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kookiesjhope · 5 years

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Our Song II (kth)

Pairings: Kim Taehyung/Reader

Genre/au: songwriter!au, college!au, y/n has lil bit of anger issues, cutie tae, cheeky tae, songwriter!taehyung, professor!yoongi, bandmate!jin and bandmate!jungkook, roommate!jimin and roommate!jungkook, some namjin, also some sope.

Tags: fluff, angst, e2l ig

Words: 2.8K

a/n: i wrote this years ago on wattpad and thought about ‘re-touching’ it in a different way and changing the characters ig haha. idk if i should continue it tho

Summary: You were a music major college student and part of an infamous local band. You were running late to a class when someone bumps into you and knocks all your stuff down. Little did you know that that encounter would change your life forever.

“There you are!” Jungkook screams as I come out of Jimin’s bedroom, making me jump.

“Shit, Kookie, you scared me!” I hit him on the shoulder and he pretends to be hurt.

“So... you and Jimin, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows up and down. “I mean, I kinda knew this was going to happen sooner or later.”

“Shut up. There’s nothing happening. You know he’s like my brother.” I walk towards the bathroom and he follows me.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever... So how did you and Kim Taehyung meet?”

I stop and turn around to face him. Jungkook bumps into me since he’s looking at something in his phone. “Why do you ask?”

“Well... he started following us on twitter and sent us a song request.” He looks up from his phone, his hair falling on his eyes. I have to admit, Jungkook is a very good-looking guy and I love his weird red hair. He usually dyes it natural colors, but recently he’s been feeling... rebellious. If it weren’t for him being part of the band, I would totally consider going out with him, but that’s out of the table since he’s one of my closest friends. I got to admit that when he dyed his hair red, it made me see him in a completely different light.

“Yeah, so?” I cross my arms and arch my eyebrow.

“He’s asking for a song called 4 o’clock.” I freeze at the mention of the song, my song. There’s no way I’m going to sing that song in front of a bunch of people, it’s to sentimental.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about.” Jungkook leans on the door frame.

“You’re such a bad liar, y/n.” He chuckles and moves closer to me. My gaze falling on his light smirk. “You know the song, don’t you?” He’s so close to me that I can smell the orange juice he probably had for breakfast. I cross my arms and sigh heavily.

“Alright... I know the damn song, but we’re not playing it.” I say as I slightly stand on my tip toes so my face could be at the same level as his.

He huffs and licks his lips. “You’re kinda hot when you’re in a crappy mood.” He shakes his head and arches one of his eyebrows as if taunting me.

“Leave me alone, Kook.” I storm out of the bathroom and go straight to my room. I close the door with a loud thud and rest my head against it. I sigh and shake my head. Why would that dumbass suggest my song? Does he get a pleasure knowing that this was gonna make me panic?

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“Y/n, can I come in?” I hear Jimin’s soft voice on my door. I don’t answer, but he enters the room anyway. He sits on the edge of my bed facing me. He looks at me worriedly. I sit in front of him and he grabs my hands.

“I’m alright.” I shrug.

“Y/n, c’mon, I can tell when something is wrong with you.” He crosses his arms and flares his nose, clearly mad at me that I’m not telling him something.

“It’s nothing, Jimin. Stop worrying... please.” I look down at my hands, avoiding his stare.

He moves closer to me and puts his hand under my chin tilting my head up so I have to look him in the eye. “I could never stop worrying about you, y/n...” He sighs and drops his hand. He ruffles his hair and licks his plump lips. “What are you not telling me?”

“Just drop it, Jimin. I swear, I’m fine, see.” I force a smile and he narrows his eyes.

“Well, let’s see, first you tell me you don’t like this Taehyung guy, but you say you don’t know why. Then last night, you have a nightmare and end up in my bed all scared, which hasn’t happened in a long ass time, but what a coincidence that Taehyung kept staring at you all night long and you were obviously pissed about it and yeah, I did notice, I’m not a moron, y/n! Then Kookie tells me you were pissed this morning when he told you about the song Taehyung requested.” He rubs his chin and ruffles his hair again. Jimin stands up and faces the door. He turns around sharply. “What the fuck did he do to you?”

“Who said it had anything to do with him?!”

“I’m not an idiot, y/n.” He glares at me. I gulp and stare back at him thinking of what to say. I sigh and turn my gaze to my hands.

“It’s his eyes...” I say softly.

“His eyes?” Jimin furrows his eyebrows, probably thinking this is stupid.

