(Cypher 4)

Taehyung hadn't killed anyone. No, really, he hadn't. He had spray-painted a wall, that's it. It just happened to belong to the school. And he may have definitely known that. In other words, he was sitting in detention for 'vandalism'. Taehyung wasn't a vandal; he was a straight-A student who was sick of his title. He was in first grade, too early to be labelled a nerd. The headmaster was sitting across from him, probably talking about values or something equally dull.

"…we have called in your parents but it may take a while for them to arrive." Taehyung smiled. For once, living on an actual farm was paying off. "In the meantime, go to the detention room and get your story ready for them." Taehyung stood and left. He didn't need to get his 'story' ready. He would own up because he was proud of his art. And he got to sleep in an empty room for half an hour until his parents came and told him what a bad example he was setting for his little siblings. Again, Taehyung was a straight-A student. What a bad example.

He was expecting the detention room to be empty like it usually was. It wasn't. Even before he opened the door, he could hear people talking. No, not people; just one. And not talking, either. Taehyung opened the door quietly and listened to the words angrily being spat at the walls.

"…click click to the bang bang/click-click to the pow/I'm so high, how dare you covet/Even if you run up to it, it's too high for you to reach/The difference is pretty big, you can't see it/After shattering your delusions/About your shitty cars/And once everyone's finished playing with them…" Taehyung immersed himself in the rap and found himself genuinely appreciating the talent. Until the voice stopped. The beat kept going, but someone called out,

"Yes?" Taehyung stepped within view of the speaker, embarrassed. He looked around the room and his eyes fell on a black-haired boy in dishevelled school uniform sitting on a table. He looked Taehyung up and down before asking, "What do you want?" Taehyung knew he was older, but also knew he was cool. So he just shrugged and replied,

"I'm in detention." The boy looked over Taehyung's carefully managed, pristine uniform, his straightened hair and his glasses and laughed derisively.

"You? Really? What'd you do, steal a library book? What's your name?" Taehyung was a little bit self-conscious in his presence; he constantly felt like he was being judged, assessed, by him.

"Kim Taehyung," he answered, civilly enough. The boy thought for a second, mouthing the name, and Taehyung saw something click in his mind.

"Kim Taehyung? You're the kid that graffitied the science block, right?" Taehyung nodded, pleased to be recognised for his work. "Hm. It's a shame they're painting over it." Taehyung was blushing. Maybe this was a little bit too much recognition.

"Thanks. What's your name?" Taehyung said, awkwardly and the boy smirked.

"Min Yoongi." Taehyung was confused. He hadn't heard that name before and he hadn't even seen the boy around the school. The boy noticed his puzzled expression and added. "I've been suspended for most of this year so far. Tried to burn down the aforementioned science block but I got caught, so I've been in and out of safeguarding and custody and now they've just shoved me in detention. I'm usually the only one in here." Taehyung shuffled uneasily and looked down. This kid had actually done something bad. The silence accentuated the presence of the beat that Yoongi hadn't turned off.

"Did you make this?" he asked, changing the subject. Yoongi nodded and turned it up.

"Yeah, I get hella bored in here all the time, so I just write random stuff." Taehyung didn't know why he was drawn to the boy; Yoongi spoke in a disinterested drawl, dripping heavily in satoori. It was almost hypnotising. Taehyung walked over to the table and sat next to Yoongi. They sat, not speaking for a minute, before Yoongi asked,

"How long are you in here for?" Taehyung didn't know if he was asking out of interest or if he wanted Taehyung to leave.

"Until my parents get here, which is probably about half an hour. I don't know where they're gonna put me after that if I'm honest." Yoongi turned down the loop on his phone which somehow never got old.

"Where do your parents live?" At this point, Taehyung was just talking. He didn't often get the opportunity to make friends and he was starting to regret his little stunt.

"A farm somewhere. I guarantee you wouldn't know it. They sent me here for the discipline, but I got bored and fed-up. I'm supposed to be setting a good example for my little siblings, but I say let them do whatever. My sister really likes art but my parents would never let her do that. No idea why." Taehyung thought that he'd better get rid of the animosity for his parents before they arrived. Yoongi didn't look like he was listening, but he was, apparently.

"You're the oldest? I guess you've got to set the bar. Just don't go too high like my brother did. Perfect academic and then I come along and literally set fire to education." He smiled slightly and Taehyung smiled as well. "Science is bullshit anyway." Taehyung nodded in total agreement. There was a reason he chose the science block to deface rather than the music block. "You just want to get back at your parents though, right? For forcing you to be someone you don't want to be." Taehyung could literally not have put it better himself.

