Taehyung's POV

"Wait so... You guys are like online friends or what?" Jimin asks, tucking into a sandwich.

"Yeah, we started talking on kakao and it all went on from there" I answer, stealing glances at the blushing brunette next to me. I love the fact he gets embarrassed easily, flustered by the simplest of looks.

"Ah~ I see! What a coincidence that you attend the same school. That's like a 1/100 chance of happening like you guys should be in a movie or something or like a book cos it's like so cool you should write an autobiography...or biography...which one is it again? I forgot, anyway--"

Yoongi slaps his hand over Jimin's mouth to stop him from talking. I chuckle, watching as Jimin tries to pry the elder's hand off and eventually succeeds, pouting.

"You talk too much, its giving me a headache" Yoongi sighs, shaking his head. Jimin immediately slings his arms around him and mutters things like 'I'm sorry' and 'forgive me'.

I watch as Jungkook giggles at their childish behaviour, admiring his bunny smile. He turns to look at me, his laugh stifling and cheeks pink.

"Hey Kookie, have you joined any clubs yet? You should join basketball with me and Yoongi hyung it's really fun and you seem like a pretty active person so I bet you'd be really good--"

Jin slams his hand on the table dramatically, rubbing his temple.

"Jiminie, I love you and all but do you ever stop talking?!?" He groans and releases a deep sigh.

All eyes turn to Jimin who slides down in his seat to avoid our gazes, frowning. I can't help but burst out laughing, resulting in Namjoon elbowing me in the side.

"I actually haven't decided yet..." Jungkook mutters, puffing up his cheeks.

"You should join the orchestral club with me" I smirk, placing a hand on his knee under the table.

"Tae, no one wants to hear you mess up the saxophone and be surrounded by annoying juniors clashing symbals like there's no tomorrow" Yoongi points out. I kick him under the table and he kicks me back... Ten times harder.

"Ouch! That's not true, girls join the orchestral club just because I'm in it" I reply smugly. I feel Jungkook tense and squeeze his knee in reassurance.
"Of course, they are wasting their time" I add, smiling at the youngest who smiles back warmly.

Suddenly, a piercing ringing sound erupts throughout the canteen and everyone rises from their seats. The chairs groaning on the smooth floor sounds like thunder as everyone begins leaving for their next class.

I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder, tucking my chair under the table. I quickly grab hold of Jungkook's hand and give it a tight squeeze.

"Are you free after school?" I ask as we make our way down the corridor. He looks at me with those large doey eyes of his.

"I think so... Why?" He tilts his head and his bangs slightly move to the side.

"I wanted to know if you would like to come round my place for a bit and get to know each other a bit more, y'know..." I trail off. I begin rubbing small circles across his thumb.

"Ah okay, sounds good! I'll let my dad know" he chirps, swinging our interlocked hands back and forth.

A large grin finds its way on my face as we make our way to our next class.

I look forward to later.

-x-

"Hoseok watch out for that--"

Bang.

"Owwww fuck me in the ass!"

"No thanks"

I stare at the heep on the floor and laugh at the sight. We are on our way home from school, Jungkook with us as well. Unfortunately, Hoseok was too busy asking questions and he walked straight into a pole at full force.

"Oh my God are you ok?" Jungkook rushes to his side, kneeling down and shaking him on the pavement.

"Ouch don't shake me, my head hurts!" He whines, sitting up and leaning on his elbow. Jungkook sighs, defeateded, and stands up from his crouching position.

I help Hoseok to his feet and he leans on the pole that did the damage.

"Watch where you're going next time you dummy" I chuckle. Jungkook begins asking things like "how many fingers am I holding up?" And "is anything blurry?"

"Jungkookie, he's fine. C'mon J-hoe stop being such a pussy" I begin strolling down the pavement and hear footsteps close behind.

"Aish, so mean" Hoseok mutters under his breath. Jungkook joins my side and offers his hand which I kindly accept. My hand instantly warms up from his body heat and I forget all about Hoseok groaning behind us.

"My place is just over there" I point towards the apartment building with my other hand and he nods in response.

"Well I guess I'll see you two love birds tomorrow, seeya" Hoseok waves goodbye as he turns left at the junction, holding his bruised forehead as he walks.

Eventually, we reach the building and begin heading up the stairs. Jungkook pulls his hand away from mine and I look at him with confusion.

He giggles and I scrunch my nose. He boops it with his finger before sprinting up the flight of stairs shouting "Race ya"

Shaking my head with a grin on my face, I run after him as fast as I can. As I get further up, my calves begin to burn and ache. I look up and see he's already reached the top, a smug look on his face without any indication of him being tired.

After taking larger strides and skipping a few steps, I join Jungkook on the floor.

I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and pull his warm body against mine. He giggles like an idiot and I can't help but do the same. His laugh is contagious, one that can make your life brighter in the span of a second, even if you resist it.

I quickly kiss him on the cheek, wanting to do more but not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He may not even want a relationship, despite everything we did. Perhaps he just wants me as a friend. I'm too scared to ask, too scared to be disappointed.

