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Angry Tae is scary af ⊙_⊙

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Hi!~ I was wondering if I could have a private selca ship Bigbang,Got7, Bts, Monsta X, Seventeen, Super Junior, Astro,NCTU?? Sorry if I already sent this, but my phone freaked out and powered off. ;-; sorry again

A/N: @blueieafk No problem, and you’re so pretty!

Big Bang:

Taeyang

Got7:

Yugyeom

BTS:

Jimin

Monsta X:

Hyungwon

Seventeen:

Hoshi

Super junior:

Ryeowook 

Astro:

Sanha

NCT U:

Doyoung

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Because this...,,

why do i stan

Hey guys! I just wanted to give a quick shout out to my girl @kitstothekats she just started out but she's hella awesome, please send her some love!!

Taehyung School Fluff Pt. 1

So this is my first story I’m posting! I’m planning to have three parts for this. Stay tuned for the next part! ~ Katie

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“You idiot! I’m going to be late!”

“Calm your tits, I’m pulling up right now!”

“WELL PULL UP FASTER!!”

My brother cursed loudly as he turned into the school. It’s during the summertime and guess what I’m spending my time doing? Getting ahead by taking pre calculus. As early as Freshman year, my Geometry teacher has told me (With a lot of sass might I add) that I will for sure be attending the advanced pre cal program my summer going into Junior year. She says that she sees loads of potential in me (Apparent through my constant A’s in her class as well as others. That and the fact that I cried when I got a 0 when I forgot to bring my journal the same day we just so happened to have a journal check) and that I should be put ahead of everyone else.

So here I am! With my brother as he haphazardly speeds up into the front of the school. With a loud screech courtesy of the tires, he abruptly comes to a stop.

“Okay, now get out! I got places to be!” he yells as I throw open the door. I roll my eyes as I practically fall out of the car in my rush.

“Thanks for nothing!” I scream at him before I shut the door. Not even before I could turn towards the front doors, that boy had already sped off to who knows where. Huffing in annoyance, I turn and run up the stairs as my backpack bounces crazily on my back. Yanking open the door and gratefully welcoming the cool air on my burning skin, I practically sprint down the hallway towards my class.

First of all, this isn’t even my school! Just another one in the same district as mine that I just so happened had to take this pre cal class at. Second of all, I hate math! So why am I frantically running down this hallway towards a class that I’m not particularly fond of? See, this is what happens when you’re at the top of your class and everyone expects the best out of you. You end up running down this cleaner scented hallway in a high school you’re not even familiar with towards a class that you loathe.

I look up at one of the clocks that are periodically set up through the hallways and see that it’s already 1:10. I’m ten minutes late. Spotting the only familiar door in this school, I put my last burst of energy into my legs in order to get to that single door.

“I’m here!” I exclaim breathlessly as I open the door and run inside. Breathing heavily, I look around to see that the teacher was at the board, marker in his hand as he looked at me with an amused smile. My gaze shifts over to my classmates. The ones that attended my school that came to do this program with me were looking at me while quietly laughing under their breaths. The others well, they had scrunched up their faces as if they were trying their hardest not to laugh.

I must’ve really looked crazy.

My eyes happened to catch a certain person’s gaze in the class and I could immediately feel my cheeks warming up in embarrassment. A pale face with warm chocolate colored eyes that were framed with long, dark eyelashes stared back at me. His thin, yet elongated lips were curled up at the corner as if he wanted to laugh, but was suppressing it unwillingly.

His name was Kim Taehyung. For over a year now, I have had a tremendous crush on him. Well, technically it’s passed the stage of crushing and I just full on like him now. Like a lot. His dorky and awkward nature was what first drew me in. He was quiet and reserved, always keeping to himself. That was the start of Freshman year. I still remember how before I ever even talked to him, I had once wrote a note saying how a lot of girls thought that he was really cute and that he should open up. I didn’t sign my name on it, but I had snuck it into his backpack when he wasn’t looking.

When I started talking to him, I didn’t have feelings for him. In fact, I would often rant about a specific person I had met outside of school and Taehyung would often ask how I was doing with him. I soon moved on from that certain person, and when I did, I realized how comfortable I was around Taehyung. I realized how much of a funny and charmingly awkward person he was. He was a lot different from me, me being the typical loud and outgoing type of girl. In our conversations, he was always the calm person while I was the one that was always boisterous. But he was always patient with me and always listened to what I had to say. He calmed me at times where I was freaking out and he made me laugh when I was down.

I had really started to like him.

I can still remember how we had talked almost everyday, whether it be over text or in person. I still remember our long phone call into the night where he had rambled incessantly about random things while I just stayed quiet, smiled and listened. I still remember how he had questioned me about the type of guy I like, my ideal type, and what I preferred in a guy.

I still remember how he had politely turned me down when I had eventually confessed my feelings for him.

It became awkward after that, but not for long. Although we were never the same after that, we still stayed friends. As the year progressed on, Taehyung changed a lot. He grew to be more outgoing. He talks a lot now, and has his moments where he acts completely demented. He tries his best to make everyone around him laugh. Compared to his shy, reserved self last year, I could easily compare him to a blossoming flower.

Soon our friendship took a turn which was due on his part. Taehyung started teasing me a lot. I refer to it as him bullying me though. He makes fun of me and always has something snarky to say when I voice my thoughts. It was obvious he became comfortable around me, especially when he would do out of the blue crazy stuff around me or when he would quietly say absurd things so that only I would hear.

