nauseated. "No fucking way."

"Wait, why?" Azalea questioned, confused at your unanticipated actions. "Dude! Those are the same two jerks I was talking about." You stated in disbelief.

You observed Taehyung scanning the class until his eyes landed on you staring before he turned around to whisper something in Jungkook's ear making him look directly your way. You instantly averted your gaze away from them to see Azalea peering at you with an amused smirk plastered on her face. "What, want me to slap that smirk off your ugly face? You hissed irritatingly.

"This is gonna be so fun." She started chortling making you glower.

"Fuck you." You spat at her.

"Gladly." She spoke in between her giggles and you huffed in annoyance before slumping down on your seat.

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A/N: Hope everyone's staying home and taking care of themselves during this hard time. Please keep in mind to stay safe, healthy and clean. Love you all, fighting! 💜

Is everyone ready to sync their Army bombs during Bang Bang Con??

He had to kill us by dropping the infamous "Professor Jeon" look smh.