Taehyung didn't know why he was restless like that, his leg moving up and down in some sort of pent up impatience. He didn't attend the rest of his classes, choosing to wander Seoul's streets to get his mind off of the weird feelings in his chest.
However, even without realizing it, and at around 5 PM, he found himself in front of Seoul National University’s entrance all over again. His body took him back to the place he had consciously left, and he just stared at the crowd of noisy students with a strange apathy.
It took him some time to realize he was unconsciously looking for a certain starry eyed, small raven haired guy with a button nose, plump lips and a moon smile in the crowd.
Taehyung was still confused about the reason he cared, still couldn't pinpoint even the nature of his feelings. He was good at reading people, never found it hard at all, and he knew well how to use this ability to his own interest.
Yet, feelings weren't really his strong point when it concerns his own. For his feelings were usually easily gone, lost somewhere in the toils of his mind, never did stay enough for him to identify them. It took him so long to realize how he felt towards things, if he liked them or not.
So consequently, liking someone was on another level of hard. For the only person he ever truly liked was Yoongi, and he never liked anyone else other than him in any way. But the feelings he had towards Jimin were different than those he had towards Yoongi, fairly new and unfamiliar. Taehyung could only guess.
Taehyung knew that Jimin, as a rule of thumb, never was the first to leave, was usually inside some classroom studying until college was totally empty. So being as impatient as he was, he decided to look for him once again. So he didn't hesitate at all as he walked over to the classroom where the last course happened in long slow steps, assuming Jimin would still be there.
And Taehyung wasn't wrong. For he noticed Jimin from the room's window as soon as he got closer, and the younger seemed like he was arranging his notebooks in his bag. Taehyung stared suspiciously, for it was very unusual of Jimin to leave this early. And he moved to stand just behind the door awaiting for the latter to leave.
Jimin, for a matter of a fact, was totally unaware of his existence as he opened the door. He was in the act of pushing the door close behind him when he took a glimpse over his shoulder, and he almost dropped his bag as his forehead touched Taehyung's chest. Taehyung could feel how the sudden sensation made him jump, shocked at the sight of Taehyung just a few inches away.
Jimin looked up, fear painting his features when his eyes met with Taehyung's hickory ones. Taehyung could clearly see the way he gulped, and he could also guess why. He had Jimin trapped, right between the door and his own bigger body. Taehyung's predatory skills were almost perfect, and nobody could really tell until he was already so close. It was just the way it was, but Jimin was the furthest thing from a prey in his eyes.
“W-why are you here?” Jimin stuttered, and Taehyung only smiled at that. One needn't have to think to know he was there exactly for the same reason as before. He wasn't the kind of person to walk away without his desired answers.
He knew that Jimin couldn't really understand the reason why he cared enough to ask, for he had witnessed countless bad things happening to him before without even batting a lash. But he couldn't blame him, he didn't understand too.
“Simply because you didn't give me a proper answer. So here I am to ask you again.” Taehyung replied before cocking an eyebrow at him questioningly. He tried not to look very intimidating, but he knew he failed when he felt Jimin's shaky breaths on his chest. “Who hurts you?”
“Please let me leave, I'm late.” Jimin muttered in a small voice, avoiding to reply to his question. His eyes met Taehyung's for a fraction of second but he didn't seem to be able to hold his gaze at all. Taehyung had to wonder if he was really late to something, or if it was just a stupid excuse.
So he didn't budge for even a single inch away from him. And just this fact seemed to make Jimin absolutely terrified. He tried to squeeze himself out, by pushing Taehyung the smallest bit away. But all of Jimin's strength didn't seem to get the taller to budge.
“I told you I need to go. Please.” Jimin repeated. There was something in his eyes, that was both persistent, and afraid. It was like he knew it was inevitable to finally say something, but that he still wished Taehyung would let it slip past this time. But it wasn't what Taehyung would do at all.
“It's just a name Jimin, say it.” Taehyung leaned closer to Jimin's face, staring straight at his beautiful eyes. It just came across his mind how of close proximity their bodies and faces were, that he was sure his warm breaths were hitting Jimin's lips.
