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[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

the odd ones out.

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au, aspiring pilot!taehyung and foreigner!reader

warnings — eventual smut and cursing, further warnings will be mentioned before each chapter.

synopsis — in which you travel to korea to learn about their language and culture for a class (thinking you'll have a great time and experience) until kim taehyung, the close minded student body president, decided to make your life close to living hell just because he hated outsiders like you.

chapters (ongoing) —

prologue.

character's board —

KIM TAEHYUNG

JUNG HOSEOK

KIM NAMJOON

KIM SEOKJIN

PARK JIMIN

JEON JUNGKOOK

MIN YOONGI

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

coming soon...

[staycult]

crying bcs i have a taehyung fic in mind but im too insecure abt my writing 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

it's a serie.......but idk if ppl will like it [REST]

[staycult]

crying bcs i have a taehyung fic in mind but im too insecure abt my writing 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

it's a serie.......but idk if ppl will like it [REST]

[staycult]

i also have a chan, seungmin, binnie and an innie highschool bf ready to post BUT *SIGH* ⚰️⚰️⚰️

[staycult]

the odd ones out.

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au, aspiring pilot!taehyung and foreigner!reader

warnings — eventual smut and cursing, further warnings will be mentioned before each chapter.

synopsis — in which you travel to korea to learn about their language and culture for a class (thinking you'll have a great time and experience) until kim taehyung, the close minded student body president, decided to make your life close to living hell just because he hated outsiders like you.

chapters (ongoing) —

prologue.

character's board —

KIM TAEHYUNG

JUNG HOSEOK

KIM NAMJOON

KIM SEOKJIN

PARK JIMIN

JEON JUNGKOOK

MIN YOONGI

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

coming soon...

[staycult]

THE ODD ONES OUT // PROLOGUE

pairing — taehyung x reader

genre — college au

word count — 4.7k

warnings — mentions of toxic family, vomiting (just once), sadness of leaving. taehyung doesnt make an appearance yet, but is mentioned.

A hint of frost builds up on your window as the night sky becomes darker. You rested your head on the moving taxi’s seat, watching familiar buildings pass by.

This is it, you’re finally fleeing. Away from everything you made yourself familiar with, everything that was worth your while.

You felt sad having to leave the place you grew up in, but this choice was made by you and made to help you. Memories from your home flashes right before your eyes as your destination comes closer—the airport.

A few hours from now, you will be in an entire different country, surrounded by people with a very much different belief and culture.

You didn’t know what to feel. Do you feel happy leaving your once happy family behind to pursue your dreams? Of course, but at what cost? There’s always a catch to it, you just don’t know yet.

Were you sad because you had to leave? or is it because of the cold December blues? nobody has the answer to anything at this point.

Years ago if you would imagine leaving home, you thought your mother would be in tears and father being stoic. Car filled with oddly shaped bags and suitcases as you head to college. Maybe that's the way it would have been if only you and your parents kept a good relationship.

Well that was not the case.

Instead, your mother’s silence screamed happiness and your father was not even present the moment you left your childhood home.

You sighed as you prepared to get your wallet from your backpack.

“You okay?” a honey-like voice called beside you. Turning your head to his direction, you see a tired and a rather concerned look on Yoongi’s face.

“I’m okay.” You replied in a nonchalant manner, clearly giving Yoongi the idea that something was bothering you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your painfully obvious lie.

“You’re not,” He said, as a matter of factly. You turned your head back to the window view, just to avoid talking about your confusing emotions with someone like Yoongi, who usually gives unsolicited advice.

You rested your palms against your cheek as you relaxed your head to the window frame. Hearing a sigh from beside you, “Look, if you’re worried about leaving everything behind and starting a new life, don’t be.”

Well, you weren’t, but now you were.

You are not worried about leaving everything behind because this was YOUR choice. You have thought of this over and over for the past few months until you finally decided that it’s really time to leave.

But now that Yoongi mentioned it, is it really worth it? To choose a career over fixing your relationship with your family?

You just want to forget it all.

He placed his hand on top of your free one, making you turn your gaze back at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great..you can come back here any time. I’ll support you whatever your decision is.” He added.

You massage your temples using your hand near the car window, “I'm fine, Gi, really.” you replied while giving him a reassuring smile.

You are fine, it’s just that, you’ll miss this place. Despite the angst and anger imprinted on your home, you couldn't deny there was still happiness lingering around that place.