“I don’t know, Jimin!” I look up at him. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. You’re probably thinking this is stupid.” He shakes his head and looks down at his feet. “There’s something about his eyes, I swear, they just make me feel some kind of way. It scares me...” I stand up and step closer to Jimin. He breathes and looks up to the ceiling. I step closer to him, carefully. He raises his head and nods slightly. He takes my hands in his and rubs them with his thumbs. He’s quiet for a few minutes, looking down at our hands. I know he doesn’t like talking about these things with me. He pulls me into his arms and caresses my hair. Jimin is not that tall nor big, but I always feel safe and protected with him.

“Don’t worry about this guy, y/n. He seemed fine to me, you’re probably being paranoid.” He steps away from me, still looking down.

“Yeah, I guess.” I shrug and he smiles. He nods as if contemplating whether to say something to me or keep it to himself. Jimin’s a cutie, no doubt about it, with his soft gaze and his black hair and that sweet smile of his. He caresses my arm, still nodding to himself, and he turns around to leave the room. Leaving me in complete confusion.

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The rest of the weekend went by fast. On Sunday we spent half the day in one of the practice halls trying new songs for the band. It turned out we had quite a few requests, apparently we are more popular than we thought. It’s now Monday and I’m headed to Professor Min’s class. Even though he’s strict, I really love his class and he’s actually one of my favorite professors. He’s a really cool guy despite all the rumors that go around, saying he’s cold.

I enter the room which is still more than half empty and sit on my usual spot in the front row. I take out my notebook and put my headphones on to listen to some music. I open my notebook and start writing down some ideas for songs. I’m so involved with this that I hadn’t even noticed that someone had sat on the seat next to mine. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn my head; I’m so startled that I even drop my pen. I bend down to get it, but he beats me to it.

“Thanks.” I turn my music off and take my earphones out.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles so big that his eyes nearly disappear. He actually looks really cute. I smile to myself and shake my head.

“What are you doing here?”

“Mm, I take this class.” He looks me in the eye and I immediately gulp hard. Something inside tells me to look away but then I remember what Jimin said and try to hold his intense stare, but fail miserably.

“You do?” He nods. “But I’ve never seen you here before.” I point out.

“That’s because I always sit down there.” Taehyung points to the last row. “And you’re always here in the front plugged in your own little world.” He smirks and touches both his ears, referring to my earphones. So, he’s been watching me all this time, then? That’s kind of creepy. And what’s with that thing on his head, I mean it’s not really a bandana like the one’s Seokjin wears. But I got to say it makes him look good. I look down at my notebook and nod.

“What made you move up front?”

“I want to have a better view.” He smirks. I shift on my seat uncomfortably and look at my watch, where the hell is Professor Min? I hear Taehyung lightly chuckle to himself.

Half way through class, Taehyung leans closer and places a piece of paper on my notebook. I look at him and he mouths ‘open it’ and winks. I roll my eyes at him and open it.

Doesn’t Yoongi look just like a soft cat? He looks tough but don’t believe him, he a softy ;)

I shake my head and cover my mouth with my hand to try to hold my laughter, but it’s too late.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Professor Min looks at me and I bite my lower lip, fuck. He walks a little closer. “Do you care to share what’s so funny?”

I can feel my cheeks starting to turn pink from embarrassment. I was to punch Taehyung so bad right now. I hear Taehyung clear his throat beside me.

“It was my fault, sir.” His voice sounds even deeper than usual. I turn my head towards him and open my mouth but he shakes his head at me. Professor Min looks at him and sighs.

“Well, save your jokes for later Kim.”

I’m so pissed at Taehyung for embarrassing me. I make an effort not to even look at him. He leans closer again and drops another piece of paper. I huff and open it.

Sorry about that :) You have a nice laugh though.

I tear our a piece of paper and write back.

Stop passing stupid notes. We’re not in high school :)

I pass it to him and I hear him mutter “party pooper”. I ignore Taehyung for the rest of the class although I can feel his constant stares.

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The apartment seems awfully quiet, in fact, I haven’t seen Jimin nor Jungkook all day today.

“Hey y/n. What’s up?“ I turn around to see Jungkook standing in front of the refrigerator with a big smile on his face. His hair is wet and some of his red strands fall over his eyes. He’s wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt. He looks so attractive, it’s hard not to stare.

I shrug and turn back to face the counter. I hear Jungkook open and close one of the cupboards. “Are you gonna’ do that guitar gig that The Red Room offered you?” He puts two glasses on the counter. I nod and turn the grill on. “Did you tell Jimin?” He pours orange juice in both glasses.

I turn sharply to face him. “Haven’t yet...why?”

