Kim Taehyung could be called a jock, well, technically. He was utterly handsome to say the least, and popular too. Girls and boys alike fell head over heels for him, and he was a part of the school football team.

But he was as much of a jock as much as Seokjin, his brother, hated food, which is to say, not in the slightest.

Sure, he loved football, his aura oozed confidence, and his wide boxy smile charmed all. His voice was deeper than perhaps the ocean itself, yet soft and thick like honey. He had a lot of friends, and a hell lot of admirers. But he was the strong and silent kind.

He preferred to stay by himself at times, alone with his thoughts, observing everything around him. It gave him a strange sense of peace. Looking at how the sun shone on the dew drops, making them glow like tiny golden marbles. How butterflies, their wings painted in all colours, from lilacs to blues to reds and yellows, fluttered from flower to flower. How the stars shone like little diamonds, adorning the night sky with their silver brilliance.

He observed everything and everyone. People passing by, dressed in various states of shabby to crisply clean, or how certain voices sounded - melodious, honey sweet, thick, or sometimes waspish. The world was full of abundance, and Taehyung loved to take in as much as he could.

Today, once again, Taehyung was lost in thought, absent mindedly chewing at end of his pencil when he was snapped back to reality by the sudden, vague awareness that his teacher's droning voice was no longer boring into the students. She'd been interrupted by the arrival of a boy, whose backside was now visible to Taehyung as he arranged some papers on the teacher's desk.

He found himself staring at the boy's fine, round ass and had a sudden, wild urge to spank it.

Taehyung shook his head and turned his attention upwards, at the boy's head. He found himself staring at it too, at the boy's silver locks. The sunlight from the windows shone on his hair, making them shine an enchantingly bright silver colour. They softly fell around the boy's head, curling slightly in places. Taehyung was awestruck. It was an artwork in itself, and Taehyung had an eye for art.

"That's all of the paperwork, Mrs. Lee. Principal Kang said everything was in order and asked me to tell you he was particularly impressed."

"Oh thank you so much, dear. I have no idea what us teachers would do without you," Mrs. Lee smiled. "You may return to your class now."

Taehyung visibly flinched at his teacher's waspish voice, wishing that the boy would speak again. His voice had captured Taehyung in a trance. It was sweet and soft, a bit high pitched, but with a hint of sexiness, a subdued lazy tone, almost as if he'd had a strong accent that had become hidden under the city dialect.

The boy turned to leave and Taehyung caught sight of his face. He had soft, round features which contrasted with his sharp jawline. Taehyung felt that the boy could slice him with it and he wouldn't mind. He had a small nose and bright eyes, which turned to crescent moons when he smiled. His soft silver locks fell down to his eyebrows in a messy, adorable sort of way, and his ears had a few piercings. But what enchanted Taehyung the most were his lips. They looked so soft and plump and just so kissable. This boy was ethereal. He was so sexy, and yet so...soft. All at the same time.

The said boy walked away, leaving Taehyung to stare at his sexy gait. He bowed to the teacher as he neared the door.

"Thanks again, Jimin," Mrs. Lee said fondly.

Jimin. So that was his name.