The mix of melancholy from leaving and excitement for starting a new life builds up on your body just resulting in making you anxious about the flight and the adjustment.

The taxi came to a halt as the driver in front stopped the meter. The screen displayed the amount of money needed to be paid, both you and yoongi split the amount.

Ah, Yoongi. What would you do without him?

You have known Yoongi for most of your life, well that’s mainly because of your mothers. Both of them were childhood best friends that decided it was a great idea to have children with the same age range.

The only difference was.. your mother was a little more problematic than Yoongi’s.

Ever since he found out how abusive your mom is, he made a promise to himself that he would always protect you. No matter what, under any circumstances.

He did. And you are more than grateful.

Up until now, even if you’re moving to another country, Yoongi still found a way to be with you. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Yoongi was a ladies man growing up. He had the looks and a smile any girl would fall for. Not only that, but he had endless charisma within him. That was just one of his many talents.

He’s one of the best players of basketball in your highschool, so it was no surprise that he was given a full scholarship. Free college at a good university in return for playing for them? It’s a yes in his book.

Both you and Yoongi always had the admiration for travelling, may it be long car trips at 2AM or just choosing the longer way home.

At the age 12 you had your first ever airplane ride. And something about flying made you feel warm and happy, which led you into deciding that your dream job is to become a flight attendant.

To give warm smiles to passengers while learning to keep them safe is now one of your goals.

As for Yoongi, his Father was once a great Pilot. Everybody admired Mr. Min for his humble attitude and charisma. Yoongi wanted to be admired like that too.

Which led him to deciding to follow his old man’s steps. “But a better one!” his dad advised.

The taxi driver went out of his seat to help you and Yoongi take out the luggage in the trunk. You went out of the car, feeling the winter wind hug you inside your knitted sweater.

“Help me out here! Shit, you have lots of bags and for what?!” you heard Yoongi struggle in the back of the trunk, sweat forming in his forehead, making the taxi driver let out a low laugh.

You snort at the look of his face, “For a basketball player, you sure are unfit.”

“shut up and come here!” he demanded which made you laugh for the first time since the sun rised.

—

The airport was one of the most beautiful man made structures in your opinion. Elegantly curved roofs colored in quartz with huge glass windows that give travellers the view of the airplanes. check-in desks to the cafe's and through the gates, each one of them heading for a destination of their own making.

As I turn to depart I feel part of my soul imprint onto the walls, a parting gift from me to this place.

This is really it.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, holding a freshly made americano on his hand and his passport and ticket on the other, handing them to me because god knows what will happen if he lost it.

The man can’t leave without his coffee.

You gave him a nod even if anxiety was taking over you. “It’s going to be okay.” he said, as if he read your mind. Even if he did, you were more than sure he’ll understand.

He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that’s your best friend. He made you feel at ease.

“Let’s go?” You asked, making Yoongi smile. “Seoul here we go!” he cheered, raising a ball of fist in the air. His loud voice made people turn to his direction.

“Oh my God, you are embarrassing.” You cringed, covering your face and started walking towards the baggage screening.

“Hey! Wait up!” you heard his footsteps run over towards you.

You and Yoongi proceeded to check-in your excess luggage, leaving behind your essentials to be hand carried.

The security guided the both of you towards the boarding pass. “My passport and ticket is with you, right?” Yoongi asked, throwing his empty plastic cup in the nearest bin.

“Yeah,” you hurriedly walked over to the lady on the podium. With Yoongi following behind, you gave her both of your passes.

With that out of the way, you were now led to the infamous airplane aisle. Taking a deep breath, you went inside.

“Welcome aboard!” a beautiful and a rather tall stewardess greeted. You gave her a warm smile in return and went back to look at your ticket.

“Where do we sit?” Yoongi leaned in to whisper. “16A for me and 17A for yours, I get the window seat.” You claimed, looking for your designated spot.

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard to Flight 1231 with service to Seoul, South Korea. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.”

You did as you were told and double checked all of your personal belongings.

“We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Bangtan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

Yoongi snickered in his seat, his giddyness radiating. “After four years, it’s going to be you speaking on those radio thingies.”

You couldn't help but smile, taking his comment as a compliment. You were about to respond when a manlier voice spoke through the so-called radio.

“Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Bangtan Airlines, Flight 1231. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 32,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 8:42pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Seoul approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule.”

“And that,” you pointed at the radio above you, “will be you soon.”

