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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim
      Seokjin_|_Jin, Park_Jimin_(BTS)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Family_Drama, Falling_In_Love, Eventual
      Smut, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Metaphors, Symbolism, References_to
      Shakespeare, References_to_David_Bowie, Love_Confessions, Identity
      Crisises, Mental_Health_Issues, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse, Astronomy
      as_a_Metaphor_for_Love, Food_as_a_Metaphor_for_Love, Mythology_&_Folklore
      References
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      Published: 2018-01-24 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2166
****** T + Y ******
by Lein_Honey
Summary
     Taehyung couldn't exactly say that he hadn't ever not noticed Yoongi
     around at school. The junior wasn't someone you just didn't notice,
     didn't realize was there or hadn't heard of. Everyone knew who Yoongi
     was. Including his gay, closeted, soft heart that was damaged but
     still beating red-hot blood.
     So he does what any boy in love would do when it turns out that his
     crush of who-knows-how-long reciprocates his feelings with quite the
     amount of credence; carve their initials into the trunk of his
     favorite tree.
Notes
     This story mostly is about young and first love, which in the end
     shall stay open-minded as to whether or not they stay together
     throughout their school and adult-years. But it does touch on very
     important and series issues/topics, such as child abuse; homophobia;
     transphobia; racism; depression and anxiety; and existential crises.
     If any of those topics are too sensitive for you to read, please do
     not read. I don't go into depth, but it will be stated and more than
     likely confirmed and dealt with.
     This will overall be fluffy and cute, I'm trying to write something
     so sweet and lovey-dovey that it physically hurts, but I do want this
     to be at least a little realistic and relatable. Just because it's
     fanficion doesn't mean that it's bullshit.
     Anyways, thank you, and I hope you enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
   There's a difference between knowing you're gay and being okay with it, and
knowing you're gay and knowing that you could get your ass beat more than usual
for it. 
 
   It's quite the situation, laying in Taehyung's large, light brown palms. As
if being an immigrant wasn't bad enough, know he has to be gay on top of that.
As if being seen as stupid was bad; of being a drama geek, which was apparently
something to be very ashamed of. His nerdy likes also didn't help the virgin
vibes emanating off of him. Not that he cared that he's never been in any type
of relationship that wasn't familial or purely platonic. Nothing to be ashamed
of at all; he wasn't going to spray paint it on some wall any time soon, but he
wasn't going to cry that he wasn't 'getting some,' either.
 
   Jimin, his best friend, didn't care, either. Which was awesome. He knew,
when they had met back in seventh grade, that Jimin was special. And every day
he spent with the chubby-cheeked cutie, he was proven right.
 
   His phone spasms with a text by his head. It was throbbing, the bruise on
his eye, which would blossom into a purple-black half circle tomorrow. One of
thee good things about being in drama was the over-usage of makeup, which came
in handy in the worst way.
 
   He gathers the energy, lethargic as it is, to pick up his phone, drag his
thumb to unlock the screen with his personal pattern, and press on Jimin's
message.
 
Chimmy 19:44>>>
did u hear the news ???
 
    God, he hated it when Jimin proved that he was texting through the way he
wrote the grammar in his messages. It only got worse when he used only
emoticons, though he guessed that there were way worse of things a friend could
do.
 
                                                              Taehyung 19:46<<<
                                                                            No?
                                                                               
   He had barely pressed reply when his phone vibrated again, the buzzing noise
the only sound going throughout his room. He'd learned a long time ago how to
keep silent, even his breaths. He'd also learned to not get so annoyed when
Jimin did that.
 
Chimmy 19:46>>>
yoongi, the guy you jack off 2. is apparently going to be in that once science
class you're in !!!
 
Chimmy 19:47>>>
*one
 
   Taehyung rolled his eyes before his brain took in that bit of possibly
truthful information---could Yoongi, the boy he's liked since his family moved
from Korea to America, be transferring into his A.P. Chem. class? Would it be
possible that he'd sit next to him? Would they become friends? Would it start
from sharing notes to sharing phone numbers? Or would Tae's wit win Yoongi
over?
 