"Exactly! They want me to be so faultless but what's wrong with faults? I can do what I want and handle myself." Taehyung could sense Yoongi stifle a laugh. "Okay, I know I'm only sixteen, but sue me for wanting to live my own goddamn life."

Taehyung stayed talking to Yoongi and complaining about his parents for the better part of twenty-five minutes. Yoongi just listened and understood and related. He was two years older than Taehyung but they had strangely a lot in common: their rebellious nature, their love for rap music, their hatred for science. Taehyung was having a good time until he looked out of the window.

"And that is my dad's car. Damn it, my parents are here." He saw Yoongi watch them walk to the entrance – timing them? That's what it looked like, anyway. After a minute, they heard footsteps come down the corridor and then everything happened very fast.

Taehyung felt Yoongi's fingers entwine with his own on the table. Yoongi shuffled closer and turned Taehyung's head to face him. Yoongi's eyes were pretty but Taehyung didn't have time to admire them properly before he felt a hand on the back of his neck and lips on his. He sank into the kiss, forgetting where he was, who he was and what was happening. Yoongi's lips were soft and his tongue slipped delicately against Taehyung's, awakening thousands of butterflies in Taehyung's stomach. Only a shout dragged him back to reality.

"Kim Taehyung! Here, now!" At the sound of his father's sharp voice, Taehyung was shoved back to the real world. He let go of Yoongi and jumped off the table, blushing hard. He walked to the door where his parents were standing and waiting, looking disappointed. He dared to glance back at Yoongi, who was grinning devilishly. Despite the fact that he was about to get killed by his parents, Taehyung couldn't help but smile back. He left the room and prepared for the worst car journey of his life.

His telling off was exactly as he expected. Nearly. There was the lecture from his father about what a disappointment he was to the family and how stunts like this are going to haunt him and how ashamed he should be of himself. His mother was lighter. She asked what example he was setting for Eon Jin and Jeong-Gyu and how he was expecting to do well at school if he did things like this. Taehyung did feel a little bit bad that his siblings would be disappointed in him. Other than that, he felt no guilt, although he probably should have done. He had no regrets.

After a while of driving in silence, Taehyung's father spoke again.

"Who was the boy?" Taehyung had to hold back his laughter at the obvious discomfort in his voice. Then he realised why Yoongi had kissed him in the first place – to help him get back at his parents. And Taehyung had to admit, that was perfect.

"Min Yoongi. 3rd grade."

"And why was he in detention?"

"He tried to burn down the school and they ran out of places to put him." Taehyung heard his father audibly sigh. Taehyung wasn't trying to get himself killed, he was merely trying to prove a point. And he and Yoongi had made a very good point. "Problem, dad?" From the seat behind, he could see his father's hands grip the steering wheel.

"We'll talk about that later."

The next day, Taehyung walked into school and found he had slightly more attention than before. People no longer shunned him as a nerd, but looked at him curiously, as if he was an enigma. He had been sentenced to detention for five weeks, which he honestly didn't mind. It was nice in the detention room, especially if Yoongi was there. After his last class, Taehyung skipped to his prison and found Yoongi already there.

"Hey," he said and Taehyung could already feel himself blushing. He sat on a different table and swung his legs.

"Hi. How was your day?" Yoongi shrugged and Taehyung assumed that that was his answer. It was uncomfortably quiet until Yoongi said,

"Did I piss off your parents?" Taehyung laughed and told him about his drive home. Yoongi smiled. "I knew that would work. Sorry if you weren't expecting it, I didn't know if you'd say yes." Taehyung bit his lip.

"N-no it was fine." He wasn't going to tell Yoongi what he had realised last night: that had been his first kiss. Ever. And even though he knew it didn't mean anything, it was just an act of rebellion, Taehyung couldn't shake the feeling that it was special. He pulled a half-eaten bar of chocolate out of his pocket and started to finish it. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"You eat way too much chocolate." Taehyung was confused. Since when did Yoongi monitor the eating habits of a first-grader? He was sure he hadn't ever eaten in front of him. He managed to stutter out probably the first letter of the question before Yoongi answered, "Taehyung, I could literally taste it on you." Taehyung choked quietly. Certain that he was blushing, Taehyung looked up and could tell that Yoongi was trying to suppress laughter.