“The weather in Seoul is gloomy and freezing, with a low of negative 7 degrees for this evening. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

You then again followed as you were told. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax and clear your thoughts.

Everything will be okay.

You heard Yoongi struggling for the nth time tonight, but this time it was with his mini TV. He can’t seem to choose a good movie for the time being.

“Want to watch shrek with me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “No.” you deadpan, receiving an eye roll from him.

Last night, exactly 23 hours ago, you felt like you had the longest dream.

It was set in a beautiful mountain top, with trees standing ghost-like, the river and the clouds. The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander. Below stood a boy, with a beautiful smile.

You could've sworn you’ve never seen that boy your entire life, so who could it be?

The boy you saw gave you an angsty smile, a hint of anger and regret all at once. What could all these mean? Is this a sign of some sort?

You sighed as you heard the captain speak again,

“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”

—

You basically slept through half of the flight in hopes to ease your anxiety, just waking up to eat. Yoongi nudged you from your ascending slumber and handed you a small tray all while in a blurry state.

"thank you," You mumbled, stretching your numb limbs to relax your bones. Carefully peeling the layer of shiny aluminum foil covering the meal to retain heat, the food was revealed to be freshly made bread and different kinds of spreads to choose from.

Looking over at Yoongi’s tray he had chosen the pasta which looked delicious, covered by a smooth sauce and parmesan.

Yoongi knew you don’t like eating a lot during plane rides, unless you want to cause a commotion and vomit all over the place. So being the best friend that he is, he chose the best option.

The food was rather normal. you expected it to be worse, but this one gets a pass.

You slept through the rest of the flight, waking up to the now familiar voice of the captain.

You are now in south korea, as can be seen from your window, morning light becomes more bright, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.

The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” The captain's voice awakens the passengers, most of them immediately looking through the windows with smiles plastered on their faces.

As the aircraft descends, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul Airport. Local time is 10:14AM and the temperature is still at negative seven.” The captain informs.

Flight attendants proceeded to help the passengers remove their seat belts when the plane finally landed. Double checking your belongings, you notice an excited Min Yoongi.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” He exclaimed, holding your hand inside his as he shook them around. Passengers are now forming a line, ready to wander around.

“On behalf of Bangtan Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”

—

“Is this it? check it again.” Yoongi blabbered.

You stood in front of the university that you and yoongi would study in for the next four years or so.

There was no motel to be checked in because that would cost cash. Instead, you and yoongi decided to head directly to your designated dorm.

“Yes, i’m sure!” you said, annoyed. Yoongi raised his hands in defeat, “alright fine! just double checking, jeez.”

Filling up all the requirements needed, the lady in the front desk finally decided to give both of you the keys. Security guiding you along the way.

This is when Yoongi and you part ways, not literally apart but..you won’t be sharing rooms since you both take a different course.

The university was a famous aviation university in Korea, the home of aspiring and soon to be pilots, flight attendants and anything in between.

Yoongi’s dormitory was not too far from yours, maybe a building apart. You wonder what kind of room mate you’ll have. Will they be kind? An asshole? Like Yoongi?

Socializing is not a problem for you, in fact, you were kind of a social butterfly in your highschool days. So this won’t be too different, won’t it?

You Pressed the number 12 on the elevator. Your building had 15 floors, beautifully designed at least. Still with your luggages in your grip, you hurriedly ran your hands through your hair to fix it a bit.

Have to look decent for your new dorm mate, right?

The elevator let out a ping, indicating that you are on your desired floor. You dragged your luggage loose and went to find your room. ‘Room 1231’ you read at the key card, this must be it.

Standing in front of Room 1231, you knocked thrice.

A minute passed and there was still no answer. Did you not have a dorm mate? You tried knocking again.

Still no answer.

You twisted the door open, only to be greeted with an off-white room, with wooden furniture beautifully arranged in all the right places.

“Hello?” you dragged your luggage from behind you, kicking the door close with your feet. Leaving the bags behind, you slowly toured yourself around the house.

Silence filled up the room since no one answered.

The dorm had two bedroom doors that were painted in oak, assuming this place had two rooms. In front of the main door, you would immediately see a dining table and the marbled kitchen beside it.

The dorm looks decent, you could live with this.

Still no response to your constant calls, you decided to unpack your stuff while sitting on the couch. The door beside the couch leads to the toilet, you guess. You never bothered to check anyway.

In front of the couch was a small glass coffee table and In front of that was a small TV.