   Not even relatively possible, but whatever. If Taehyung wasn't allowed to
dream at the very least, he didn't know what he could or would do. Other than
deal with the hand that life had given him, that is, but whatever. He wasn't in
drama for his calm composure, that's for sure.
 
   He sends Jimin a thank you for the actually helpful information, because it
makes him forget tonight's hardships and bruises, both internal and external.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
   It did get annoying, the stares. The whispers and rumors. People thinking
that he was some kind of ruthless and mean thug or something with an attitude
bigger than his already large hands. But he wasn't like that---Taehyung was a
big softy, sensitive and squishy on the inside, heart bigger and warmer then
others would expect it to be given his home life, but if it kept others from
messing with him then he'd act like the biggest edgelord he could possibly be. 
 
   It was nice having someone know he wasn't a bad person, though. His mother
and little sister did, but he couldn't play with them or anything---his
household was too delicate to hold onto anything like laughter or love, which
were heavy and all-consuming. It was why he was glad that he knew Jimin. He
knew about the... what was going on, at Taehyung's house, and he knew better
than to try and even blink in the direction of trying to help them. 
 
   He also knew that Taehyung was in desperate need of love and friendship and
hugs and soft kisses, and so was he, which had started their reign of being
'platonic soulmates.' Which was awesome, Taehyung couldn't ask for anything
else. So when Jimin gave his sister, mother and himself phones added to his
family's data plan so that they weren't isolated from the outside-world on top
of hurt, it literally made Taehyung cry.
 
   So, Jimin wanting to help even more, with Taehyung's 'Yoongi-issue' (as
Jimin named it), Taehyung felt light-headed. He felt like he was king of the
world, his throat full of helium instead of swallowing down and upheaving air
and carbon dioxide. He tried to calm himself down, though, as he walked up the
front stairs to his high school. He didn't react or make it his purpose to look
at those eyeing him, instead going straight to Jimin's locker, close to his own
like he did every other school day. 
 
   Jimin was trying to 'sneakily' go through his Instagram feed, though if his
big bum wiggling didn't make someone look over and his pretty humming, then the
sparkly phone with Ariel as his cover would bring upon a teacher's attention.
"Jiminnie," he says softly, yet a bit rough, when he gets to Jimin's side,
making sure that when his shoulder hit the locker beside his best friend's that
it made an almost too-loud slam. Which, at barely---if possible---seven in the
morning, meant that it was actually too-loud. 
 
   Jimin was used to this greeting though, as abrupt and quite rude as it was.
He tried to glare at him every morning, though, pretty brown eyes squinting
more than glaring at him from behind big black glasses. Taehyung had wanted
those glasses but instead had to get rectangular, golden-rimmed ones because,
in Jimin's eloquent words, he looked like a 'try-hard.' The glasses he did end
up getting but rarely ever wore made him look 'daddy' (again, in Jimin's words,
not his).
 
   "Tae-Tae, you've seriously gotta stop doing that. And getting in fights,
look at your eye!" He exclaims, which really meant that he had to report his
father. When had he ever gotten into a fight, which implied it being two people
hitting each other? Not just one person?
 
   Taehyung shook his head, face a cold and indifferent mask but Jimin and he
knew that really in those chocolate orbs of his that he was terrified to do so,
that even though his father really was---whether he's always been or became a
piece of shit---he meant somehow too much to him. He knew that his siblings and
mother felt the same, even if it was misguided and possibly insane-like to
think so. 
 
   "Nah," he says, not wanting to have this conversation once again. Why
couldn't they just talk about the new Attack on Titan season that was about to
come out? Or perhaps about their favorite Korean idols? Maybe even some new gay
romance novel that had Jimin wanting to exclaim about how the sex scenes either
weren't raunchy enough or lacked love. "Nope, not gonna happen. Sorry
Christian."
 
   "Oh my god," Jimin groans, sweet voice turning raspy and low. "I told you
that I like that name once, and you'll never let me forget it, will you?" He
whines, letting Taehyung get away with changing the subject. He oughta know
better by now than to bring that topic up this early in the morning. 
 
   "Nope." He repeats, voice more bubbly than it usually would be at school,
but whatever---like anyone was really paying attention to anything this early
in the morning, not day. If the sun wasn't even out, it wasn't daytime. 
 
