The next morning I had convinced myself it was all a dream. Seriously, what else could it be? Taehyung would never want to willingly walk up to stupid idiotic me, right? Just think about it- repaying him with actions instead of an apology? That was a pretty ridiculous plot, wasn't it?

Yeah, pretty ridiculous. It would never happen.

So I made my way back to school, ready to return to that painful routine of trying to hide from the love of my life. Maybe that dream was a lot better than what I do now in real life... Should I just hit my head with my own backpack and sleep forever? Yes. Will I actually do it? No.

I enter my classroom half heartedly and stare down the empty seats where my friends would sit, mindlessly going down in my own chair. I came pretty early today; I couldn't sleep after feeling really giddy about that dream last night. I knew they weren't coming for quite a bit, so I decided to place my head against the desk and close my eyes for a bit.

Not even 5 minutes later I hear the door open. Footsteps echoed their way through the empty classroom, somewhat disturbing my attempt to rest a little bit but otherwise I ignored them. Seems that's what I do best.

But... Those footsteps felt like they were coming to me? Instantly as I thought that, they stopped. It became silent once again, though I felt like I was missing something; usually you hear a chair shuffle around when you sit, no?

"Good morning."

My eyes shot open with a sharp breath. Even though all I saw my wooden desk, I could clearly imagine the face that was the owner of that deep voice.

"Are you sleeping?" Taehyung asked. My heart hammered in my chest at the thought of him being so close to me right now. I didn't know what to do so I pretended I was still sleeping. It felt like Taehyung could see right through my lousy attempt to not see him; he didn't say or do anything for what seemed like forever, like he was waiting for me to break. I didn't know if I could keep up with this act until finally, finally, I had heard the chair creak against the floor in front of me.

Still no words left Taehyung's mouth, so I wasn't sure if I should finally move or not. I was scared, thinking, what if it feels too early to pretend to awaken? When will I know the perfect time to make it feel realistic?

"Pst!" I felt a finger poke my head. I blushed at the thought of my crush touching me. Though all that aside, thinking this could be a time to pretend to wake up, I shot my head up maybe a little too fast because Taehyung stared at me with suspicious eyes. I played it off, still trying to act dumb.

"O-Oh hey... What are you doing here?"

Taehyung cleared his throat, pushing passed my suspicious movements. "I come here early every day. I should be asking you why you're here."

He got me on that one. Taehyung was always in his seat whenever I arrived.

But... Does this mean that it wasn't a dream?!?! All that happened for real?

Oh God. I'm in deep fucking shit.

"I... Just wanted to come early. Is there a problem with that?" I lied.

Taehyung narrowed his brows, letting a little hum out. "I guess not..." Just hearing his voice makes me want to stay with him forever. I'd never heard him speak before until last night but it was an angel's voice to me. I would have no problem just being able to stare at his beautiful face all day... Of course, that wouldn't happen. It would just be creepy for him.

Heh. Being gay sucks.

None of us said anything for the course of about 10 long agonizing minutes. I wanted to talk to him, obviously, but how would I start? How would it end? What could we talk about? Not only that, I also wanted to confess. 

I'm sure that Taehyung loves girls, though.

People were finally coming in, so I found that as an excuse not to speak to Taehyung even more, as stupid as that was. And not so strangely, my friends finally came in at their regular time. When they noticed me, they were all confused since I usually came in with them. But as their eyes scanned Taehyung - right in front of me, a different spot than his normal chair - they all smirked not-so-subtly at me.

I wanted to beat them up because Taehyung saw some of their expressions. Those bastards!

One way or another, class was inevitable. I had to sit through unbearable lessons, nearly falling asleep already half an hour in. The only thing that kept me awake at this point was the fact that Taehyung was in front of me.

The angles were different from my usual view of him, so I was gladly soaking up this different sight. His cute straight and brown hair was soft and shiny, making me want to stroke my fingers in them and make him feel nothing but content.

Ah... It'll never happen, though.

I didn't realize it was already lunch time until Taehyung turned back to look at me. I caught myself looking kind of weird; I straightened myself up and pretended as if I wasn't star-gazing my crush, clearing my throat with a smile. "Hey."

I saw his eyes drift to the side, no longer paying attention to me. With a confused smile, I turned to look at where he was staring at and landed on my friends. "A-Ah, guys... M-Meet Kim Taehyung!" I still smiled, yet I glared at them that seemed to say 'don't you guys fucking ruin it for me.'

"Hey, Taehyung..." Namjoon greeted quietly.

Some of them looked rather confused since I never made the first move; but seeing Taehyung near my chair, they must've thought something was off since they knew I didn't apologize, either.

"Having fun you two?" Jin asked, placing his hands on his hips. 

Taehyung shrugged, putting his things in his backpack. "He's repaying me through actions. Since he won't apologize to me."

"Oh..." Yoongi hummed, clearly somewhat interested at his logic. "So he's going to be your slave?"

Taehyung's eyes widened and his cheeks reddened, looking down. "T-That makes it sound like it's bad!"

"Well, I guess not. He was the one who hurt you first. It's only fair." Yoongi grinned.

Wow, they are assholes. But they're right.

The brown haired boy stood up, large eyes never leaving my friends' faces. "Y-You don't mind if he comes with me during lunch from now on, do you?"

I could feel my friends smirking and laughing mentally at my pain. "No! No problem at all! We give you all the consent in the world!" Namjoon said.

"In fact, you can keep him!" Jin nodded enthusiastically.

"We won't miss him." Yoongi quirked.

Despite all the words that they spat out, the only thing that made me forgive them was the fact that Taehyung smiled at them. The way his lips creeped into a box, showing his pearly white and straight teeth struck a chord in my heart. Oh God, I think I just fell harder for him.

"Thank you guys." He chimed. He turned to me, gripping his backpack with confidence. "Let's go."

At that moment, I could feel my soul leave my body. 

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i like fluffy stuff

i just hope you guys like this story too <3

where do you think this story will lead btw?

cuz honestly i dont even know myself ./////.