2006 ↠ First Year | Jeffersonian Medical School

You first met Kim Taehyung in your cadaver lab in freshmen anatomy and physiology.

You weren't looking for any trouble.  The happenings of your past, that made you you, had no place in a room where it would make you stick out because tall poppies get cut. 

Unless, they are as good looking as Taehyung.  

And everyone loved him. He was fawned over by other students, by teachers, by tutors, hell if the cadavers could speak, it would be about his smile. 

Your thoughts on the boy? pfft, Taehyung was the physical manifestation of the word 'annoying'. 

Grasping the attention of the room, your tutor claps loudly. "Alright class, I'm going to pair you all up so you can do the project together and then we can all go home in time," he walks over to his projector. "Welcome to my class, where the dead teach the living." 

As others paired up, talking excitingly around you, you hurried to find the correct page in your workbook instead of worrying who you'd be paired up with. With his voice quickly fading into the background you hurried to catch up with your setup, admittedly you were far behind. The anxiety of not finding a partner was lost on you, you'd rather do it alone. 

In doing so, you hadn't noticed Taehyung from the other side of the classroom now standing on the other side of your table watching you amusedly. You hadn't heard him say hello and it's not like you are hard of hearing or that Kim Taehyung was a quiet person, it's just that you had genuinely gotten used to people avoiding you that you thought he might've been talking to someone else. 

You thought it was coincidental becoming lab partners with Kim Taehyung this way when he had only approached you to compliment your strategic perfume spritzing at the same time the tutor began putting people into pairs. He was just being friendly and his close study friend, Thomas, had been right behind you, waiting for him to come over. 

You tried to detach yourself from the situation. The hottest medical student in your year was standing in front of you, smiling like a goon at you, and playing with your set up. His lips were moving but no words were coming out that you could understand. 

"I haven't really had an opportunity to talk to you before," he says, slightly turning his head at you. "I'm Taehyung." 

He sticks out his gloved hand, expecting you to shake it. 

You stare at it longer than you should. 

"Okay..." he musters, retracting his hand. "We don't do handshakes, wonderful. The weather looks kind of dull today, I wonder if the cafe is open." 

You nod your head. 

This was going to be weird. He's way too social and your brain isn't used to this much interaction from anyone in your school. 

"Do you even talk?" 

You cock your eyebrow at him. "Of course I talk?" 

He raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, then why didn't you talk to me just then?" 

"You didn't ask me a question I could respond to. What am I supposed to say to your speech about the weather? Oh Taehyung, you're absolutely right, the sky does look a bit dull today and somehow that correlates to the cafe opening or closing, how mysterious. Where did you come with that? " 

He blinks at you for a total of three seconds before laughing and it was one of those soft puffy nasal laughs that turn into belly kind of laughs. 

It was nice to hear. 

"We should probably be quiet," you regretfully say, watching the smile melt of his face. "I mean because the class should be starting." 

Nodding, Taehyung turns in his seat. You both watch the stressed out teaching assistant write Taehyung's name beside yours on the spreadsheet over the overhead projector with a suddenly certain feeling of unease as he curls the 'g' obnoxiously in Taehyung.

It was fates play that day but, it was far from a fairy tale.

According to him, your shitty corner store perfume counteracted the smell of death, and according to you, the dangerous concoction of both hid the pungent aroma of your brewery breath (two dollar taco nights, it's a long story but tequila and cheap tacos are your life right now).

He didn't mind though.

Rumors had circulated about your upbringing as soon as you had set foot in the orientation lecture theatre a couple of months back. Your history as a black market surgeon bounced off the walls of the hall by gossiping girls behind you and a couple exaggerating and almost fictitious accounts of your skills with a scalpel and a suturing kit roughly swept throughout your cohort.

They branded you as some kind of genius.

Though, you really had no choice growing up in a very average household of with a very large debt. You were well supported by your connections but that meant nothing at the end of the day when you could fail a class and get kicked out. 

Your skills meant nothing here as much as your obedience to the rules did. 

Taehyung still thought it was a genius move to get close to the "quickest" and "most experienced" hands in class, but as obvious as he could be with his desire to get close to you, you weren't the sharpest tool in the shed with pretty much anything else; not exactly tuned with the best social skills.

Not to mention, you were too invested in examining the decaying flesh beneath your blue gloved fingertips to notice the boy in question had been twiddling his thumbs in front of you, waiting for YOU to start the conversation again as if you wanted to do anything but get on with it.

