Taehyung's POV
The moment I stepped out of the messy cafeteria, I made my way to my favorite place in Westville, the garden at the back of our school gym.
There were just few students roaming around because almost all of them are in the cafeteria, eating lunch.
It's better. Lesser chances of getting bullied.
I sat down on one of the benches under the tree as I reached the garden. I closed my eyes feeling the fresh air hitting my face.
I sighed as I feel the throbbing of my head lessens.
I stayed like that for awhile until I feel someone staring at me.
I feel my heart beats faster, nervous that it can be one of my bullies or some assholes from the football team.
Please, not them. I don't want to get harassed or bullied again today.
Please let it just be anyone but not those bullies.
I silently prayed as I opened my eyes. It took me time to adjust from the sudden light. I relaxed a bit and let out the breathe that I was holding when I see an unfamiliar guy.
Not the bully cheerleaders.
Not some assholes from the football team.
Thank god.
I stared back at him, tilting my head, confused as to why he was staring at me.
I coughed awkwardly and averted my gaze as I realized we've been staring at each other for too long.
What the?
I looked at him again as I heard him chuckling.
"What?" I snapped, standing up from the bench.
It took all my courage to fight back his stares even if I feel like I'm drowning from his eyes.
"You're pretty." Was the first words that came out of his mouth, catching me off guard.
"H-huh?" I mentally smacked my head for my stupid reply.
He smirks as he steps forward. My initial reaction was to stepped back but I was already trapped between him and the bench.
He's just a meter away from me and I'm intoxicated by his smell. I tried my best to refrain myself from sniffing him cause it'll be too weird.
"Can you please move back." I mumbled softly as I nervously fidgeted on my fingers.
He was still a meter away but I feel like he was already invading my personal space.
I feel suffocated and dominated by him.
He's not quite familiar though. Maybe he just transferred school? But on the middle of the school year? Or a freshman? Maybe, I'm not really familiar with the first years. But why does he have a different colored uniform?
Uniform!
I looked back at him, eyeing him from head to toe.
He was wearing a white long sleeve uniform with a tie hanging loosely on his neck and a black coat over the white one, with a logo of a crow.
"Crestmont Academy." I read softly, as I stared at the embroiled letters in the logo.
Then realization hits me.
Oh my god.
He's from Crestmont.
I pushed him as hard as I can and he stumbled backwards.
"What was that for?" He asked amused.
"You're not supposed to be here! You're from Crestmont." I exclaimed pointing at him.
He was stupid. What the hell was he thinking?!
"Yeah. So what?"
"So what? Holy shitzu. Are you fudging stupid?" I asked in disbelief.
Crestmont is Westville's rival
school, rival in everything.
It already started years ago before I even transferred school. I really don't know the history between the rivalry.
But in every school competition, academic, literary, sports or even gang fights, Westville and Crestmont are always on the final battle especially in sports.
These schools are like oil and water, you can't mixed them up together.
"What?" He asked me as he chuckled. "Holy what? And what is fudge?" He asked scratching the back of his neck.
I cocked my eyebrows at him. "I hate swearing."
"Oh so you just called me a shitzu and a fudging stupid. You're funny." He said while laughing.
I groaned. "I'm not joking and it's not funny. You shouldn't be here."
"My name is Jeongguk. Jeon Jeongguk." He blurted out, totally ignoring what I just said. "What's your name pretty?"
I feel my blood drained from my face a my eyes widen.
His name keeps ringing in my head.
Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk.
I wished that it wouldn't be some bully cheerleaders or asshole from the football team. My wish was granted yes, but why does it have to be someone much more worse than them?
Holy fudging cow!
And here I thought it coldn't get worst.
This will be chaos. Chanyeol should not see him here or it will be bloody. And I hate blood. I cringed even if I'm just thinking of it.
Gang fights between the two schools are always led by Chanyeol and a guy named Jeon Jeongguk.
I can't believe Chanyeol's rival gang leader is standing right in front of me, talking to me casually.
Like what the fudging hell?
"Hey." He poked my nose, snapping me back in reality. "What's your name dollface?"
"Holy shit." I cursed unconciously as I realized how fudge up this situation is. I covered my mouth instantly.
Did I just cursed out loud?
He chuckles. "Damn. That's sexy."
"What?"
He just shakes his head, still grinning like crazy.
"You really should get out of here." I plead, tugging his uniform. "And what are you even doing here? You're trespassing." I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"I'm tired of fucking asses. You know, Crestmont is an all boy school. So, I'm trying to get some pussy here." He answered bluntly making me cringed. His mouth has no filter.
"You don't have to be in detail, you know." I spat rolling my eyes.
"But I guess, I'll settle for an ass." He added, smirking at me.
"What?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he looked at me from head to toe, licking his lower lip. His gaze stayed longer on my body making me gulped.
I felt my cheeks heat up. Is he perhaps cheacking me out? And when he said that he'd settle on an ass did he mean? What the actual fudge!
I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts and cleared my throat to get his attention.
"You should really go. Chanyeol will kill you if he sees you here." I stared, trying to scare him off.
It was his turn to raised an eyebrow at me. "You know him?"
Stupid. Of course I know him. We're on the same school. Duh!
"Baby!"
Before I could even answer his stupid question, a voice interrupted us. I menatally cursed.
I know that voice too well. And I know this will not end so well.
"Park Chanyeol." The Jeon guy nods at his direction, smirking at him.
He seriously have some death wish.
"Jeon Jeongguk." I shivered hearing Chan's low dangerous voice.
He's definitely a sweet guy but he's scary when he's mad.
"What are you doing here in my territory Jeon?" He growled, walking towards us.
"I was just going to pay you a visit an get laid by some girl but someone else caught my attention." Jeon answered, gesturing at me. "He's too pretty not to be noticed."
And I feel my cheeks heat up.