You hummed as you folded your clothes neatly, placing them on the glass table, wondering what could yoongi be doing at the moment at his own dorm.

You both promise to stay in touch and even hang around if you both had free time anyway.

“So you’re my new room mate, huh?” A manly voice from behind you stated.

Eyes turning wide you followed your instinct and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and repeatedly hit the comfortably dressed man.

“What are you- Stop! Sto-” He blocked your hits and you came to a halt when you realized he just got out of the shower,

“Oh my god! I am SO sorry.” you gasped..so HE is your roommate. “I thought no one was home so I let myself in and i-”

You come closer to him, still having your palms on your lips in shock. “I’m sorry..”

The man who seemed to be your age just took in a relieved sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

“You almost killed-”

“I know! Oh god i am so sorry.” you clasped your hands together in pleading when he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

He had ash brown hair and his facial features were baby-like, crescented eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing ugly about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth.

“...and you are?” he turned his head slightly to the side, you didn’t quite catch what he said. stammering to your words,

“Sorry, what?” you blinked twice, showing confusion. He let out a chuckle, showing his imperfectly perfect teeth, “Your name. What is it?” He repeated, heading over to the fridge just beside the dining table to get water, you guess.

“Oh uh..[y/n], you are?” You asked, quickly fixing your posture so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

Opening a bottle of water, he handed one to you as he sat on the sofa. Making you adjust your body to face him. Now below you, he responded,

“Jimin.” The now named boy smiled offering his hand for you to shake. You complied with a smile.

—

Jimin is one of the most funniest fucking guy you have ever met.

two hours into getting to know each other, you were getting along pretty well.

Of course telling your deepest secrets wasn't involved yet, but all the basic information needed to know was disclosed.

You wiped your fallen tear as you clutched your stomach in hopes to stop laughing.

Both you and Jimin wheezed again until you both eventually stopped laughing because your jaws hurt.

“It’s getting pretty late and you’re probably jet lagged, say let’s talk again tomorrow?” he said, standing up from the carpeted floor both of you sat in.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired and I have an orientation to attend to the next day.” you waved, eating your last piece of pizza that you guys ordered an hour ago.

“Goodnight, y/n!” He cheered, covering his mouth from letting out a yawn.

“Goodnight!”

Entering your room, you sat on the end of your bed ; four walls, a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. You love it. No matter how small it is, there was no Mom to tell you to tidy up and get your shit together, get your laundry done, stop going on twitter… you could hear indistinct chatter in the thin wall separating you from your neighbors.

These would be your new friends, drinking buddies, partners in crime. you glanced down at the unpacked boxes that lay about her feet, tomorrow is going to be a tiring day.

As your consciousness ebbed, your mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

—

A week has passed since you have landed in Korea. Official class starts in 4 days. Excitement rushes over your body, finally starting the first step to your goal of being a flight attendant.

You actually liked school ever since, due to the fact that it served as a distraction from everything else.

But this was different. This is college. Everything you do will affect your future.

This school year will serve as my golden ticket in the snow. It's a chance to better myself, to learn and grow. It's a chance for change, or perhaps metamorphosis if you're lucky.

Feeling a good kind of explosion in your brain, a type that carries more possibilities than you could be conscious of, there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity where you could actually feel it.

It’s like a calling card for adventure, paths awaiting on your feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, sure, there could be tears, but it was your adventure to take and so you smiled.

The ideas would come, probably when you least expected it.

It has become a habit of yours these past week to go out every morning with Yoongi, just to explore your new home.

The city you now lived in was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys.

You could hear the loud ass honking of the vehicles early in the morning. When going out, you see Impatient businessmen who enter their 20 storey offices, you see mothers who had their crying children in front of their schools, and even some professors from a local highschool who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel and a coffee before their morning classes.

After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humongous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street with Yoongi, he sensed the fresh batch of sweet and cheesy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.

“Let’s try this café out!” He pulled your wrists inside the cafe.

A ring! the sound from the bells above the door chirped as both you and Yoongi entered. The smell of bread and coffee colonized your senses as you looked for a place to sit in.

The café looked like what you’d expect. Square tables with glass tops, a 90’s looking menu, light classical music, waiters dressed in white and brown, marbled floors with large windows and small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table and of course, the daily specials on a chalkboard.

Yoongi ordered a simple pancake with a chocolate dressing and coffee for the drink while you ordered an avocado toast.

Pleasing silence while both of you ate was something you’re now used to.

Korea was slowly engraving itself to your heart.

