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click, click, click. taehyung's camera isn't working again. he doesn't blame it, the old thing has been with him since junior high, and despite having money to buy another, he didn't want to give up on his current one. he sighs in displease, leaning back on the not so comfortable seat of the train, and his finger goes into the hole of the fabric, pulling at it until a small tear appears. he sits alone, like always, in a small compartment of the train. they're on their way to busan, a class trip sponsored by miss choi. to capture and take in nature's true beauty, she had said in a way too excited voice days prior.
so now he's here, in a stupid train, with motion sickness and a non working camera. he catches a glance of a group of boys goofing off, and he internally yearns for that. but no, he's kim taehyung. awkward, shy, and mumbly taehyung; son of entrepreneurs, probably loaded with enough cash to pay for half of the students loans. the students call him spoiled and a fraud for supposably buying his way into college while they worked their asses off to get accepted. of course, none of that was true. perhaps he was spoiled at some point in his childhood, but once he turned 12, his parents didn't hesitate in sending him to an all boys boarding school overseas. and it turned him gay. at least that's how he explains it.
taehyung, who had dyed his hair back to its original color of dark brown, leans his head back and lets out an agonizing sigh of pain as he feels a throbbing sensation start to develop inside the left side of his head. i really hate train rides.
"if it isn't kim," an annoying voice interrupts his almost nap, and taehyung finds himself frowning out of habit.
"jeon," he says in a disgusted voice, glaring daggers at the raven haired boy that works out more than he studies. with his ridiculous body and equally ridiculous face, jeon jeongguk stands at 5'11 clad in black skinny jean that hug his enormous thighs and make his petite waist even more snatched and taehyung is so jealous of his godly body. . . back on track tae, you hate him. anyways.
their relationship had started out friendly, and for two weeks they were friends. until the other students spread nasty rumors and lies about how taehyung had bought his grades and other things that had spiraled out of his control. and jeon, coming from a not so rich family, thought it was unfair that while he had to work his ass off, pricks like taehyung could just waltz in anytime. those were his own words. and they had hurt tae at the time, coming from his so called friend. but time heals wounds, and so their rivalry blossomed from the ruins caused by words and prejudices. so now they were here:
"why don't you go interact with the human race? oh wait, i forgot, nobody likes you," jeon laughs, making his way out of the compartment and joining the rest of the rats.
taehyung rolls his eyes, kicking the seat next to him out of annoyance before taking out his headphones and angrily plugging them into his phone. quickly turning on his im fucking mad playlist, he tries to go to sleep for the next two hours. but his second attempted nap gets interrupted once again by his phone announcing an incoming call.
he whines but proceeds to answer. "what's wrong mom?"
"honey you won't get to stay all month in busan. there'll be a driver picking you up in— not safe— careful— ove you."
the call is full of static, and taehyung can barely make out half of what his mother says before he gets annoyed and hangs up. yeah, he's certain of it now. he hates train rides.
a/n: and we're started. dedicated to my love firenations 🥰
