The boy

                                    

                                          


                          
2006 ↠ First Year | Jeffersonian Medical School
                          
You first met Kim Taehyung in your cadaver lab in freshmen anatomy and physiology.
                          
You weren't looking for any trouble.  The happenings of your past, that made you you, had no place in a room where it would make you stick out because tall poppies get cut. 
                          
Unless, they are as good looking as Taehyung.  
                          
And everyone loved him. He was fawned over by other students, by teachers, by tutors, hell if the cadavers could speak, it would be about his smile. 
                          
Your thoughts on the boy? pfft, Taehyung was the physical manifestation of the word 'annoying'. 
                          
Grasping the attention of the room, your tutor claps loudly. "Alright class, I'm going to pair you all up so you can do the project together and then we can all go home in time," he walks over to his projector. "Welcome to my class, where the dead teach the living." 
                          
As others paired up, talking excitingly around you, you hurried to find the correct page in your workbook instead of worrying who you'd be paired up with. With his voice quickly fading into the background you hurried to catch up with your setup, admittedly you were far behind. The anxiety of not finding a partner was lost on you, you'd rather do it alone. 
                          
In doing so, you hadn't noticed Taehyung from the other side of the classroom now standing on the other side of your table watching you amusedly. You hadn't heard him say hello and it's not like you are hard of hearing or that Kim Taehyung was a quiet person, it's just that you had genuinely gotten used to people avoiding you that you thought he might've been talking to someone else. 
                          
You thought it was coincidental becoming lab partners with Kim Taehyung this way when he had only approached you to compliment your strategic perfume spritzing at the same time the tutor began putting people into pairs. He was just being friendly and his close study friend, Thomas, had been right behind you, waiting for him to come over. 
                          
You tried to detach yourself from the situation. The hottest medical student in your year was standing in front of you, smiling like a goon at you, and playing with your set up. His lips were moving but no words were coming out that you could understand. 

                          
"I haven't really had an opportunity to talk to you before," he says, slightly turning his head at you. "I'm Taehyung." 
                          
He sticks out his gloved hand, expecting you to shake it. 
                          
You stare at it longer than you should. 
                          
"Okay..." he musters, retracting his hand. "We don't do handshakes, wonderful. The weather looks kind of dull today, I wonder if the cafe is open." 
                          
You nod your head. 
                          
This was going to be weird. He's way too social and your brain isn't used to this much interaction from anyone in your school. 
                          
"Do you even talk?" 
                          
You cock your eyebrow at him. "Of course I talk?" 
                          
He raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, then why didn't you talk to me just then?" 
                          
"You didn't ask me a question I could respond to. What am I supposed to say to your speech about the weather? Oh Taehyung, you're absolutely right, the sky does look a bit dull today and somehow that correlates to the cafe opening or closing, how mysterious. Where did you come with that? " 
                          
He blinks at you for a total of three seconds before laughing and it was one of those soft puffy nasal laughs that turn into belly kind of laughs.