Yoongi's phone buzzed and he checked the message. He frowned and sighed before putting it away. "That's my brother, he's got permission to pick me up today." He jumped off his table. "Well, see you tomorrow, I guess." As Yoongi walked to the door, Taehyung did something very un-Taehyung-like. He slid off the table and took Yoongi's wrist, spinning him around so they were facing each other. Taehyung leaned in and kissed him again. This time, there was more feeling, more meaning fuelling it and it was so much deeper.

To Taehyung's immense surprise, Yoongi didn't immediately retract. Instead, he lightly brushed his fingers up Taehyung's arm and settled his arm around the younger's shoulder. Taehyung did not mind. He threaded his fingers through Yoongi's soft, dark hair and pushed closer. Yoongi gently pulled back and looked intensely into Taehyung's eyes, locking him in place.

"You're lucky I like chocolate," he smiled before kissing Taehyung again and leaving the room. Taehyung stared after him. He had never kissed anyone or come anywhere near a relationship before, so he had no idea where this left them at all. He just lay on the tables, thinking about Yoongi until 6 pm rolled around and he was dismissed to go home.

"Taehyung!" The call came from downstairs and Taehyung stepped anxiously out of his room. He hadn't spoken properly with his parents since the car home the day before and he sensed what was coming. They were sitting at the dining room table and gestured for him to sit down.

"Now, Taehyung, we want you to know that we do support you and we want you to have the best life possible," his mother reassured him. His father looked less encouraging.

"You cannot have that life if you continue with that boy. He is a bad influence on you and we don't want you to see him again." So they didn't know that Taehyung had only met him half an hour prior to the kiss. That was probably for the best, though.

"Dad, I'm in detention with him every day for the next five weeks. What do you want me to do, ignore him completely?" Taehyung rolled his eyes. He sort of liked being a rebellious teenager. His mother smiled sadly at him.

"Honey, we just think you'd be better off with a nice girl, maybe in your year?" Ah. So they didn't entirely hate Yoongi for his actions, they disliked his gender as well. Great. Taehyung's resolve was wearing down under the sharp gaze of his parents, so instead of objecting, he sighed and nodded. Taehyung slunk back to his room, his sister smiling cutely at him as they passed on the stairs.

Min Yoongi was drenched from the rain and pacing around Taehyung's room. Taehyung stifled a gasp and shut the door behind him. Before he could ask anything at all, Yoongi explained,

"I sort of had a fight with my dad and ran away from home. I knew no one else would want me so I kept running. I saw this place and thought who do I know that lives on an obscure farm in the middle of nowhere? You can chuck me out if you want, I just need somewhere to wait out the storm." As if on cue, a roll of thunder swept through the sky. Taehyung said,

"You can crash here tonight, I don't mind. Just keep it down, or my parents will kick both of us out." Yoongi grinned and ran a hand through damp hair, distracting Taehyung for a second. "You came in through the window, right? How did you know this was my room?" Yoongi shrugged.

"I mean I wasn't 100% sure this was your house. But I figured cleanest bedroom in the house, gotta be yours." Taehyung smiled. There was a knock at his door and Taehyung signalled for Yoongi to hide. He opened the door to see his confused little brother looking up at him. Jeong-Gyu didn't say anything for a second but then smiled,

"Yes, hyung, I swear I won't tell dad you're hiding someone in your room," and walked away. Taehyung rolled his eyes. His brother was so cheeky sometimes. He shut the door and turned back to Yoongi who now had Taehyung's full attention. His hair was messy and wet from the rain, as were his clothes. His skin was pale and beautiful and highlighted his dark eyes perfectly. Yoongi must have noticed him staring because he moved closer. A lot closer.

"Thanks for letting me stay here," he whispered and Taehyung practically melted. He might have fallen if Yoongi's hands weren't wrapping around his waist. Taehyung instinctively looped his arms around Yoongi's neck and the older boy smirked before kissing him deeply. It wasn't like Taehyung had any experience making out with anyone but he swore he could kiss Yoongi all night. And as Yoongi led him back to his bed, he thought he just might.

When Taehyung woke up, he was entangled in Yoongi's arms, his body keeping him warm. It seems his parents hadn't checked in on him after he fell asleep. He looked over Yoongi's sleeping face and thought that it must be illegal for anyone to look that good this early in the morning. Taehyung couldn't help himself from smiling widely as Yoongi breathed softly on his neck and shuffled closer. The only thought running through Taehyung's mind was how much he was looking forward to being in detention.