"G'morning, transfer student!" Taehyung beamed, blocking Jeongguk path in the hallway. "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Shouldn't you be in class, softie? Aren't you mr. goody-goody?" the red-head threw back, clearly annoyed. He tried to move away from the smiling boy, but he blocked him again.

"I don't believe that's my name, transfer student."

"Oh and transfer student can be my name, huh? Can you just shut your mouth and move out of my way before my fist gets involved?"

"Your wish is my command," he said, stepping aside, but instead of leaving the younger be, he decided to follow him.

"Stop following me," Jeongguk said sternly.

"Where are you going?" the older asked, ignoring the boy's previous words.

"None of your damn business."

"I was just wondering, are you are really 17? You act like you're 24 and the leader of a mafia or something."

Jeongguk stopped in his tracks, not being able to handle any more of the torture that is titled as Kim Taehyung. "What the hell do you want now?" He screamed, fortunately all classroom doors were closed.

"I just wanna be friends."

The red-hed closed his eyes, taking a big deep breath in to calm himself from exploding. He exhaled all the air out and opened his eyes to the sight of the older still present although he wished he wasn't. Jeongguk averted his gaze to the poster behind him, his interest surprisingly perking up at the content of the poster. Taehyung seemed to have noticed, and turned to see what could've possibly caught his attention.

"Dance club sign up?" the brunet read, and then it clicked. He turned back to Jeongguk with a wide smile. "You're into dance?" He yelled, not minding that every time he yells Jeongguk gets more and more pissed.

"Never said I was."

"Oh the dance club is great! Two of my friends are in and one of them actually is in charge this year. You should definitely sign up for audition!" Taehyung said, rushing to the sign-up sheet and scribbling the younger's name on.

"The fuck dude? Never said you can write my name on shit," Jeongguk steamed, crossing out his name. "Look, whatever you're tryna do, it ain't gonna work. Now just give up on whatever bet you made with Jesus to make the world a better place and leave me the alone." With that, Jeongguk walked off to wherever he was going, leaving Taehyung to stare at his back. A quick thought flasher through Taehyung's, "Has the male's uniform always looked this good?"

"It ain't that easy to get rid of me, sweetie!" the boy yelled. In response, Jeongguk flashed his middle finger as he disappeared through a corner.

Taehyung smiled, finding this whole situation amusing for some odd reason. He turned back to the sign up sheet, and picked up the pen again, quickly writing down "Jeon Jeongguk — I will do my best! Hwaiting!" He had to control himself from laughing to hard, but decided it was enough for now.

This was great. Finding a better hobby helped Taehyung change a lot. Once he became a part of the art club, he knew he didn't need to go around smoking pot to fit in. Maybe the same could happen to Jeongguk. Taehyung pulled out his phone, and took a quick picture. He also finally noticed the time. "Shit, Kang's gonna kill me."

The brunet began running to his classroom as fast as he could. He abruptly opened the door, gaining the attention of everyone.

"Nice of you to finally join us, Mr. Kim," their professor, Ms. Kang, spoke. "Twenty-two minutes
late, almost broke your record."

A frantically panting Taehyung flashed her a quick smile. "I'm sorry, Ms. Kang. I was— was just— hold on a sec— phew what a run. Anyways, my dog— y'know my dog Yeont—"

"Yes, the one who has an addiction to your homework."

"Yes, yes, him! He ha—"

"Just take a seat, Taehyung. We're on chapter thirteen, try to catch up," Ms. Kang cut him off, tired of hearing his lame excuses.

"Thank you," he said, rushing to his seat, his sly smile still not wiping off his face.

"Dude, where the hell where you?" Jimin whispered from the seat beside him. Fortunately, Ms. Kang couldn't hear as they were seated at the back.

"Was talking to the Jeon kid."

Jimin's eyes widened. "Wait, y'mean you're actually taking this bet seriously?"

"Of course. I can't wait to see you in such colourful hair."