Taehyung finds himself giving up on waiting and mustering up the courage for the first time to ask a girl out, a refreshing change in his life. "I know we haven't talked much but I'm I was wondering ....can I maybe get your number? And we can get to know each other in the cafe?"

"Forgive me if I am wrong," You poke the cadaver's carotid artery with your forceps, "Are you seriously trying to flirt with me in a dissection lab Kim Taehyung?"

You feel proud of yourself for that one. Your social skills were waking up and you were eager to prove that you weren't shy and quiet. Studying for long periods of time does that to a persons social skills. 

"I like to think of it as emotional support thank you. I, Taehyung, am here for you."

"You really know how to cut to the chase," You laugh at your pun as you cut a piece of connective tissue off the cadaver's head. "Thankyou Taehyung, but I don't need your support."

"Come on," crossing his arms behind his back, he walks around the table watching you examine the head and neck of the cadaver so intensely he almost feels bad for interrupting. "First year is all about networking. I just want to get to know you."

Your gaze flickers to the shiny black dress shoes beside your cheap white canvas trainers. "I'm not anyone worth networking with."

He laughs lowly. "Exactly why I want to connect with you. Shouldn't you be thinking about connecting with me? It would be good for your career, that's if you pass school." He stands closer, leaning on the cadaver table. He points to the connective tissue to make you laugh. 

You frown. "I don't need connections, I just need to pass okay and I'm dissecting an old man right now Taehyung, shouldn't you be dissecting something too? Perhaps, page 57?"

"I am." he says confidently.

You lift your gaze to his as you place the forceps and scalpel back onto the tray beside you. "Well, clearly you aren't since I'm doing this all on my own."

The grin that etches across his face is implorable. You suddenly want to smack him. "I am. I'm dissecting you."

Oh for fucks sake.

"You're dissecting me?" you exhale, ripping your blue gloves off and throwing them at the boy beside you. "Well shit Taehyung, if the cerebral embolism didn't kill this man, your attempt at wit would've."

"That bad?" he faux grimaces.

"You're going to have to try better than that Kim Taehyung. In fact, why don't you practice your dissection skills alone and think about it. I think you need to study a bit more on dissections." He laughs awkwardly as you walk away, leaving him, confused, to complete the dissection project on the cadaver alone.

The next time you saw him, he was wearing a $560 beige lapel coat from a European designer brand paired with a white turtleneck sweater worth just under $200. The girls beside you at the bar had excitingly totalled his outfit to just over $1100 and you didn't even need to turn around to know he looked good. 

Money always looked good.

You had compared your denim overalls and high heals to the wealth radiating off of his golden skin, you were grossly underdressed in your clearance scores. Just because you had a lot of money too, didn't mean you liked to spend it on things you'd probably stain.

Parting the crowd, Taehyung had spotted your familiar build swaying to the music with a mini umbrella behind your ear. You were clearly intoxicated, and Taehyung felt himself pulled as if by magnets to your side.

"It's you," he says, slapping his palms on the wooden bar beside you. "Didn't think you'd come out. I'm pleasantly surprised."

You gaze at him, eyes dropping down his outfit. "I thought students were supposed to be poor and struggling, why are you walking around dressed like a God wrapped in a taco shell?"

"Like a God?" Shaking the tips of his hair out from his eyes, he leans on the bar beside you. Emanating confidence, he rubs his thumb across his bottom lip whilst languidly staring at yours. "Honey, I am struggling."

Looking back at his face, you cock an eyebrow. "How enlightening, and what exactly are you struggling with Kim Taehyung?"

He steps closer, leaning his face down to your ear. The hot breath against your neck gives you goosebumps but the feeling doesn't last long when Taehyung whispers roughly, "I'm poor in your affections and I'm struggling to get your attention. I just want to get to know you, maybe even spend some time with you."

You smack your forehead as he pulls away. Pulling out your credit card and holding it between two fingers in the air above your head, you desperately seek out the bartender. "Hey Joe, 4 shots of tequila please, hold both the lemon and the salt. I have a bad taste in my mouth that I need to get rid of."

"I got this round," Taehyung says, passing the bartender a 50 dollar note, "You can buy next time."

"He'll buy this round," You exhale, immediately shoving your card back into your purse. You really couldn't argue with that, "Who says there will be a next time?"

