Taehyung stares in boredom to the large screen against the board that's to the front of the large auditorium, feeling himself zoning in and out of sleep.

Last night was just one of those nights where he couldn't sleep, no matter how much he tried. Even if he took sleeping pills. The feeling like someone was watching him kept hitting his senses, fueling his paranoia whenever he peered his eyes open to look around the room. The sensation was growing so uncomfortable and unbearable with every dreadful minute that kept passing to crawl to morning.

He checked all the cameras when the sun rose up in the horizon, only to determine it was just his imagination. Maybe he's still not over what he had to go through for the past two years back home. Shit, it's hard sometimes to fight the itch to snort cocaine like how intensely he use to do before or hold in the adrenaline to hit something overcome him from his lack of training, but he has managed to let out those urges through drinking at a random bar in town he discovered not too long ago. Not the smartest idea, but he doesn't have another option to deal with his bad habits.

He needs to feel something else to fight it back.

Just cope with what happened in some way, and being in his apartment like a caveman won't help all the time.

"Um e-excuse me?"

Taehyung was considering ignoring the small voice from the row behind him, assuming it's just the nerds discussing amongst themselves about the slides. That's until he felt a small tap on his shoulder, fighting hard to not let out an annoyed sigh to his moment of nearly passing out asleep be disturbed, before tearing his heavy eyes from the board to a figure slouching near him from behind and over his shoulder.

Woah, this person is way to close.

The red haired man raises an eyebrow, moving more to the side to give off some distance, and slightly tilts his head back to face the boy with the Harry Potter glasses.

Huh, familiar face. Has seen him every time he has class obviously, a few times in the hallways in between classes -with a few people teasing him, and briefly remembering one of his friends mentioning him back in the cafeteria.... But...

What was his name again?

Taehyung blinks multiple times, trying to browse through his memories that is heavily sluggish due to his sleep deprivation, until it finally registers like a computer scan.

Jungkook.

Ah, now it's much more clear.

Throughout the weeks that has passed, Taehyung has noticed that the small boy has often stare at him from the row behind him from time to time but didn't batter an eye too much to care evidently in the open. He's not stupid, he knows the sensation of a stare when he feels it, and that boy was most definitely staring at him.

If not all of his friends as well.

One time, maybe last class on Monday, Taehyung caught him as he was gathering his stuff and sent him a glare in return to make him turn away, but the boy only continues to stare at him with those doe eyes.

It was an odd stare.

The glasses did such a horrible job holding back the evident odd stare the raven haired boy was giving him, yet it was so intense that would make anyone's skin crawl with discomfort. Eventually the intensity between both of their gazes became too suffocating and Taehyung had to turn away, slightly being confused by how Jungkook didn't get intimidated by his look.

That kid has guts.

"Yes Jungkook?" Taehyung slowly asks, feeling his own eyes begging for sleep that he's fighting to hold back to focus.

The boy runs a shaking hand through his raven hair and nervously looks down, making Taehyung's pride slightly rise to finally making this boy intimidated with just his voice alone.

Not intimidated by the gaze but by the voice, interesting.

Yeah get scared.

Get the message I'm not a people person.

"I-I was just wondering..... I-If you could be my partner for t-the assignment we have to do," he shutters more than spits out coherently, but Taehyung caught the message.

His lips drops to a frown.

Taehyung was planning on doing it on his own, even if the instructions does say to work with a partner. Typically he doesn't do well working in pair work, since he's going to be tempted to do all the work on his own.

Oh great.

"What about your friends?" Taehyung huffs, nodding his head to the boys beside the ravenette, noticing how they are whispering to each other, offering the pair glances every once in a while.

They would be all paired up evenly, so what excuse would he have then?

"They're all pair up, three of them together and two with the other since they trust each other's skills," Jungkook whispers with a frown, eying the whole classroom, "And people don't really like me here."

Oh.

Moving his cold gaze from Jungkook to his friends, moving back to his upsetting eyes, Taehyung's cold heart actually tugged.

Something about the way Jungkook looks so tiny and vulnerable at this very moment was like this sickening vile that twitched in his insides. Maybe for a brief second Taehyung saw the little high schooler self he was before; a misfit and unwanted. Oh how desperate he craved to be wanted by more people, to not be seen so much like an outcast.

How much he wanted someone to be there for him as a friend, to defend him while he was a walking target.

