The day dragged on with new classes, new teachers, and endless stares. Being the transfer student wasn’t easy, and Taehyung could feel eyes on him wherever he went. Whispers followed, but he ignored them, calmly jotting down notes with neat handwriting.
By lunchtime, the cafeteria was buzzing. Students claimed their usual spots, laughing with their groups
Taehyung, holding a simple tray of rice and kimchi, scanned the room. Every table was packed. Every pair of eyes seemed to size him up.
He finally spotted an empty corner table and quietly made his way there.
But before he could even sit, a hand slammed down on the table.
jungkook
“Yah, nerd.”
He leaned casually on the edge of the table, his group of friends circling behind him. The smirk was back, the same one that had greeted Taehyung in the hallway
jungkook
This is my spot( tilting his head)
jungkook
Didn’t anyone tell you? Transfer students don’t get the luxury of sitting alone
Taehyung looked at the tray in his hands, then at Jungkook. His expression stayed blank, almost bored
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