"I'm hoping there will be a next time."

"Touché."

You gotta give him credit, as the night went on, you actually had fun and the boy was kind enough to drive you home too after you downed all four shots of tequila and began raving about the new bedsheets you got on sale.

Apparently, you are very enthused by Egyptian cotton and you were tipsy enough to invite him over to feel them.

He was curious enough to agree.

Passing you a water bottle, you sat in the passenger seat of his tesla feeling more sober than you liked as he slowly drove home. You were touched by the gesture that you thought might've been for your motion sickness when in fact, he was reducing the likelihood of you vomiting on his precious white leather seats.

Men.

Everything turned to a rosè coloured scene when you made the realisation that Taehyung was both a good looking golden boy and a lovely human being -alcohol may have aided that judgment, but it was still true when you were sober.

The streetlights had glowed iridescently orange through the sudden rain pattering on the windshields and Taehyung tensed his jaw, frowning at the idea of getting his new car cleaned.

You gulp nervously as you return your gaze ahead. You make the distinction that you are very much attracted to Taehyung when he looked serious and right now as you clench your thighs closed, you wish you'd never gotten into his car.

This is further reiterated in your skull twenty or so minutes later when you watch him place his right arm on the back of your seat, and the other on the wheel as he slickly reverses back onto your driveway.

"Is it okay if I park here?" he asks, re-aligning his car in the park anyway. "Y/N?"

You shake your head out from your stupor. "It's fine, let's just wait until the rain stops before we go in."

"Sure, babe." he smiles and lord have mercy on your four dollar thong, you were definitely taking him home and showing him your egyptian cotton sheets.

You were well and truly wet before he had even turned the car off.

And then the rest was history.

You were an unlikely pair -the sassy quiet girl with the obnoxious golden boy- but one formed when you impulsively climbed out of your seat to straddle him while you made out in the driver's seat in front of your dimly lit apartment building on a glorious rainy Friday night. It was the beginning and you were crazed by sex; convinced that you'd never have the opportunity to do it when you graduate and become a doctor.

"Taehyung, we have about ten minutes until people start filling up the lab, hurry up and take your pants off," you whisper, slamming the door behind you.

You weren't fucking around today.

Untying your hair and taking off your lab coat, you begin unbuttoning your beige handmade woollen cardigan as you walk towards the back tables where at least you could hide if you were to get caught. "Did you finish the lab book last night, I think the TA's checking them today?"

"Woah," he snorts disbelievingly, unbuckling his belt behind you. "This is our first friendaversary and you're treating me like a piece of meat already. You aren't mucking around today are you?"

"That's because you are a piece of meat and does that mean you haven't?"

Laying your white coat on the bench of the empty classroom, you kick off your small black heels as you untie and pull down your grey tie waisted cropped trousers you bought at a second hand shop trying to look professional. "I didn't even bother doing the readings, I think I remember a proficient amount from last year."

"I'm well liked as a chubby piece of meat thank you," Dropping his suit pants, he walks towards you in the corner. "And of course I did. Are you sure you want to do this instead of quickly copying me? The TA's a dickhead."

"He's a good guy okay?-" you turn back to him as you both slam the books on your designated table. "-it's Namjoon's first year in this gig. He's just doing his job. It's not his fault the dean saddled him with the first years, give him a break."

"The dean was also just doing his job, give him a break too," slipping out of his underwear, he steps closer. "But can Namjoon do his job without favouring you, it drives me nuts when he drools over you."

"Hey," you whisper, running your fingers down his chest. "A flower doesn't compete with the one beside it, it just blooms."

Raising his hand to your face, he vice pinches your chin as he cocks a brow at you. "Are you calling me a flower?"

"Is this the kind of dirty talk you like?"

"Can you be my bee?"

"Oh, because you want me to pollinate you, is that what you want?" You roll yours eyes, "Why did I know that was coming?"

"Want to know what else is coming?"

"Oh Jesus, just kiss me or I'm getting nachos with extra cheese before class starts because fuck you."

Cradling your jaw, he leans towards your lips as you tangle your fingers through his silky brown hair. "If we finish early, we can still get nachos Y/N?" The hairs on his arms tingle in anticipation, as you scour your fingernails down his scalp and down his neck.

He shivers at the feeling as you smile against his lips. "You're after my heart aren't you Kim Taehyung?"

"Extra cheese, extra guacamole."

"I'm wet already."