   "Oh, what do you know," Jimin starts off in a nonchalant tone, springing up
and away from his locker with too much of a spring in his step. It kind of
scares Taehyung, in a dreadful way like a pop quiz or a surprise visit from
someone you used to be friends with would. "Oh, over yonder---it's your boy
love, look-y there," he continues, even going so far as to point and wave in
Yoongi's direction. 
 
   "Freaking stop it! Don't do that, Jimin," Taehyung whispers harshly,
grabbing at Jimin's surprisingly toned arm with both of his hands, glaring at
his best friend. Or trying to, it wasn't easy to be harsh with Jimin. Looking
up, he's relieved to see its Yoongi's back facing him, and that none of his
friends are there---at least, he thinks that it's Yoongi's back. It just might
be some other emo-skater boy that was short and thin and had a cute butt.
 
   "I'm just joking, Tae-Tae. Chill out. The twink didn't notice your
disappointment ruining your life." Jimin laughs, making people look up towards
their approaching direction, still walking to their first period class. 
 
   "Screw you." Taehyung grumbles. "Telling me to chill out," he mumbles, and
no, he isn't pouting, he's just... annoyed. No he isn't. 
 
   Ugh, sometimes being Jimin's bestest friend and soulmate was difficult. He
felt bad for whoever he ended up marrying him, because they weren't going to
have as much fun as they initially would've thought. 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
   A.P. Chem. was Taehyung's fifth class of the schoolday in his second
semester, after his lunch hour, rain starting to patter against the windows,
what with them being in Oregon and it still being winter. Taehyung really only
had one winter jacket, two jackets in his closet in total (along with himself;
god, he loved gay humor). It was a dark green parka with no hood, with patches
on the arms and cigarette burns marking the shoulders and chest and sleeve
endings. He knew that it was pretty ratty and made others think even more that
he was some sort of bad influence somehow, but when you're poor (well, mostly--
-his father really could've treated his family out to dinner, he had more than
enough money to do so), you learn how to adapt to not being in style and
dealing with what you got. 
 
   He had his pen and notebook out, quite literally ready to learn. As he
thumbed through his textbook, wanting to get a head start on the assignment his
teacher had given them, he remembered why he had good dreams last night. 
 
   "Ah, Yoongi, I'm glad that you were able to find my class; most get here
half-way into the lesson because of how backwater it is," the teacher jokes,
but everyone is aware of how truthful that statement is; it was in the old
science building, behind the new parking lot, in the top floor and the way back
of the hall. Also was the only class in this building; some people weren't even
aware that this building was school property. 
 
   Taehyung looked up to see his boy love, as Jimin dubbed Yoongi (they both
had quite the list of nicknames for the shorter male). His hair was slightly
matted from either rain or the static-like air, face harshly pale with the
apples of his cheeks reddening ever so gently. He looked more sleepy than
usual, and if it didn't make Taehyung just want to take a nap with him he
didn't know what would. 
 
   Yoongi didn't respond other than with an awkward half-smile and a head nod
towards the science book the teacher must've held and set aside for him. 
 
   "You can go sit with Taehyung over there, by the window. The assignment is
on the board, if you have any questions just ask him or me, don't be afraid to
ask," she continues, not bothering to point in his direction---there weren't
many other Asians in this school. 
 
   Yoongi looked in his direction, eyes roaming him for a few long seconds that
bled into hours, it felt like, before he grabbed his book and made his way to
the empty seat beside him. And if the sight of his slim hips swaying and puffy
lips pouting didn't have Tae's heart beat practically out of his ribcage, he
didn't know what would. He didn't seem to know a lot of things, apparently.
 
   The ravenette sits beside him, quickly getting to the page where the
questions laid, and started doing his work, no words exchanged between them. He
hadn't even looked back at him since he sat down. Which, yeah, alright, wasn't
fun and kinda hurt, but it was okay. It was fine. He'd rather it be kind of
awkward and definitely quiet between them then having Yoongi verbally abuse him
and hate him. 
 
   He doesn't know if he'd be able to take another person he felt fondly of
being like that to him, but perhaps he had a chance to change Yoongi's mind on
whatever opinion he had of him before it could get to that point.
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