ANON:
i know we're in school rn..

ANON:
but i got a lil something for u (;

INCOMING CALL FROM ANON
ACCEPT | DECLINE

KTH:
"h-hello?"

???:
"...."

KTH:
"say something."

???:
"...."

KTH:
"why did you call me if you're not going to say anything?"

???:
( crackle ) "it's..."

KTH:
"it's? it's what?"

???:
( crackle )

???:
"jOOOOOOOHN CENAAAAAAAAAA!"

KTH:
"oh my god."

???:
( soundtrack plays )

END CALL?
YES | NO

CALL ENDED.
[ 0:31 ]

YOU:
fuck you

ANON:
***thank ???

YOU:
no

YOU:
was that even your voice

ANON:
tf im not dumb LMAO i just played the recording on my other phone

ANON:
that's the most you're getting ((;

YOU:
you DICKWAD

YOU:
my heart was beating like so fucking fast i hate you so MUCH

ANON:
my heart was beating so fast + i hate u sm = ????????

ANON:
that doesn't sound like hate to me my dude

YOU:
get ur 👅 checked then

YOU:
***👂

ANON:
when taehyung messes up emoji-ing....... 😔

YOU:
who said i messed up

ANON:
.

YOU:
xD

ANON:
thats gross

YOU:
says the gross one xD

ANON:
stop

YOU:
xD but kouhai chan >_<

ANON:
KIM TAEHYUNG THAT IS ENOUGH

YOU:
omg chill

ANON:
DONT TEXT DURING SCHOOL HOURS LIL BEAN EDUCATION IS REALLY IMPORTANT OK!!!! S M H

YOU:
???? but youre the one who started?????

ANON:
GTG CLASS!!!!

ANON:
TTYLBYE

YOU:
anon what in thcnj

YOU:
jdhNQ HWMX

taehyung sees stars.

"OW, DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?" he knows he shouldn't be the one screaming when he's clearly the one at faultㅡhe'd been the one staring quizzically at his phone's screen while completely out of sync with his immediate surroundings. and sure, the other kid shouldn't have ran straight into him, jarring his forehead into taehyung's in the process, but classes are due to start in a minute so his rush is 100% understandable.

but taehyung's the one who's dropped his books all around his feet, taehyung's the one clutching his forehead and blinking back tears because fuck it hurts, and taehyung's the one who stands a centimeter taller than the otherㅡso taehyung's going to fucking scream.

but he regrets it almost immediately because the kid looks like he's going to burst into tears, and before he can even tell him it's not a big deal, the other has dropped his head down to mask his face with his bangs and is apologizing profusely, over and over and over again as he falls to his knees and scrambles to pick up as many of taehyung's books as he can manage.

taehyung can only blink in surprise as he watches the boy at work, not accustomed to this treatment at all. he pockets his phone and waits for a few seconds, glancing around the corridor in an attempt to make the situation less awkward for the both of them, but then the kid accidentally grabs his foot and he can't take it any longer. "hey."

the stranger jumps to his feet, books he's succeeded in gathering in his arms slipping out to the ground once more. with a wince, he bows his head again and says quickly, "i wasn't looking where i was going, i'm really really sorry, i justㅡi'm s-so sorry..."

taehyung tilts his head to the side. "look at me." the boy only shrinks further, folding his arms in front of him, and taehyung frowns. what a weird kid. "hey, look at me. your stupid bangs are covering your face."

slowly, the boy looks up, eyes large and frightenedㅡalmost perfectly resembling a deer caught in headlights. a vaguely familiar deer.

"do i know you?" taehyung asks, eyebrows furrowing.

the boy makes an odd noise and drops to his knees again to retrieve his books, and taehyung can't help but laugh. "dude, did you just hiccup?"

"i-i'm nervous. i hic-hiccup when i'm nervous," he speaks quietly, gathering a couple books with notably trembling hands.

"you're strange, man. look, it's okay, i got this," taehyung adds, touching the boy's arm in a motion for him to stop. he retracts his hand in shock as the other flinches violently and rushes out a thankyousorrybye before tearing past him.

"what in the world..." taehyung releases a drawn-out sighㅡhe wasn't planning on getting to class on time, anyway. he squats and begins to arrange the scattered pages of the folder he'd dropped, trying to place where he'd seen that goddamn face before, when a low, bored voice drawls out from behind him.

"you're a fucking klutz, you know that?"

taehyung doesn't need to think a second to place that voice. "just help me out, asswipe," he says in way of greeting, not bothering to turn to acknowledge the male who drops down next to him with an annoyed grunt. he's pretty sure yoongi would have just scoffed and walked past him if it wasn't for certain recent events, but it's not that he'd have really minded thatㅡit's something he'd gotten used to. yoongi on his hands and knees helping him out? that he's not used to.