—

The halls were crowded with people.

It wasn’t chaotic like the movie mean girls when regina spread the secrets inside the burn book. It was perfect.

The right amount of chatter and silence filled the whole hallway.

In highschool you would expect the couple that was always making out on the lockers, mean girls, jocks, band geeks with their huge instrument cases.

But in this particular college, there were the aerospace students, future flight attendants, aspiring pilots and engineers.

Yoongi was on the other side of the building, probably on his first class to be a pilot himself. While here you were in front of your class door, ethics.

In which you’ll learn about the do’s and don’ts of being an attendant.

You opened the door to reveal a teacher-less teacher’s desk, a minimum of 50 chairs scattered neatly and 5 other students who seem to have no interest in you.

You sat at a random chair and whipped out your pen and notebook. While waiting, you decided to just text yoongi a random meme.

Students slowly filled up the room,

“Hi, is this seat taken?” A man’s voice said, making you turn your attention from your phone, to him.

“Oh no! It’s free” you smiled, giving him enough space to adjust to the seat. You were so distracted on your phone that you didn't notice the room was already filled.

He seemed a bit shy to talk so you engaged first, it was in your natural habitat to do so.

“I’m [y/n], by the way! nice to meet you..?” you introduced, offering you a hand out for him to shake.

“Hoseok, you can call me hobi..if you’d like.” he pursed his lips but lets out a heart shaped smile in the end.

“Okay, hobi! i guess we’ll be seat mates for a while.” you smiled. You wanted the conversation to keep going, but the professor silenced everyone in the room.

—

Ethics class was rather interesting. As they say, you learn new things everyday. Hobi and you were whispering random jokes about ethics which made the class a little bearable.

But the fifth time you attended, it was getting pretty fucking boring.

“Say, do you want a tour around the campus?” He asked as he opened the door to go outside for you.

You remembered you have no next class so you have a free hour, same goes for hobi.

“You’ve been around here?” you asked tucking a stray hair that was bothering you behind your ear.

“Yes, i had free time before school started, is that a yes or a no?” he asked, now walking backwards.

You gave him a nod of approval as he pulled your wrist, making you walk a little faster than normal.

—

Bulletin boards were now scattered around the school and big letters forming a “vote now!” were scattered. You didn’t know colleges still had a voting for student council, but that made sense because students still need a leader. Plus it’s good for a resume.

You were now walking past these people who were standing on a ladder, in hopes to put the banners up properly.

You gave some of them a smile and they did so back. You share the same class with most of them. You were alone, walking over to hobi who was waiting outside of his class door.

You and him had been fairly close, attending classes together and eating together for lunch. It was a good thing since Yoongi himself has been busy with a different schedule.

Hobi introduced you to this stairwell that nobody actually uses. Both of you hang around there during your free time.

“Took you long enough.” he smiled, peeling himself off the wall he was leaning into and started walking with you.

“Sorry! the old prof of mine basically told her whole love story with her 2 different husbands.” you shrugged.

he let out a disapproving laugh with a hand over his stomach. “Old people, huh?” he said as he shook his head.

As both of you made your way to another class you shared, a banner caught your attention. A list of candidates has already been released.

you stopped your tracks and so did hobi. He let out a gasp as he pointed towards a candidate’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Damn, I didn’t know he would be running for president! out of all positions there is!” He exclaimed.

“What? Who?”

“Kim Taehyung? I’m sure he’ll win, that guy is like a chick-magnet—” he paused, turning towards you with a scared look on his face.

“You’re from another country, right?” Hobi asked and you gave him a slow nod, indicating that you are still confused.

Who is this Kim Taehyung and why is Hobi worried?

“Oh..Then you don’t have to know who he is. He hates “outsiders” like yourself.” he quote on quote.

“And if he doesn’t like someone, he'll make them aware of it.”