At least that was before he joined Orchids.

Staring at Jungkook just brings back those nostalgic thoughts again, gaining this protective adrenaline want to fight anyone that dares lay a hand on him.

To be someone he didn't have back then.

He's so defenseless and small, just like the lanky kid Taehyung use to be.

Fuck, Taehyung hates having a heart at times.

So he sighs and slowly nods, "Yeah I'll be your pa-"

He's cut off so suddenly when a paper ball shoots in the air and to the direction to one of Jungkook's friends, hitting him hard right on the face to the center. The ball wasn't even small, that shit was pretty big. No doubt that would've ached, even if it was just paper.

The boy with brunette hair who faced the impact to his forehead and black glasses groans, rubbing his nose with his eyes tearing up from the hit, moving his glare to the side in anger.

Who the fuck did that?

Taehyung and Jungkook both snaps their heads to him when it happened, seeing the boy shaking on his seat while the other boy beside him with his curls gelled pats his arm to ease him down. The red haired man frowns as he kept his focus on him, not noticing the way Jungkook's jaw twitched with his eyes glowering to the treatment his friend got out of no where, yet he kept himself at bay with a fist on his lap to sustain himself.

Now more annoyed, Taehyung looks around to see a group of girls with a guy a few seats down in his row giggling, sending the hit boy an evil smirk while high giving each other.

Oh, they really think they are all that huh?

Taehyung glances at the boy once last time, watching how the guy to his other side with braces and platinum blonde hair beside him grips his arm, keeping a hard look on his face as the tiny man with big lips huffs heavily and glares at the group.

Seeing that group giggle only flickered Taehyung's anger, finding it just plain immature these snotty bitches are. Taehyung knows how it feels to be on the other side of the assaults and it sucks. As he mentioned before, he was always bullied before he joined Orchids in high school during his freshman year for looking too feminine or just breathing alone.

Throughout the time being in this university, despite forgetting their names or existence from time to time, he has kept an eye on these six boys that sit the row behind him; making sure from a distance they aren't harshly pushed around. Something about them intrigues Taehyung's interest.

Especially Jungkook.

Don't get Taehyung wrong, not like he admires them or anything like that, it's more so looking out for them after that altercation with the other guy on his first day and observing how some students love to use them as some punching bags around the hallways.

Why is Jungkook his peek interest? Well where to begin?

From what Taehyung has seen, the kid is as harmless as it gets. And clumsy as hell. Taehyung watched him once studying in the library, fully concentrated and focused into getting his work done. There's something about him that Taehyung wants to protect more since when he gets picked on, he's the only one that doesn't say anything back. If that means Taehyung has to show a bit of his actual identity to do it, he'll take a bit of the risk.

Which is for him to show more his hostility when pinning people against the wall to force some cooperation into leaving Jungkook, or his friends, alone, which has happened a few times already.

But Taehyung doesn't want to get too close to him, or either of them, that's why he can be a little bitch if they approach him.

The less Jungkook knows about Taehyung's existence, the better.

All the while Taehyung has also observed his friends. They all have their nerdy personalities yet Taehyung has caught on to something off about the tiny man with brunette hair that got hit with the paper ball.

He holds something twinkling behind his eyes. A gleam that Taehyung doesn't want to confuse it with something familiar connected to someone he once new in Orchids. It's impossible for that nerdy looking kid to hold that same gleam.

The kid is probably smaller than all of them, and is almost like a closed shell with a tiny voice, but that twinkle in his eyes Taehyung can't seem to shake it off.

A twinkle to kill.

Maybe it's just Taehyung's imagination and his guard rising up unnecessarily, or his sleep deprivation not letting him think proper thoughts.

But that same glint is there right now, and no matter what Taehyung tries to fit in his head, that nagging voice in his mind of paranoia is telling him that the kid has the eyes of a killer. A psychotic killer. Then again, if anyone got hit on the face with paper ball, that murderous glint would be there too, even if it was just for a second.

And so Taehyung focuses his gaze back to the group who hit him, grimacing deeply.

They're so lucky they're in a classroom right now.

Fuck this.

"Excuse me Jungkook," Taehyung mumbles and stands up from his chair, slouching down so he can move down the row without disturbing the professors lesson to obviously. His blood is pumping in such a familiar sensation that would be dangerous if he let it get out of control, just as he sits down on the chair beside them, a forced smile on his lips.

The girl next to him turns to look at the red haired boy, a wide smirk spreading her lips to the sight of the beauty.

"Well hello there," She murmurs, running her plastic nails through her black hair, "Anything you'd like?"

Taehyung's eyes falls to a hard glare, getting comfortable to face the group as a whole, "Not really, but what I would really appreciate is if you stop bothering the boy you threw the paper too, his friends included, please."

The girl's smirk drops to a frown and she rolls her eyes, just as the guy sitting beside her scoffs, "Why the fuck do you care? They're just a bunch of losers."

Taehyung's eye twitch.

Not only are the lucky they're in a classroom, but so lucky he doesn't have a kill list anymore.

"Did you not hear what I just said?" He taunts monotonously and with a much darker tone, "Leave them alone, or I will personally make your life a living hell until the semester ends."

Everyone in the group smile falls, clearly sensing the nerving tone in his voice.

An evident shiver runs down the spine of the girl beside him, sending Taehyung a wary look, "Is that a threat?"

"If the shoe fits, sometimes it's actually refreshing to not be a bitch for once," and with that Taehyung sends her a wide smile and walks back to his seat to avoid a conversation any longer, leaving the girl to nervously look back at him and uncomfortably focus back to the session while the group followed suit as well.

Good, at least they're obedient.

On his way back to his seat, Taehyung makes eye contact with the boy that was hit and sends him a wink, making the tiny man blush and look to the floor as Taehyung sits back on his own seat.

"So the partnering," Taehyung sighs casually, looking to the ravnette who was already staring at him, "Look, I'm not much of an approachable person, let alone a nice person. Knowing that, you still want to work with me?"

Taehyung truly didn't care what the other man decides to do, that's on him. If he denies, even better. So he studies the way Jungkook blinks at his face, somehow building up some sort of courage when he tilts his head up, a new gleam spreading his eyes like wild fire.

Now that caught Taehyung off guard.

"There's nothing you can do that will intimidate me," Jungkook says lowly, his tone sending an involuntary shiver to wave down Taehyung's spine, "I knew what I was requesting when I asked you."

Now there's something new filling that awkward space between the two, that's so evident. Taehyung can feel his skin crawl and his pulses racing as though he was ready for some surprise attack or something. This new... Aura he's oozing now is quite alluring, pouring out this demand rather than question of curiosity.

And it suits him, very well actually.

So he does have a tongue after all.

Taehyung runs the tip of his tongue along side his bottom lip slowly, fighting back an amused smirk as he takes in the way the boy was staring down at him with eyes practically hammering this presence onto him. It was for a moment that Taehyung new Jungkook wanted to show him that he's not just some feeble kid who needs defending, he can do that fine on his own if he was given the opportunity.

A little boldly, Taehyung rakes his eyes past his face and trails down to the baby blue oversized sweater, fitting along like a giant blank over his body. This curiosity strung strings in his mind, curious about what he would look like if he were to drag the glasses away from the boy's face and rip off his oversized clothes. Would he see something similar just as his heavy tone, a beauty of his body that Taehyung knows lies underneath in concealment to his peaking identity?

Could be.

Could be not, since the kid doesn't give much access for a hook on his imagination, just his face- That is appealing to the eye.

Despite Taehyung's mind now running into some very dark and hazard thoughts to his already sexual frustration, he has his conscious gripped on tightly.

If Taehyung were to follow it's lead, there's no telling what could happen to the kid.

No matter how tempted he is, Taehyung doesn't want to get so close to him.

"Do you now?" Taehyung taunts back, deciding just to toy a little while with this, narrowing his eyes and not hiding his smirk anymore, "Okay."

Now that caught the ravenette by surprise, snapping out of his sudden trance to blink at him.

"Okay?"

Taehyung sighs at the irony of the question and begins to load his stuff when the professor dismissed the class.

"Yes, okay," He mutters and rises to his feet, turning around to get a better look of him, fighting to not let the torturous curiosity find it's way back, "Meet me at the library at 9:45 pm tonight," and he leans slightly to his face, making the boy shuffle uncomfortably back in his seat.

Taehyung suddenly smiles, heavily staring down to his lips.

"Don't be late."

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A/N:
Well, we are stirring something up in here!! Taekook is blossoming! Let's see how that goes

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