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"Hurry up! We're late," Jimin called out as he stepped out of the car, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the top four buttons of his black shirt, revealing a hint of his chiseled chest beneath. The urgency in his voice carried a sense of excitement rather than frustration.

Taehyung responded with a nonchalant hum, mirroring Jimin's actions as he handed over the car keys. Before relinquishing them, he ensured the car was securely locked with a quick press of the digital lock. Jimin, with a mischievous grin, took the key and twirled it around his finger like a seasoned jock, exuding an air of effortless cool.

They hurried across the parking lot, their footsteps echoing in sync. The campus was abuzz with activity, though most of the students had already settled into their classes. A few stragglers and new students lingered in the reception area, busy collecting their lesson planners, fee books, and other administrative necessities.

As they stepped inside the building, the stark contrast between the chilly interior and the warm outdoor air enveloped them. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a loud, relieved exclamation. "Fuck, it feels nice!"

His voice carried through the spacious reception area, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Heads turned, eyes widened, and a few amused smiles appeared. Jimin, ever the opportunist, took advantage of the moment to scan the crowd for potential new conquests. His gaze landed on a group of fresh faces, his eyes gleaming with interest.

He nudged Taehyung in the ribs, causing him to mouth a silent "What happened?" Jimin's grin widened, and he leaned in to whisper, "Check out the new chicks. Ahh, look at the one in the line."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the line of students. "There are many in line, Jimin-ah. I don't even know if you're talking about a boy or girl."

Jimin chuckled, his eyes dancing with playful mischief. "Does it matter? Just look at them. Fresh meat."

Taehyung rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "You're incorrigible."

"Uff-ho! That girl, the last fifth one. Damn man! I can figure out the shape of her bra from that thin fabric. She wore such a contrasting match...hmm seems like she is a little slutty. What do you think?" Jimin asked, judging the girl without two fucks like a creepy jock.

"Better look at the one with nerdy glasses,"- Taehyung, well he was no less, always supportive to his innocent brother.

"eh? She is wearing whole buttoned up and straight pants." Jimin snickered lowly, pressing a hand on his mouth because when he laughs, it's over.

"Bro! She is pandora's box with sinful things beside that basic facade. I'm able to sense it. Just look at her body proportion." The youngest advised to the male who later on nodded in agreement, eyes scanning cautiously.

"You've got pigeon's eyes bro." Jimin praised. "But you must look for anyone for yourself or you gonna stick up to your so called fuck buddy this year too?!. Don't tell me that you're dating that living meme pack." He added, unable to resist the eye roll.

"I won't be getting anyone this year too. I don't see any particular nice ass, nicer than his." Well Taehyung is a bisexual but with more interest in boys like even when he fucks with girls, he'll make sure to try anal, atleast once. Totally gay.

Jimin nodded, dropping the topic and went to wish their accounts' teacher sweetly like a good student he was. Taehyung was left to stare alone.

He scanned his eyes around the whole room trying to find an ass of his taste, he looked throught feet then to lower bottom but No! Ah, so much deficiency! Taehyung looked to his left and then his eyes got stuck on a perfect bubbly butt which was just awesome ,he licked his lips and looked up at the person only to curse himself as 'this' person was Jimin himself.

"Bro, why the heck he is putting his ass on show to disturb me?! Bastard! Well well *looks at someone* got you bae." Taehyung grinned before moving at the pro desk where teachers were digitally marking themselves as present by giving their fingerprints and getting their faces scanned by the digital scanner and entering a passcode. Too long process anyways!

"Good morning, Mr Wang."

He said to his sports coach who was talking with another teacher, smiling at whatever they were talking about. Jackson didn't even look at him and just nodded and ding— Wrong Move, because Taehyung loathes such dry responses.

He bent down as if tying his shoe laces, face levelled up with his coach's bottom, but instead of tying his laces which were already neatly tied, he hardly bit Jackson's ass making him yelp, making sure no one saw him doing that.

"AHHH" Jackson yelped, immediately jumping on his spot, his hands flying back to rub on the flesh.

"Whar happened Mr. Wang ?" The fellow teacher asked, concerned about his sudden reaction.

"Ah pardon. Its nothing, I'll be going." Jackson said and glared his student who was simply standing there with a tiny yet  evident smirk which was meant for mocking the elder. The coach immediately went to him, glaring him with anger.

"Tae, what was that? Many people are around us. Do you want us to get caught? I seriously have a job to do," He asked, a little frustrated because he was already having a bad morning.