"don't you have class now?" taehyung asks in an attempt at conversation, putting all the pages of the folder back in place and reaching out for an overturned book.

when yoongi doesn't answer, taehyung turns to him, finding the boy frozen in his place as he stares at a tiny chit in his hands.

"yoongi?"

"i'm bunking," the other answers distractedly. he glances at taehyung quickly, who guesses his expression must be pretty goddamn confused as yoongi immediately shakes his head and hands the small piece of paper over to him. "i think this one's for you."

taehyung blinks as he takes the chit, beginning to say, "what do you mean, this oㅡ"

handwritten for a
change. whats up
lil bean !ㅡANON

he breathes out, setting the note down. "oh."

yoongi looks a bit uncomfortable as he plays with the corner of a scattered page on the floor, saying carefully, "it's the same handwriting."

taehyung whips his head around at him. "what?"

"as the note i got." yoongi's voice turns husky in embarrassment as he directs his gaze to the ground. "telling me to ... you know. whatever."

taehyung stares at him for a few seconds before directing his gaze back to the note in awe. "but how...?"

"maybe he slipped it into your folder sometime and it fell out when you dropped it. or one of your books?" yoongi suggests, dusting off his knees and rising to his feet with a couple books under his arm.

taehyung shakes his head, getting up as well. "not possible. i never leave my stuff out of my sighㅡ"

"oh my god," yoongi interrupts with a short laugh, squinting up at taehyung as if it's the first time he's laid eyes on him. "oh my fuck, your forehead is purple."

"huh?" taehyung's not surprised that it's undergone a colour change since the boy from before had rammed into him pretty hard, but he'd completely forgotten about that incident because of the note. "oh, yeah, some kid ran straight into me, tried and failed to help, got all flustered and promptly bolted away. does it look bad?"

"idiot."

"yeah, you're right, of course it looks badㅡ" taehyung touches it gingerly, groaning. "just great."

"no, you fucking idiot." yoongi is gritting his teeth the way he does when taehyung doesn't grasp his explanation for the solution of a problem on his first try. "can't you connect the dots?"

"what dots?"

and yoongi falls silent. just the way he does when he knows that taehyung's a second away from realizing something that's staring him right in the face, so taehyung prepares himself to realize.

and he does.

"are you telling me right nowㅡ" taehyung can hear the excitement in his voice, can feel the excitement in his form as he bounces from foot to foot, "yoongi, are you telling me that that kidㅡare you fucking telling me that i just saw anon?"

"i didn't tell you anything," yoongi shrugs.

"and heㅡyoongi, he looked so familiar, i justㅡif i just remember the name to that face, i'll know who anon is! yoongi, i'm so close to knowing who anon is, this is insane!"

"you don't have to remember his name, you fuckin' dolt."

taehyung stares at him. "did youㅡoh my god, yoongi, did you see him?"

"taehyung..." yoongi begins, and he recognizes that toneㅡit's the one where yoongi takes the object nearest to him in his hands and smacks taehyung across the face with it. taehyung takes a step back because yoongi's still holding his books, and that obviously makes things a lot easier for him. "think."

"a-about?"

"your stupid anon. what do you know about him so far?"

taehyung ticks off on his fingers as he goes, "he's, um, a he. andㅡi have him in my contacts. that's kinda ... it. um."

yoongi glares at him. "taehyung."

"yeah?"

"he's in your math class, you idiot!" yoongi finally bursts out, obviously tired of waiting for taehyung to get it, "and he's going to be in your math class until school fucking closes, so all you have to do isㅡ"

"all i have to do is ask him!" taehyung catches on, breaking into a triumphant grin, "there's no escape for him, yoongi! i just gotta ask him, face-to-face, and he'll have to answer me!"

"you did see his face, right?" yoongi asks. "because it would be a fucking pity if the guy actually ran into you and you didn't see his face."

"yeah, i..." taehyung frowns as he struggles to remember. "iㅡi can't really picture it, he kept hiding it ... he was super weird, dude. like, he kept stuttering and hiccuping and shit."

"hiccuping, the fuck?"

"yeah." taehyung giggles. "it was really cute."

"but you did see his face, right?" yoongi questions impatiently. "like, if you saw it again, you'd know, right?"

"he looked..." there's a small pop in taehyung's head; he blinks. "he looked like a bunny."

"hm?"

taehyung shakes off his sudden memory of the resemblance the boy had to said animal rapidly, saying instead, "i said, you owe me fucking money. the hell, man? where's the cash i lent you three weeks ago?"

"uh, shit," yoongi thrusts the books he'd picked up into taehyung's arms before sprinting past him, "gotta blast, fam! gonna be late for class!"

"YOU FUCKER, YOU SAID YOU WERE BUNKING!"

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sighing bc ppl started suspecting guk before he even came into the story, let me have my fun guys ))--: