Bad boy! Taehyung. 3.3k words. Fluff. college! au.
All you ever wanted was for him to understand;
❝I’ll take all of you, good and bad.❞
To say you’ve seen Taehyung once or twice would be an understatement; you sit next to him in History and have several other classes with him. And each time you see him in class, he’s either dozing away the lesson or shooting daggers at the back of some random kid’s head the entire time and you swear the kids he glared at were shaking out of fright when you treaded past their desk to get out after the class ended.
You’re just thankful that he doesn’t take any notice of you, the person that sits next to him because if he did, you’d be hunted by his gang that he’s always seen hanging out with. You’d be accountable for him falling asleep and missing the lesson, him being called out by the professor during class and him being disrupted from said sleep because you so much as coughed. Hell, he’d hold you responsible if the sky darkened and started weeping.
For someone that maintains good grades and is perched on their usual table ten minutes before class begins, you’re the first person that eagerly brave through the sea of students to step onto the hallway because another minute spent next to Taehyung, you might just die from the stiffness of the intimidation seeping off him.
“_____.” Someone calls from behind.