their math period was going on, taehyung was busy drawing all angles and figures for the trigonometry lesson when he felt a ball of paper hit his resting elbow. he picked it up and flattened it to read it.

'i washed it myself.
you saw nothing yesterday.'

the words were written in blue, obviously of gel ink. taehyung tilted to his right, finding jungkook copying whatever the teacher was writing on the board. he saw his brown handkerchief quietly laying near his cheap notebook.

it brought a ray of blush across taehyung's cheeks. the thought of jungkook touching his bare handkerchief, even cleaning it with his, perhaps, soft hands, is doing things inside taehyung's tummy.

oh, this crush culture.

now, forgive him if he has drawn the wrong triangles or has written the altered definitions of many important terms, or completely forgot about the announcement of an upcoming quiz because he was busy writing jungkook's name with hearts around it on the last page of his notebook with his bogus black ballpoint pen.

he totally regretted it when he heard jimin scolding him while waiting for their van back at the bench. he was glad that jimin readily gave him his own notes. without a question.

he ponders upon the sweet nature of jimin's hospitality. taehyung would love to know the boy more, to let him know about taehyung more. taehyung wants to tell him that he is more than just a cliche geek, that he wants to feel stars around him too, that he wants people to know about his lens of life too.

taehyung feels himself sink knee-deep at jimin's generosity. he does not get to see many people like jimin. taehyung hopes to himself, that it would have been better if he had fallen for jimin instead.

he would have easily let him know about his feelings, without any pressure. he would have got the equal zeal back. he would have been accepted by jimin far more easily.

it is so easy to fall in love with jimin and not feel troubled about it. and it's evenly laborious and strenuous with jungkook.

maybe that is the fun of it.

taehyung tried to forget jimin's protests before he went in the vehicle alone today. a library excuse is fine for meanwhile, taehyung just wants to stay here.

most of the students went home, and only the ones from grades eleven and twelve are taking their last classes in the second building. which leaves taehyung and jungkook alone on the bench.

it might rain, taehyung thought, looking up at the grey sky while gripping his umbrella. he thinks about how jungkook will go home, he never stayed long enough to know. but from what he can connect, jungkook is waiting for someone to pick him up.

taehyung clutched the straps of his bag tighter. he was wearing it while sitting so that he can go right when the van comes into view. he stood up to find something in his bag, only to seem occupied.

but he might have skipped how he did not unzip his bag after putting jimin's notes in. nevertheless, all of his belongings went flying away on the ground. and it started raining as well.

there is no way to make a fool out of himself even more. in the fear of wetting all of the papers, he rushed to gather them. some repelled because of the wind, and some were absorbing the rain.

well, jungkook was quick enough to collect the ones closest to him. he picked them all up until none were scattered on the wet surface, he studied the ones on top and paused.

"you, you read mo dao zu shi? the manhua?" jungkook asked, tone full of eagerness as he showed the sloppy sketches to taehyung. he could see how tense it made taehyung act as if it could go more.

"huh? n-no, i don't know what you are t-talking about, how did these get in my bag? i don't know- i really don't know. oh my god, i don't know anything." taehyung panicked, shuffling from left to right, and quickly stole his charcoal sketches from jungkook's light hold.

jungkook chuckled. ugh, his honey voice ringing in taehyung's ears. he blushed profusely from being both flustered and clumsy.

"it looks exactly like wei wuxian." jungkook comments, looking back at the drawings again. taehyung used a charcoal pencil and a red pen for school, no other supplies.

"you think so?" taehyung whispered to himself but jungkook heard it and hummed right after. jungkook traced his fingers above the character's long hair and slim waist.

"so perfect." he said dreamily. "you made a lot of his drawings, you like him too much, no?" he asked, now sitting right next to taehyung, examining his proportioned artworks.

taehyung smiled shyly, looking away. "he's really cute." taehyung said softly. he came out of trance and into reality. "y-you know it too? i mean-"

"yeah, i know. oh, the popular boy likes reading gay manhuas, yes, and i love it." jungkook spoke, lightning up the mood.

"n-no, that's not what i m-meant. i was just not expecting anyone to be nice about it. n-nobody really cares to ask what i like, i just-"

"it's cool. don't worry, no one asks me either." jungkook smiled sadly. it was getting awfully quiet between them, taehyung started putting his things back in his bag, jungkook smiled at him.

"have any of lan zhan's?" that made taehyung smile but his van reached the school, ruining the moment. "it's okay, you go ahead, taehyung."

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