"Well, you called it upon yourself, sir. And talking about people, so doesn't baby fantasies himself getting railed by me shamelessly? Huh?!" Taehyung said while give fake gestures as if a student talking formally to a teacher.

"Y-you someone will hear us and no need t-to expose my kinks, you pervert." Jackson replied, his cheeks warming up a litt while he was trying to shoo away the boy who dominates him so easily. Like it's so natural for them.

Taehyung laughs a little before nodding and walks away but not before throwing a small or almost unnoticeable yet dirty wink but the shy smile on the teacher face tells that he got it.

Taehyung ruffled his own hair with satisfaction, laughing to himself while looking down and looked up only to find Jimin glaring him with his arms crossed. He gulped and nervously smiled because he knew it very well that an angry Jimin could be very dangerous.

"Lets go if you met your pedophile lover properly, hm?" Jimin barked right into his ears, lips jutted out in a prominent pout

"shh baby, why so furious?" The younger chuckled silently making Jimin's pout even more evident as he tried to shove him away lightly.

"Lets go shall we?" Jimin said with gritted teeth, flipping his hair back, followed by a heavy roll of eyes.

He held Taehyung's hand protectively and walked towards their classroom , totally unaware of the subtle smile evident on Taehyung's face who held back Jimin's palm, squeezing it a little.

Their banter continued as they made their way through the reception area, drawing curious glances from the new students. Jimin's confident swagger and Taehyung's laid-back charm created an intriguing contrast that was hard to ignore. They were a dynamic duo, each complementing the other's personality in a way that made them stand out.

As they approached the receptionist's desk, Jimin leaned casually against the counter, flashing a charming smile at the receptionist. "Hey there, we're a bit late. Can you help us out?"

The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, softened slightly at Jimin's charisma. "Names?"

"Jimin and Taehyung," Jimin replied smoothly. "We're here to pick up our schedules."

She nodded and handed them their schedules with a curt smile. "Try to be on time next time."

"Will do," Jimin said, winking as he took the papers.

They turned to leave, but not before Jimin's eyes wandered back to the line of new students. He spotted a particularly attractive individual, their hair a striking shade of blue, standing out amidst the crowd. Jimin elbowed Taehyung again, nodding towards the person.

"Blue hair," he whispered. "Think they're into bad boys?"

Taehyung snorted. "With you, Jimin, everyone's into bad boys."

Jimin laughed, the sound rich and infectious. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

With that, they strode confidently down the hallway, the excitement of the new school year and the thrill of potential new adventures propelling them forward. As they were about to enter their classroom, they collided with someone. The girl cursed as her accessories scattered across the floor.

"You turnip-ghost! Rotten Egg!" she exclaimed in a cute yet furious voice, making Jimin's heart do somersaults. He was taken aback by the oddity and charm of her curses. On the other hand, Taehyung's irritation grew, his patience already worn thin by the day's events.

"Had enough of your weird curses?!" Taehyung barked at the girl, who looked up with the prettiest doe eyes, pink pouty lips, and a cute nose scrunched in anger. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't help but notice how her features, even in anger, were undeniably captivating.

"Enough, enough... don't flare your nostrils like a bull," Taehyung snarled while Jimin collected her accessories from the floor. His hands moved quickly but gently, as if handling something precious.

"Here, take it," Jimin offered the accessories to the girl, who sweetly smiled at him before turning back to glare at Taehyung. Her smile lingered in his mind, a fleeting moment of warmth in the cold reception of the school day.

"You, mister, learn from your boyfriend. I bet you must've forced him to date you because he would never date a jerk like you in his sober state of mind," she snickered, and Jimin struggled to hold back his laughter. The absurdity of her assumption amused him, and he found her boldness refreshing.

"The fuck? Eh? We are not boyfriends! And I bet if the situation were different, he would be my wife by now," Taehyung snapped back, making Jimin tense up. The thought unsettled him, not because of the idea itself, but because it hinted at the depths of their bond that was complicated by familial ties.

Did that mean Taehyung would have married Jimin if they weren't brothers? Gross!

"I'm sorry on his behalf, miss. He's actually my brother and can be too much sometimes. He's not in a good mood today, right, Tae? Say sorry to her," Jimin commanded the younger one, who looked at him with an 'are you kidding me?' expression.

'I'll tell Dad,' Jimin mouthed silently. The threat was a familiar one, a remnant of their childhood dynamics. Taehyung sighed and bent down to tie his shoelaces, then held the girl's leg tightly, attempting to pull her down.