I pull away and retrieve my keys from my pocket. I slide it into the door and give it a turn, hearing the click before opening the door. Trying to be a gentleman, I hold the door open for Jungkook to enter. He does just this and I steal a sneaky look at his fine ass as I follow him inside.

I close the door once I'm inside and smile at Jungkook's expression.

"This place is so cool! Are you rich or something?" He asks, putting his bag down on the floor by the door.

"I wouldn't say we're rich just... owners of a decent amount of money"

"So you're rich" he pokes me in the arm and I poke him in the chest as revenge. He squeals, running away.

"Are you ticklish?" I gasp, running after Jungkook. I manage to corner him in the far side of the lounge and slowly approach him.

"Please don't, hyung" The younger whines, holding out his hands to keep me away. I lurch forward and begin tickling his entire body.

"Is Kookie ticklish? Hm?"

Squirming, he laughs out loud and tries to hit my hands away. Tears start to form in the corners of his eyes and his hysterical laughter grows louder.

I decide not to be cruel and stop, chuckling at his reaction. Panting, he hits my arm and pouts.

"No fair" he whines like a child and retreats from the corner.

I take hold of his hand and lead him towards my bedroom.
"I'm sorry Kookie, I couldn't just let an opportunity like that slide"

He allows me to drag him along and I open up the door to my room. He immediately lets go of my hand and jumps onto my bed with a thud.

"Ah~ you're so childish" I mumble and join him on the soft blankets. He turns his head to look at me, dark eyes shining.

I take this moment to appreciate his beauty. The sun glinting through the window shines onto him like an angel in heaven. His whole body radiates a sense of beauty, even his pale soft skin like untouched snow. All of his features seem like perfection, accompanied by his soft fluffy dark hair that I just want to reach out and touch.

I decide to act upon my urge and lift my hand to tangle it in his silky hair. We just lay there, facing each other, my hand in his hair. I move my hand down to his cheek, watching as it slowly contrasts into a light pink. Stroking his face with my thumb, I wrap my other arm around his slim waist and pull him closer; so close I can feel his warm breath on my nose and hear his steady breathing.

"Tae..." Jungkook trials off. I lock eye contact with him and he looks away, ears going red. I hum in response, rubbing his back soothingly.

"What are we? What am I to you?"

I notice a slight wavering in his tone and my mind tells me to pull him into a hug and tell him that he means the world to me, despite how long we've known each other.

But I don't.

"Well... If you're thinking you're some kind of play thing, you are very much mistaken. I want this to be something, of course only if you want that too. If you don't then that's fine I guess but--"

"I want to"

I look up at him and this time he doesn't look away, just stares into my eyes and I almost go into some kind of trance. One that only occurs when he is around.

I snap myself out of it and notice our faces are even closer. I was moving closer without even realising. Our faces are only inches apart and a burst of energy enters my body.

I lean forward and close the gap, our lips lightly touching. His lips are warm and soft, exactly how I thought they would be. I deepen the kiss by pulling him closer, arms wrapped firmly around his body.

I feel his arms snake around my neck, a hand tangling into my hair. We begin to move our mouths in sync and I taste even more of his sweet lips, engulfed in the moment.

We start off slow and soft but it begins to get rougher, a sense of need stimulating my mind. Our lips clash together faster, harder. I bite his bottom lip and he releases a quiet moan. I take this chance to slide my tongue into his wet cavern, exploring every corner.

He moans louder against my lips and tugs on my hair. I smirk into the kiss, glad that I can finally do this to him after all this time.

I push his body so that I'm on top of him, my legs on either side of his. I detach our lips for a second to catch my breath before attaching them once again. They fit perfectly, like jigsaw pieces.

My hands find their way to the bottom hem of his shirt, venturing underneath. My cold hands touch his warm skin and toned body. Sliding them further up, I feel his faint six pack and perky nipples. He moans under my touch, reacting well to a slight squeeze to his left bud.

In the end, I decide to pull his shirt right off, staring down at his bare chest and stomach. I lean down and begin trailing kisses down his neck, nipping at the odd bit of skin I feel the need to mark. Leaving behind light purple traces, I carry on and make my way down his body. I make sure to target the spots he reacts well to, his moans resonating throughout the room.

After leaving a trail of bruising that I'm proud of, I look up at Jungkook. His face is even redder, doey eyes looking down at me with innocence compared to my look of lust.

Still staring into his eyes, I slowly move a hand down to the waistband of his jeans. I slide it under the material and watch as his chest rises and falls at a quicker rate than before. I move it further and...

Ding dong

Stop.

"Who is it?" Jungkook whispers and I quickly remove my hand from inside his jeans. I lick my lips and peck his own.

"I don't know"

"Taehyung-ah! Open the door! I know you're there!"

I gulp, sweat forming on my temple.

Yeona.

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Hahahahahahahagay

Yeona is such a cockblocker pfffft its funny cos Yeona is actually my Korean name y'all are hatin on her and I'm just sat here like "what have I done?"

Anyways, tysm for 20k+ reads!!!!!!!!!! I never knew this book would be so popular :0

I gave you this longer chapter as a thank you gift, sorry it took so long!

Seeya next time my dudes, ily

~Yeona (lol not the bitch, just author-nim)