"In your dreams, Tae."

~~~

Chattering in the cafeteria was quite normal, but there was common words flying around that made the whole student body want to chatter even more. Those two words being 'Jeongguk' and 'dance', people never thought they'd head a sentence with both.

"There's no way! This is probably one of his tricks again!" Hoseok yelled, putting down his tray as he took a seat.

Taehyung just smiled and raised his shoulders. "Maybe he has an interest in dance."

"Jeon Jeongguk and dance? Impossible," Jin commented, earning agreeing nods.

"Oh c'mon guys, did you ever expect me to have an interest in drawing and painting?" the art club's vice-president tried to persuade his friends.

Before any of the boys could open their mouth to speak more, the cafeteria doors suddenly snapped open, a steaming red-head coming out.

"Kim fucking Taehyung, I'm going to kill you!" He screamed, everyone in the cafeteria becoming silent, staring at either the Jeongguk or Taehyung.

"Holy shit," Yoongi said, trying to suppress a laugh. "What'd you do now?"

Jeongguk walked up at a fast space. Without looking back, he picked up the first carton of milk he could find and threw it straight Taehyung. With quick reflex, the older picked up his tray, letting his food spill on the table, and blocked himself from the possible danger.

"Yah, Jeon Jeongguk! Are you insane? That was a perfectly good milk carton!" the now fuming Taehyung yelled. He picked up his hamburger from his table and threw it straight at the red-head, hitting him on his chest.

Jeongguk visibly poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "You're dead meat." He began throwing all food he saw on sight at the older, he threw back just as many.

"Food fight!" a random girl yelled. And that's all it took for all the students to begin throwing food at each other, not minding if it's their parents taxes that are being wasted.

Jeongguk had enough of the idiots he calls his schoolmates, and approched the brunet who had forgotten who he was arguing with in the first place, throwing food at anyone he sees as if he's having time of his life. The younger quickly grabbed Taehyung's arm, and pulled him outside of the cafeteria without being seen. They both did their best to cover from the food, but no matter what, they knew they will be smelling like ketchup for the rest of the day.

"The fuck do you think you're doing signing my name up on— hey, are you listening to me? Softie? Kim?" Jeongguk began furiously, but noticed the older was staring oddly at his face.

"Yeah, it's just— is that icing?" Taehyung used his thumb to wipe off the substance on Jeongguk's cheek. He then swiftly brought it to his lip, tasting whatever it was. "Yup, definitely cinnamon icing. Which fucker brought cinnamon rolls to school without giving me some?"

He looked back to see that Jeongguk's hair wasn't the only feature that was red. "Hey, are you alright? Are you allergic to this or something, you're turning red." Taehyung brought his hand to the younger's forehead, wanting to feel his temperature, but it was quickly swatted away.

"D-don't touch me."

Taehyung was a little shocked, but he quickly backed away knowing he shouldn't go into other's personal space.

"Anyways! No matter how many times you write my name on that, I won't be showing up to the stupid auditions. What a waste of time. I said this before and I'll say it again, leave me alone, Softie." Jeongguk walked away, rubbing his face furiously trying to get rid of any prints the older would've left, and yelling internally at himself for blushing like that. He also prepared himself to bitch about Taehyung to the rest of the boys, about how he just completely despised him and his perfectly sculpted face.

"Auditions at four tomorrow in the auditorium, you better be there or be square!" Taehyung yelled, hoping his message conveyed.

"Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jeongguk, please report to the principal's office. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jeongguk, please report to the principal's office," was heard over the p.a., making Taehyung groan for loosing his streak of going to meet Mr. Lee.

The boy began jogging to a place where he was far to familiar with. Once he entered, all the office ladies looked at him with the same expression, "you again?"

As expected, Jeon Jeongguk didn't show up, but Mr. Lee was certainly there.

"I'd say I'm disappointed but at this point I'm grateful you two didn't start a physical fight. Where is Mr. Jeon anyways?" Mr. Lee spoke, both his hands behind his back.

"He probably went to the boy's locker room to take a shower," Taehyung answered.

Mr. Lee nodded. "Well, as you know, there will be consequences for both of your actions. You two will be cleaning up after the fall dance tomorrow."

"What? But Principal Lee! The boys and I planned to watch the games that evening!" Taehyung whined.

"What are you? Ten? No buts. Oh and, Jeongguk better be there or else you're on cleaning duty for the rest of the year. You better go tell him now, and also inform him only team members who practice during lunch are allowed to use the locker room."

Mr. Lee left the fuming boy to go back into his own private office. Taehyung would've thrown a fit of screaming profanities out but he knew better. Instead, he focused all his anger on making his way to the locker room. It took a few seconds before Taehyung found himself using all his strength to slam the door open.

Jeongguk stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He turned to see the producer of the noise, face expressionless as ever. Once he saw it was just Taehyung, he turned back for rummage for some extra clothes.

The older expected at least another student to be here, but the rest of the school seemed to be following the rules pretty well. This just made things easier. Taehyung walked over to the boy and in a swift move, pinned him against the lockers.

"The fuck, Kim," Jeongguk cursed while struggling.

"You listen here, transfer student. I haven't gotten this mad in a very long time, and I'm not sure why but something about you pisses me off. Now you better sit your pretty little ass down, and do as I say, you hear me?" Without letting the younger respond, he continued. "Good. Now you're coming to the dance, at least after it finishes, and helping me clean up, if you don't show up— well, just don't try to mess with me, got it?"

Jeongguk remained silent, not knowing what to say. Not being able to trust his words, he used his fist to try and hit Taehyung's face. The older was quick to block the attack.

"I said don't mess with me, Jeon." After a few more seconds on intense staring, Taehyung let go of his grip on the younger and left the locker room. Jeongguk stood there, still against the locker in a state of shock. The boy at first seemed like a little marshmallow that could be crushed easily, hence why Jeongguk wasn't as afraid of him. What he saw now was completely different. Jeongguk didn't know why he didn't yell back, or even try to break free. Maybe because of the fact he was quite intimidated by the older and was sure there was no escape. This whole thing only left him with one thought:

So that's the infamous V. Interesting.

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Oof, what a long chapter! I didn't proofread cause I'm a lazy bitch ✌️

Anyways HAPPY NAMJOON DAY

CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THIS

GOD IS A NAMJOON

LOOK AT THIS PRECIOUS LIL BEAN

FUCK I THINK I'M IN LOVE 😭😭

I HOPE HE HAD AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT LOVE AND JOY 💜

Bye <3