Around that time, that’s when I realized I was getting tangled into matters that always seemed to involve him in some way or form. Us working on the same projects together. Us helping out teachers together. Us sitting at the same table in classes we had together. Us always testing next to each other. Us being in the Top 10% together, next to each other in ranking. And now us attending a summer pre cal program together.

I can never seem to get away from Taehyung. He’s always there and I can’t just go away. I don’t want to leave and I sure as hell don’t want him to either. So I’ve learned to live alongside him while keeping my feelings hidden from him. It’s better that way anyways. Self consciously, I tear my gaze away from the boy with the caramel colored hair and tug on the bottom of my shorts. I look at the teacher and incline my head towards him in acknowledgement.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I say, my head tilted slightly downwards. “My brother was being an idiot and I got here late because of him.”

“Yeah alright,” I hear my teacher sigh. I look at him as he chuckles. Pointing to the only empty seat in the room, he continues, “It’s okay, so just sit down and pick up on today’s lesson.”

I nod, relieved I didn’t get into some type of trouble and quickly make my way to my seat. Sitting down, I open my bag and take out my notebook.

“Nice one Y/N,” my friend Hoseok snickers next to me. Rolling my eyes, I take a pen cap and throw it towards him. Judging from the quiet ‘Hey!’ thrown back at me, the cap hit its intended target. Smiling smugly, I turn my attention towards the front of the room.

Throughout the lesson, I listened to the teacher and actually took the notes that I needed to in order to know what to do later on when I had homework. There were times where my head would turn to the side and I would happen to make eye contact with Taehyung, but the contact was brief since I quickly looked away each time. I was used to it already since it had happened so much during school before. Sometimes I was bold and stared straight back, but most of the time I flicked my eyes away as nonchalantly as I could manage.

When I wasn’t blushing over Taehyung or listening to the teacher, I had to endure a different kind of torture. One that came in a package that would have most girls drooling.

This guy was named Jeon Jungkook.  He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. His half smirk and half smile had the ability to make girls swoon. He walked with the confidence and grace of a lion and when he spoke, his voice was able to influence anyone near him. He had the air of someone who was self assured and knew what he wanted out of life. He was a natural born leader, but there was also his downsides. He was way too arrogant for his own good and always flirted with everything that had a nice rack and behind. Not very classy. He was the living breathing definition of a fuckboy.

So you could imagine how confused I was when he happened to take a liking towards me.

He was insanely persistent even though I’ve already expressed my disinterest in him. Since the first day we started this program, Jungkook has made me his one and only target that he seemed so insistent to have. He nonstop showered me with honeyed words and whenever he had the chance, he seized it in order to make some form of physical contact with me. I had always waved off his words and batted away his hands when they got a little too close for comfort, but either he was way too dense or just way too determined. Either way, I did not exactly enjoy having him in my company.

“Hey. Y/N,” I heard his smooth low voice say from behind me. I felt his fingers tap along my upper back before he took a lock of my hair and twisted it around his finger. “You look good today.”

I rolled my eyes and shifted so that his fingers slipped from my hair. I pressed my lips together as I tried to stay patient.

“Thanks,” I answer curtly. I hear him click his tongue from behind me.

“Why do you play hard to get with me?” Jungkook asks. “I don’t see the point of it.”

Sighing irritably, I say “I don’t see the point of you insisting that I go out with you.”

“Because we’d make a hot couple,” Jungkook answers as if that should be the most obvious thing in the world. “Just look at us, we’d be great together.”

Sighing irritably through my nose once more, I say, “Well keep your thoughts and hands to yourself. Just cause you think that, doesn’t mean I’d want to go out with you.”

I hear Jungkook sigh softly behind me and once again, I feel him twirling a lock of my hair around his finger.

“Your mind keeps telling you that, but the heart wants what the heart wants. And I can guarantee that your heart wants me.”

I could practically feel the arrogance rolling off of him in waves as they crash into me. Shifting uncomfortably as if his arrogance was really touching me, I take my eyes away from the teacher and look around the room. Half of the class was paying attention to the lesson, albeit their eyes are a little glazed. Usually I belong in that half. The other half seemed as if they weren’t even listening. They were either staring out the window that takes up the length of one wall, or they were doodling in their journal.

As my gaze kept lazily traveling around the room, my eyes happened to land on Taehyung who was already looking at me. I felt the usual butterflies erupt in my stomach as his eyes bored into mine. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his face was a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. I thought I saw concern, uneasiness, annoyance…

And anger?

I blinked a couple of times as if I was trying to correctly see what was really on his face, but that same expression stayed on his face as he looked back at me. His eyes swirled with conflicting emotions and suddenly, I saw an emotion that flashed by so quickly, I had to question whether or not it was actually there. For a split second, I saw his eyebrows draw together in an upwards motion that told me what he might have been really feeling.

Disappointment.

Suddenly not being able to breathe, I rip my gaze away from his and let my hair fall like a curtain next to my face to shield my own emotions from him. My mind was in a whirlwind. Why did he look disappointed? Why was he looking at me with all of those emotions raging like a storm on his face? Why didn’t he look away when I looked back at him? I wasn’t used to that. He had never looked at me like that before. It felt like…

Maybe he was jealous?