But all he saw in Jimin's irises was panic, helplessness. It was painfully obvious how he only thought of him as dangerous. And judging by the amount of fear in his eyes, Taehyung doubted what he said did even register in Jimin's mind. “I ain't gonna do anything. But I need to know now pretty boy.”
“JIMIN!!”
Taehyung felt the smaller boy jump against his chest at the sound of his name, the younger's soft plump pink lips touching his own. It sent an electrical chill throughout his body, a feeling he didn't quite understand. Jimin seemed to recognize the voice just by the look on his face, but it was the first time Taehyung heard it. So he turned to look at the direction of the voice.
It was familiar, the face of the person a few feet away. He saw him before but he couldn't quite pinpoint when or where. Maybe the news? Whoever it was seemed to be very mad, his eyes coldly and unflinchingly boring holes onto his face. Taehyung didn't move from his position at all, and Jimin was just as close to his body as before.
It took Taehyung a good ten seconds to realize it was his position with the smaller boy that made the man enraged, and maybe another ten seconds to realize they're was a reason why he first thought the other man was familiar.
Taehyung moved away from Jimin at the realization, and when he casted a look at the smaller’s direction, it didn't take even a second to understand the latter was severely trembling.
Jungkook stormed his way to them, grabbing Jimin violently from his elbow and stirring him to his side, just as if he was his own property, and as if the other man had fucked up touching what wasn't his.
Taehyung didn't give a fuck, as he locked eyes with him in an almost annoyed manner, for he could see hell in Jungkook's eyes, like he was damning him for daring to touch Jimin.
He didn't for a fact, even lay a finger on him, but he didn't like someone to glare at him that way. If Jungkook wanted a fight, Taehyung would unhesitatingly bring him a full raged on war straight up from hell.
“What were you two doing?” Jungkook asked them with a bitter voice, though he was exclusively glaring at Taehyung with an expression that screamed rage, that looked like a threat. But it didn't faze Taehyung in the slightest, and he just raised a brow in a questioning style.
“What does it look like to you, huh?” Taehyung asked back in disdain. And Jungkook glared at him with scorn and he didn't even bother to reply as he instead dragged Jimin out with him through the few hallways and towards his black Mitsubishi Dignity parked outside of the College.
Taehyung stared at them both from the glass window. It was the first time he linked Jungkook's name with his face. And he thought that the latter looked exactly like how a multi-billionaire would look. With the fancy black suit and the Rolex on his wrist. The arrogance in his face more prominently apparent to him than anything else.
Yet, what mostly interested him was the way he dragged Jimin. For it was almost violent. His eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the way Jungkook slapped Jimin harshly on the face, before pushing him inside the car. Jungkook seemed also to be mouthing something, probably threats and profanities.
And then there was no doubt in Taehyung's mind that he found the fucker he was looking for, and if anything, he was disgusted of the entire idea of Jungkook and the way he treated Jimin.
“Taehyung?”
Taehyung needn't to turn for he would recognize that voice anywhere.
“What now Yoongi? I'm not in the mood.” Taehyung said, simmering rage obvious in his undertone. Yoongi was not the slightest bit affected by how threatening Taehyung seemed. He knew him by heart, and even though he didn't really know if it was just Taehyung's effortless frightening aura, or if the latter was actually mad. He knew Taehyung would never hurt him.
“Is it because of what happened?” Yoongi asked, a bit of amusement lacing his voice. And Taehyung found himself struggling to understand what was Yoongi all about happy like this. “I saw but I didn't really understand what I saw, ya know? I was just like, what the hell? Lol.”
“Why? What the fuck you think you saw?” Taehyung asked bluntly, with a huff that highlighted his irritation. He didn't get what was Yoongi hyped about and he wasn't in the mood for any sort of happy emotions at the current time.
“You two kissing and his boyfriend walking onto the scene?” Yoongi said wiggling his eyebrows childishly and Taehyung didn't even bother to correct him.
He would've not actually minded kissing Jimin at all.
Notes:
Translations
•Cheonsa Myo Pa: The Angel’s Grave Mob
• Du Agma Pa: The two Demons Mob
30.01.19