Taehyung's POV
"I'll see you at school tomorrow then yeah?" I utter cheerfully to Jungkook, met with a cold silence as his eyes remain glued to the swaying window wipers - the joy from the magic in the rain has disappeared, vanished. He mumbles in return, an emptiness in his reply. I place a soft peck on his cheek and slowly exit the car, entering into the streaming rain - his eyes still not connecting with mine; not even once.
As I slam the door, the car speeds off into the distance; the bright rear indicators fading into a blur amidst the raindrops the roar of the engine slowly dying off my eyes following it until they can't.
Did I do something wrong?
"Heyyyyy! The man's back! Who took you home last night huh?" Baekhyung yells at me as I enter through the door, the house in immaculate, perfect condition thank God. His smile beams as he looks over the couch, his vibrant eyes starting me up and down. "Who's the lucky girl?"
"No one. I just stayed at a friends."
"And that friend gave you a fat hickey?" He chuckles as the blood slowly drains from my face. I turn around, my eyes gaping into the mirror - a purpley, brownish spot on the naval of my collarbone. Baekhyunh's laugh follows me as I run up stairs, attempting to leave the embarrassment of my brother's torment in the lounge.
My back slides slowly down my bedroom door, exhaling as I finally settle in my room and decompress - my mind reminiscing over the rollercoaster weekend.
Jungkook kissed me. He chose me over Hyelin, and, he held me in the rain.
He kissed me. If the world were to end right now...I'd be perfectly contempt.
For once, I'm kind of excited to go to school tomorrow.
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I groan internally as I navigate through the sea of people exhaling as I finally reach my locker. A pair of strong hands clasp onto my back as pull my science books out, exhilarating my heartbeat as I turn around - a loud, audible squeal following me. Evan's grin beams as he bends over and clutches his stomach - his chuckle radiating through the hallway.
"Broooo I haven't seen you in forever. Especially since you don't come to school hahahaha!" He announces enthusiastically as he leans in, meeting my handshake with his fist bump-classic and unchanged; the same as the very first time I met him.
"Yeah. It's been a while. But I'm back." He slings his arm around my shoulder, walking me to class as we both prepare for the borefest of Science class the crowd separating for us. Small talk entertains our lips as we sit through an hour of atomic theory - his cheeks blushing as he talks about the weekend with his girlfriend
"What about you? Got ya eye on anyone?" He prods my arm, teasing along the conversation; ducking as the teacher directs her pointed glare towards us.
"Just this person. We were kind of together over the weekend and...stuff happened..." He gasps and rolls giddily in his chair as I carry on "But, I called them last night and they didn't pick up... and they didn't reply to my texts so I don't know what's happening. The tone dampens as I confess my anxiety. One night we're parading around town, watching movies and hanging out at the park, and now...I can't even get a text back,
"I hate to be a Debbie Downer bro butttttt...you got played. It sounds like you're only around to keep the bed warm at night He chuckles loudly, drawing the attention of the teacher - forcing our conversation to quiet down. His gossip continues, falling dead to my ears as I feel tiny segments of my heart chipping away.
Surely Jungkook wouldn't do that to me. I mean, he's the one who kissed me first. Or do I just want to think that? My fingers trail up to my collarbone, tingling as a burning sensation shoots through my body. My mind flashes back to the rain his lips slamming against mine, our bodies harmonising an eternal hunger emitted from both of us.
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The Boy In My Bed | TK
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