"I'm so, so sorry, pretty lady. I was not in my right mind," he said, shaking her leg while she stood there too shocked to respond. Taehyung's voice had softened, a stark contrast to his earlier harshness, revealing a layer of vulnerability he seldom showed.

As Taehyung was about to pull her leg, he sensed something. Raising an eyebrow in amusement, he tried to sniff her scent but was thwarted by the cologne she was wearing. He stood up, pulled her closer by the waist, and hugged her, burying his head in the crook of her neck where the scent gland was located. His actions were instinctual, driven by an unexplainable connection he felt.

The girl was left with wide eyes and parted lips, while Jimin was shocked to the core. What was going on? Did Taehyung also like her? 'Also,' because Jimin had developed an interest in her. And why was Taehyung acting so strangely?

"Sorry. I was being chased by a clingy girl and took my anger out on you. I'm sorry," Taehyung said, his voice honey-coated, which Jimin could easily detect. The transformation in his demeanor was unsettling yet intriguing, hinting at a deeper complexity within him.

"Umm... it's okay," she managed to say. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her attempt to remain composed.

"No, no, no, it's not okay... give me a chance to be your friend. I want to make amends," he insisted, hugging her tighter, his hands firmly around her petite waist. The desperation in his touch spoke volumes, a silent plea for redemption.

"Okay, friends?" she replied, trying to escape the hug, while Jimin watched with bored and uninterested eyes. Yet, beneath his casual exterior, a flicker of protectiveness sparked, a subconscious response to seeing Taehyung so unguarded.

"Thanks," Taehyung finally said. Relief washed over him, a small victory in his tumultuous day.

She turned to Jimin and offered her hand. "I'm Lee Hiya. Nice to meet you."

"Kim Jimin... nice to meet you too," Jimin responded, shaking hands with her. They looked into each other's eyes and withdrew their hands with shy smiles. In that brief connection, Jimin felt a sense of calm, a promise of something new and exciting.

Taehyung observed their interaction with a knowing smirk. Jimin had chosen her, but it wouldn't be that easy. He knew his brother well enough to sense the undercurrent of emotions brewing.

Hiya then turned to Taehyung. He was about to extend his hand for a handshake when she surprised both brothers by hugging him. Her unexpected warmth caught him off guard, momentarily disarming his defenses.

"Nice to meet you too, dear friend. Hope to see you again, and don't let others' negativity control your mind, hmm? You are a good person, and don't let others affect your behavior," she said, breaking the hug with a smile. Her words lingered in the air, a gentle reminder of kindness in a world that often lacked it.

Her kind demeanor made Jimin think she was an angel. If she married Jimin, maybe she could bring Taehyung onto the right path. But then he mentally scolded himself—he was a playboy who wanted to enjoy life, not settle down.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Kim Taehyung," he replied, his voice softer than usual, touched by her genuine kindness.

"Okay, bye... bye Jimin-ssi. Bye Taehyung-ah." She waved and entered the same classroom the brothers were headed to. Her departure left a lingering sense of hope, a bright spot in their otherwise routine day.

Jimin entered the class with a smile, looking at her, while Taehyung had an evil smirk plastered on his irresistible, handsome face. The contrast in their expressions hinted at the complexity of their feelings and the unspoken competition brewing between them.

"Long year ahead," Taehyung said to Jimin, who rested his head on Taehyung's shoulder, closing his eyes in relaxation and nodding. The weight of the school year felt lighter in that moment of camaraderie.

"I don't wanna study," Jimin whined, hugging Taehyung and looking at him with pouty lips. The playful complaint was a familiar comfort, a return to simpler times.

Taehyung chuckled, taking his two fingers and kissing them before pressing them against Jimin's pouty lips, making the latter giggle at their silly childhood antics. Their bond, though tested, remained unbroken, a testament to their deep connection.

"Studying is a disease that everyone has to go through," Taehyung said, urging Jimin to focus on his studies. His voice carried a blend of humor and wisdom, a reflection of their shared experiences.

Jimin nodded in defeat and began looking at his lesson chart, holding Taehyung's hand under the desk. Taehyung was also busy boring holes into his sheet, their shared focus creating a silent solidarity.

But what they both didn't notice was the whole class observing their little actions, while Hiya found it a cute kind of bromance. The onlookers saw not just two brothers, but two souls intricately intertwined, navigating the challenges of life together.

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Hope I fulfilled my promise of another update. Love y'all. Tomorrow VMAs is taking place , I hope BTS wins like they always did.

Date- 28'th August
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