Sunshine

Chapter Twenty-Six

"I told you my flavor was way better, but you didn't listen to me."
"Oh, shut up, Jimin!"

I snicker under my breath as I consume my ice cream, pecan butter flavor, meanwhile Taehyung was stuck with frozen lemonade, he was just staring at mines, but I refused to give him anymore. I was swiftly lifted on his lap, placed down on his cushiony thighs, so I situate myself- already used to this.
"One lick?" Taehyung asks.

"I- What?" I widen my eyes.
"Lord.. of your icecream, Jimin." He crooned, and I passed my waffle cone to him, he takes a bite out of it, and I roll my eyes.

"So.. your brother. Is he looking for you now?" Tae asks, and I shrug my shoulders.
"I could care less." I murmur.

"Ahh, Jiminie just wants to spend time with me~"
"Not at all what I just said, but okay." I bite back a smile, while he squished my chin and lifted it, now making mere eye contact. I glance to the ice cream cone that was dripping already, gazing back at him.

The silence was deafening my ears, only passing cars and birds chirping coming into my hearing- I didn't bother to speak, my hands sneaking up his shoulders as I kept my head still, wondering where this was leading to, but his lips were centimeters away from mine.
     Before attempting to close my eyes, I noticed he was gazing down at my lips. My heart is stuck up my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut,
"Oh, you know you actually have really plump lips, it's rare especially here in- like.. Korea." Taehyung grins, his thumb slowly grazing on my bottom lip.

"And..?" I whisper.
"It's a cool standard." He dramatically whispers back.

I roll my eyes and latch my arms around his neck, and lean my head forward- our lips connect at last and a burst of relief washes over me, my face warming up like a bonfire. I peak an eye open, and pull back immediately- he's sitting there in complete shock. I had so many questions running in my mind, why didn't he push me? Why isn't he yelling at me? He didn't stop me, why? All "why's".
"You know I didn't... I didn't come here to kiss you, or just..." I wave my hands around in confusion. "I really enjoy my time with you- all the time.. and I possibly feel something... strange."

  Tae blinks quickly, waiting for my next sentence.

"I-.." My ring tone suddenly interrupts me, so I quickly snatch my phone, expecting myself to decline the incoming call. But I had to answer, it was Jihyun.

"Where are you?" Asks the asshole.
"In the bathroom, getting out right now." I easily lie, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung that was still quiet.
"Hurry up, I'm starving." Jihyun demands before ending the call, my hand stuffing my phone back into my pocket. I glance up at Taehyung that exhaled gently.

"Sorry.. I have to go. But I'll see you tomorrow." I lift myself up, nearly tripping over. Shuffling away like an idiot, I hang my backpack over my sulky shoulders while I sauntered away- I glimpse behind myself, and Taehyung is still there, looking back at me.
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I stand awkwardly in my living room, my parents and my grandparents socializing and gossiping about random topics, meanwhile my grandfather turns to me and grins brightly,
"You're quite a big boy now!" He exclaims, and I quirk up my brow. Uh.. Did I gain weight or did he mean-

"Oh, your grandpa never knows how to speak well. He means you're so mature now." My grandmother squeezed my hand, and I mumble a small "thank you" as I pat my grandfather's hand.

Taemin had recently asked if I wanted to go to some campfire near the school today, but I was unsure of how my parents would react, I don't even know if they approve of Taemin or not.
"Pa... do you think I could hang out with Taemi-"

"No." Both of my parents blurt out.

"Who is it that you want to hang out with?" My grandmother asks me, and I turned to her. I didn't really feel like being a brat, and whine to her, but hey.. better than nothing.
"Remember Taemin? My best friend? He invited me over to the campfire near my school, and I wanted to head over there."

"Who knows if you're just tricking us to see that Taehyung." My mother scoffs.
"I'm not, seriously! I can show you the texts." I retort.

"Yoona.." My grandfather calls out to my mother, "Let the poor kid out, he's what.. sixteen? Seventeen?"
"Seventeen.." I murmur.

My parents glare to me, before my father exhales sharply and tossed his arms up in defeat.
"Go. But I'll call you, and I better hear Taemin there."

I bow to him and my grandparents before dashing upstairs to get changed quickly.

Before I knew it, I was out the door.
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797 words.