Jeongguk, as any normal student would, has a crush on the university's popular boy, who unfortunately is a fuck boy.
But for a matter of fact, he does not care.
The all-popular Kim Taehyung does not believe in love, thus, never bothered noticing hi...
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"Officially Kim Taehyung's boyfriend, how does it feel?"
How does it feel? The question Jeongguk was asking himself every moment now. All this makeover, putting up a fake wall got him what he wanted. But, did it? He would not be so sure.
Changing himself predicted him some good — he gained more confidence. Learnt not to simply nod your head. Rather, lift your head and face it like you are the real deal. Makeover. This stupid makeover, all it would have done was make him a slut and warm the bed for Taehyung.
That, did not happen.
Jeongguk smiled back at his luck. He found a boyfriend who saw through the facade. The innocent boy. If Taehyung could, he would compliment him all he wanted and Jeongguk would know he was not only complimenting his outer beauty but his quirky habits which the older grew so fond of.
Being next to him — that should be something he must get used to but his weak heart fluttered ever so shyly. Erratic, whenever the older would be too close; hitching, when he would call him with so much gentleness; it was all foreign. He wanted to grow accustomed to all of this. To Taehyung.
"It feels warm inside," Jeongguk answered placing his hand over his chest. "Nice and cozy, just like a Christmas home decor." He may have been quite dreamy in his description but the feeling was too.
"He has officially lost it." Jimin rolled his eyes, slouching his upper body on the lunch table. Jeongguk pulled his lips into a straight line on being cut off like that. "I'm just single to understand all this lovey dovey shit." Jimin confessed not to sound offensive. The pinket's eyes shifted from each faces in the cafeteria, landing on a specific blonde.
"Kitty, here here!" He raised his hand, although too enthusiastically for the other to feel the gushing embarrassment. He hid behind the lunch tray and made his way over to the two friends chit-chatting.
"Hi, Yoongi hyung." Jeongguk chimed, earning a nod from the older.
"Stop calling me Kitty like that, you're so embarrassing!" The blonde scowled setting his tray down.
Jimin huffed, "Hmm, no. You call me Mini too, so why should I?" The youngest on the table did know how to react to the new piece of information. They seemed to be interactive than before. In a good way.
Yoongi groaned. "I call you Minnie not, Mini or Meanie whatever you meant." The blonde male has always spoken in a bored protracted manner. His words were somehow more agile now. "Here, the parfait you like."
"I don't like it."
Jeongguk chuckled. That was such an unbelievable lie. Jimin totally likes the parfait but keeps on denying it. Oh when would he realise, "You're fooling no one, Jiminie hyung."
It has been good day, happy vibes all over. Jeongguk could say he'd like to live this day again and again, all the more he would love to see what better tomorrow will be waiting for him.