[staycult]

[2:32]

warning — smut (fingering, fem receiver and riding)

"jimin, im in class" you swatted jimin's hand away from your thighs under your study table. "hm? they wont see me" he chuckled, continuing to make circles using his palms on your inner thigh.

wearing nothing but panties right now is a very bad and bold decision, especially that jimin is here. you cant help it, you were late for class and had nothing to wear.

you tried to keep your focus on the lesson presented in online class, constantly checking your webcam to see if your boyfriend can be seen in the frame. which luckily, he cant be seen.

as your teacher discussed on and on about chemistry's history, you felt jimin's fingers press up to your clothed clit, slowly rubbing in circular motions.

you groaned at the sudden sensation, the warmth on jimin's fingers was making you drip, a little too fast. trying to look normal infront of the camera, you placed your chin on your palms to cover your mouth.

you let out a low moan as you felt jimin place your panties to the side and started pumping his digits inside you. "so wet for me, baby" his deep voice sending shivers down to your spine.

as he went faster and faster you decided to turn off your camera. you wanted him so so so bad inside you.

you turned your chair around to face him when he returned a smirk to you. disregarding your panties to the floor, you spread our legs wider to give jimin a better view of your wetness.

he licked his lips in response as he pulled your chair closer, sliding his fingers into you again. your juices are dripping from jimin's fingers when you finally feel your high coming.

you noticed the obvious buldge in jimin's shorts, you pulled yourself off of his fingers and strangled his lap. shock was written on his face but this was quickly replaced by him removing his shorts.

his cock stood out tall and his tip is dripping & red. your pussy is still covered with your own juices, making it easier to glide yourself in his dick.

he hissed as you finally took him all in, your walls clenching when you felt his cock twitch inside you. after adjusting to his length, jimin's hand pressed against your waist as he guided you up and down.

"a-ah fuck angel, you feel so g-good" he whimpered underneath you. jimin's moans were so heavenly, it was like music to your ears. this made you ride him faster, feeling the high coming in again.

"[y/n] m-more, please" he begged, sweat dripping down from his neck and temples. you pulled jimin closer and burried your face onto his neck as you felt your release.

jimin soon followed when you felt his warm juices inside you. he carried you back to your chair, you felt weak after that much needed sex.

he ran to the bathroom to get a box of tissues and quickly wiped your thighs to clean. jimin grabbed a glass of water as well and placed a fresh pair of underwear for you.

"im sorry for bothering you during your class" he pouted has he wore back his underpants. "it's okay, besides, i think the class already ended." you chuckled, giving him a light peck on the lips.

he pulled you in for a hug when your phone buzzed. you both groaned at the sound that interupted your hug.

Ally chemistry sent you a message.

you sat in jimin's lap as he burried his head onto your neck, watching you open your phone.

Ally chemistry : turn off your mic next time, idiot.

[staycult]

[2:07]

you were never a fan of sports. more specifically, basketball. not that you hate it for all it's worth, it's just not your forté. watching people play basketball never really gave you any amusement. okay, maybe a little annoyance towards the arrogant jocks, but that's about it.

but why the fuck are you wearing min yoongi's, the basketball captain of your school's varsity shirt?

you huffed with your arms crossed as you watch him run across the court while dribbling the ball, spinning around with a jump, then shooting the ball to it's ring using only one hand. a loud cheer boomed all over the court that made your ears ring.

yoongi is at his peak right now. as usual your school is scoring ahead, thanks to him.

you leaned over to the barrier that is separating you from the court, the cold metal making your arm ache for a moment. you sighed as yoongi yet again shoots you a wink after scoring a point.

how did you end up here anyway?

well, being the competitive person you are—you started provoking yoongi that he wouldn't be able to win against you in a game of mario cart.

whoever lost, gets to follow what the winner wanted. in that case, it's making you wear his varsity shirt and watch him play.

you and yoongi werent necessarily friends or enemies. sure, he pissed you off most of the time with his cockiness, but you're not the type to hold any grudges.

you both agreed to be civil. unfortunately for you though, the party you attended to was boring as hell which resulted to you and yoongi ditching to play mario cart.

look where it got to now.

you then again observed what yoongi was doing inside the court, since you had nothing better to do anyway.

he sat down for a moment to drink water and stood back up to meet with his team, so you guessed they were given a short break. he listened attentively to his coach while wiping off his sweat using his shirt, giving the crowd a good view of his abs.

high pitched screeches from the girls behind you peirced your ears. why the hell are they screaming over a muscle?

you shot those girls a dirty look, making them shut up almost instantly. you faced the court once again, hoping to watch the game in peace when whispers from behind you prevented you from doing so.

"must be yoongi's girlfriend, see, she's wearing his shirt!" was the comment that stood out to you the most. how did they know that this was his shir—

right.

his name was written in the back of the shirt, along with a number 9. you were about to protest when a whistle rang from across the court.

this is the last round, if your school scores more, the victory is ours. you decided to let the girls be and just focus on the damn game.

you watched as the game started to get more intense. the opposite team is slowly keeping up with the scores. with each shoot of the ball in the ring, the crowd is getting rowdier and rowdier. and you notice yourself getting into the game too.

at this rate, the scores are too close to eachother, making you hold onto the barrier too tight. the timer is less than 20 seconds. yoongi held the ball tightly, the intense atmosphere inside the court is overflowing. you were too into the game to even think straight.

"go yoongi! you got this!" you screamed on top of your lungs, making the crowd join with their own chants as well.

from far away, you swore you saw yoongi smile. he picked up his pace and did a cross over to the player from the opposite team, making him trip on the floor. yoongi took this as an advantage to get to the ring. despite having the other players blocking him, he managed to shoot the ball right before the timer beeped.

shouts and cheers are all over the place. your side of the court is basically going feral. but that's okay because you were too.

you jumped up and down realizing that your school won. yoongi tried to help the guy who tripped after shooting the ball, which just resulted to him getting rejected. the guy is clearly bitter for losing.

after screaming with happiness, you ran over to the court and went straight into yoongi's arms, making him yelp at the sudden intimacy.

"congrats! you did so great!" you smiled while swaying him around. "thank you" he said while flashing you his famous gummy smile, hugging you back with his hands lazily rested on your back.

it feels good. hugging yoongi with his happy aura all over him. even with sweat, you could care less.

"wow yoongi, i didnt know you had a girl!" a manly voice spoke from behind you. realizing what the guy said, you noticed your position with yoongi.

you quickly detached yourself from the hug and saw people glancing at your direction. you looked behind you to see the guy who spoke, "what? i am no—"

"yeah, i do, isnt she great?" yoongi stated, draping his arms over your shoulder, pulling you close. you pinched the back of his hand that was near your face and removed his arm from you,

"shut up?! we're not even friends!" you scowled, crossing your arms. he gave you a laugh and made you face him properly. he lowered himself down to your height, "oh? we can change that" he smirked, his face unbelievably close.

"get a fucking room!" the guy watched in disgust as he gave yoongi a slap on the shoulder, leaving you both. the court was almost empty at this point, which draws yoongi's attention to you only.

the least expected happened and he gave you a hug. with his arms all over your waist, he pulled you closer as he rested his cheek on top of your head, circling his palms on your back in the process.

"thank you for cheering me on today, i appreciated it." he smiled, a real one. you couldnt help but smile back. this really felt good. you wanted to stay here forever.

"no problem, i wasnt expecting to be so into the game" you laughed as you relaxed yourself to his chest.

you both break off from the hug while yoongi placed both of his arms on your shoulder, "friends?" he smiled, hope in his eyes.

"friends." you smiled back, holding the back of his palm that was on your shoulder.

"more than friends?" he asked, half teasingly.

"you wish, yoongi." you replied, earning a laugh from him, a laugh that you want to hear more.

"maybe next time though" you whispered as he pulled you in for another hug.

maybe basketball isn't that bad if you're cheering for someone, right?

[staycult]

highschool!felix as your boyfriend

pairing — gender neutral reader x felix

genre — fluff / bullet scenario

word count — 1.2k

enjoy!

ok hi

it's english class and you were bored

you hated this class A LOT

you were basically failing

you can understand and speak english

but academic and formal writing? No

the bell rang and you let out a sigh

finally?????

as u were about to go out when someone called you

“[y/n]” your teacher called out

“ma’am?” you answered in a low voice, going in front of your classroom

she pinched her nose bridge and clasped her hands together

“i dont know how to say this without sounding mean, but im not liking your grades in my subject” she spoke

you expected this

but still, you were disappointed

“look, i know you can do this, you just need a little improvement with your essays” she said with a reassuring smile.

“what can i do, ma’am?” you asked, hopeful for a chance

“i can assign you with one of our foreign students? will you be okay with that?”

“anything, ma’am” you replied.

