"C'mon Taeee!" Bambam whined as he looked down at his friend, who was sprawled on the fake grass, doing pushups for whatever reason.
Ok, there was clearly a reason, Bambam had snuck out to his gym class out on the football field, where the coach had made them do unspeakable things to "better their health".
Bambam didn't know which was worse, the fact that Taehyung had succumbed to these cult-like exercises or that the coach was squinting his eyes at him from across the field, and he prayed the coach didn't recognize he wasn't in this class.
Though it was painfully obvious, judging by his fashionable turtleneck and skinny jeans, which were far from the required attire for P.E., or as Bambam liked to call it, "pure evil".
And besides, the only exercise Bambam would do is walk, preferably down a runway.
"Please! I need pictures for the school paper and a review for my blog!" He begged, nervously glancing at the coach to make sure he wasn't heading over because god forbid that man catch him. He'd probably make him run laps as a punishment and the utter thought made Bambam gag.
"Then why don't you just go alone? Why do you have to drag me along with you?" Taehyung grunted as he continued doing his pushups.
"I can't go alone! Can you imagine how lame I would look if I went to BTS' show by myself? That would completely destroy my social status!"
Ah, yes, the band at their high school. They were among the most popular kids in school, beating out the basic bitches, but unfortunately not the idiotic football players, because according to Bambam, the student body had taste that was approximately zero. And judging by the over-hyped affection for any soundcloud rapper with 'lil' in the name and the overly consistent use of triplets and mumble rap, it was clear his estimations were on point.
He had been itching to go to one of their shows since he's a reporter for the school paper, and the student body would love to see Jeon Jungkook's handsome face plastered on the very front.
But for everything he's not allowed to say in the school paper, he says in his gossip blog, The B Word, which was probably even more popular than the paper itself, as he speaks his mind and dishes on the latest drama, which was what he was planning to do with BTS.
Not to mention he was trying to get an exclusive story by going to their after party, which was very hard to get into.
And after seeing their Instagram post about another upcoming show tomorrow night, Bambam saw the opportunity and decided to seize it.
Taehyung pushed himself off the turf, dusting his hands off before putting them on his hips, sweat trickling down his face that was scrunched up looking at the thinner figure in front of him.
"Why are you so fucking pretentious?"
"Look, you know Jimin, right? Get me into the after party, that's all I'm asking."
Taehyung sighed. It wasn't a new thing for Bambam to come to him for help with his blog and whatnot, since he was a pretty friendly guy, and had alot of acquaintances.
The two met while Bambam was working on getting a story about the rumors that Kai was cheating on Xiumin with Lay, and Taehyung had caught him hiding in the bushes in a ghillie suit like some kind of paparazzi following Kai around.
Taehyung only let him off because it turned out the rumors were true, as they both ended up catching Kai in the act, which was unfortunate because Xiumin's a nice dude.

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