“Well, he was so worried about it yesterday.“ Jungkook sits on the counter. “You should tell him.”

“I know.” I turn around to check on my grilled cheese. Jungkook quickly grabs one of the sandwiches and I hop on the counter next to him.

“You’re not going to quit the band, are you?” He looks at me with a worried expression. A strand of red hair falling into his forehead. I brush that strand out of his face and shake my head.

“Why would I even do that?” I whisper, furrowing my brows.

“I don’t know.” He looks down at his lap and shrugs. “I know you love the guitar and with us you don’t get to play it that much. And now this dude is offering you to play it. Maybe you’ll like it more with him.”

“Kook, I’m not gonna’ quit the band because of one stupid guitar gig, trust me.” I grab his chin so he’s looking at me when I say this. It’s true, with the band I don’t get to play the guitar as much, but I love what we do and I love the way I feel when I’m with them on stage. We’ve been playing together since high school so it feels like we’re a family. I huff and drop my hand from his face, turning my gaze to my lap. I can feel Jungkook’s stare on me while he eats his sandwich. Maybe this is what’s bothering Jimin also.

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I walk into class early and head for my usual spot in the front row. The room is almost empty and I’m glad because I probably look like shit. I sit down and pull out my headphones and select a random playlist. I’m deeply involved listening to the music when I feel someone sit next to me. I open my eyes and slowly turn my head to the side. A pair of green eyes meet mine and I’m relieved in part, I don’t think I’m in the mood to deal with intense stares from those brown eyes right now. I turn my gaze back to my notebook and all of a sudden I see a paper airplane fly by and land on the floor about a foot away from my seat. I turn around and back to the direction it came from. I see Taehyung sitting on the last row wearing his big ass bandana and a dorky smile. I roll my eyes at him and get up to pick up the paper. I unfold it and read what’s inside.

Hello, you beautiful thing :)

A chuckles escapes my lips as I glace up to where he’s sitting. His smile grows even wider as I shake my head smiling back before I go back to my seat. I find it kind of cute that he’s quoting a Jason Mraz song. I got to admit, he’s such a dork.

I turn around and head towards the room’s exit. I look up and my eyes meet Taehyung’s. I avoid his gaze and keep walking.

“Made you smile didn’t it?” I hear his deep voice behind me as I walk.

“I guess...” I shrug.

“That’s all that matters.” He start walking next to me. I tilt my head to the side and can’t help but admire his side profile, almost like a Greek God, too perfect almost, almost.

He walks a little faster and moves in front of me, turning around to face me so he’s walking backwards now.

“Have coffee with me.” He looks at me so intense that it makes me stop dead in my tracks. Time stops and my breathe quickens. I can hear my own heartbeat pick up its pace and my mouth slightly open at the sight. I forget where I am for a moment as his stare changes to confused.

“Oh, you probably don’t like coffee... Maybe tea then?” He asks in a sweet tone.

“Sorry, I can’t, Taehyung. I have another class now.” I snap back to reality and shake my head. I continue to walk past him.

“I’ll walk you to class then?” I chuckle and look down at my feet. I turn to look at him and he’s looking at me confused again. He reminds me of a lost child and for once his stare doesn’t bother me at all.

“Come on, I’m going to be late.” I grab his wrist and start walking faster. The smile on his face is so big that it reaches his eyes.

We walk in an awkward silence while he carries my jacket. I glance at him once in a while and he looks down at his feet and smiles to himself, almost giggling. I roll my eyes and look ahead. I shrug and look up at Taehyung. I smile just as we approach my classroom. I stop walking and stand in front of him. “Well, this is my stop.” He smiles looking straight into my eyes as he hands me my jacket. Something about him seems so sweet and tender that I find myself smiling back without taking my eyes away from his. I gulp and stare at my feet. Why is my heart beating so fast?

“Yeah, well, I’ll see you around.” I turn around but he grabs my wrist and I feel him come closer to my ear. He moves my hair behind my ear and I can hear him lick his lips. The hairs at the back of my neck stand up as my chest rises.

“The offer still stands,” he whispers so low that it gives me goosebumps. I turn around, confused. I tilt my head up to look at him, his smirk getting bigger. He looks down at his feet and puts his hands in his pockets. “You know, for the coffee or tea... which ever you like is fine for me.” His eyes look up quickly to me and then to his previous state.

“Oh... ok.” I turn around and start walking inside the classroom. I can tell he’s still standing there watching me. I’m not entirely sure of what to think of him. The hairs at the back of my neck still sensitive from the touch of his breath.

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