“i’m thinking ‘bout assigning you with felix, from honors class. will that be okay with you?” she suggested

“i’ll meet up with him, thank you ma’am” you bowed apologetically

honors class, huh? this guy must really know what he’s doing. you proceeded to go to his said section and waited outside for a bit. the conversation with your teacher ate up at least 10 mins of your 30 minute break. you sighed as you played with your fingertips, leaning against the wall beside felix’s classroom door.

a bunch of properly groomed students went out the door, until you realized you don’t know what he looks like. giving yourself a mental slap, you nudged one of the guys who was about to go out. “uh hi, do you know who felix is?” you asked while maintaining eye contact, studying the boy’s features. “that would have to be me, what can i do for you?” he asked in a low tone, giving you chills.

you explained the whole situation with him while he gave you a nod. “is that so? im available after school,” he poked his cheek with his tounge, “we can discuss it at a cafe if youre available as well” he suggested. “that would be great! thank you” you said half enthusiastically half embarrassed. enthusiast because you have a hot boy as a mentor, embarrassed because you need a mentor in the first place.

you both agreed to meet up at the cafe, in which you guys went on time

in just a span of 2 hours

you have noticed your little mistakes when it comes to writing essays

his tone of voice and way of teaching really helped you a lot

showing him your essays was embarrassing though

but he showed no judgement towards you

which made you feel at ease

weeks have past and mentoring with him is something you look forward to after school

to the point where you guys dont even study anymore

you learned his little habits

and you learned that he isnt that serious all the time

(just in teaching)

in fact he is very loud

VERY loud

sometimes you just want to leave the cafe because of his bad jokes

but you love his presence nonetheless

skinship with him is what made you feel things

the closeness of your faces when he’s trying to check your work

or when your pen accidentally falls of the table and both of you get it at the same time

each day that passes, you start to feel things that you have never felt before

like why do you suddenly blush when he compliments your work?

or when he already knows what to order for you at the cafe

or the way he stares when youre focusing on writing?

months after your daily mentoring with felix has become one of the best times of the day and something you looked forward to. thesis day came in and you had to write a formal paper. both of you had to. so you agreed to meet up with him so he could guide you along the way while doing his too.

“does this sound okay?” you asked while flipping your laptop screen towards him. he scanned the work of yours and gave you a nod plus a thumbs up, he was unbelievably and obviously quiet today. he proceeded to type on his own laptop and you did too, ignoring the fact that he was very much awkward.

the tension was so thick between the two of you and you mustered up the courage to speak up. “lix, did i do something wrong?” you asked, peeking on top your laptop. he was taken aback by your words and gave you a sigh. he set his laptop a side, “im sorry, im not mad at you i swear!” he said sadly, handing you out his pinky, something both of you do. it’s a measure of honesty and trust, atleast for you and him. you gladly hooked your pinky with his, feeling reassured.

“then what’s wrong?” you asked, worried. “i-it’s just that,” he paused, “im having a problem with my essay,” he spoke, not maintaining eye contact with you. “i dont know, i sound so weird in it, please read it for me” he said finally looking at you. before you could protest, he already showed you his screen.

please forgive me for being cheesy as hell, but i dont know how else do i say this to you. i just want to let you know that i have been enjoying my time with you a lot. your presence makes me so happy. everything about you is just *chef’s kiss* ksksks but yea i guess this is a confession? i like you a lot, [y/n] i rlly rlly do. im sorry for being such an awkward bitch but it’s your fault youre too cute! anyway i probably look like a loser infront of you right now, no matter what your choice is, i hope we can still stay the same.

god how do i show thi|

you let out a snort and held your laugh for a moment. you closed his laptop and set it aside, “so, does my essay sound good?” he asked fiddling with his fingers. you laughed at how he just confessed. “come on felix! youre acting like i didnt read your confession” you chuckled.

"i do like you too, felix" you smiled at him

his eyes shifted into a happy one, giving you his much beautiful smile.

“maybe a lot more than you do.” you confessed, holding his hands inside of yours.

"but i knew you wouldnt ask someone like me for help" you joked and he gave you a laugh.

bf felix would mean

SKINSHIP SKINSHIP SKINSHIP

he’s happy that he has the rights to hold your hand now

he doesnt care if it’s a public place

HE WILL GIVE YOU BACKHUGS LIKE IT’S THE LAST THING HE WOULD DO

pinky promises as a sign of trust

“break the promise or i will break your pinky”

lots and lots of laughs and bad jokes

he would bake for you!!!!!

will practice cooking your favorite foods

gives u food at school that he made so u dont have to spend your lunch money

cafe study dates turn into house study dates

because yall broke

homemade coffee and desserts by felix is much better anyway

hugs and hand holding

kisses are slow and soft

fluffiest boy you’ve met

proud of your improvements and achievements

brags about you a lot

dancing to slow songs at night :(

will write poems about you!!!!!

backhand kisses

“being with you is my greatest achievement.”

note : constructive criticism please! :( not too confident with this one ahjsksjdj