Love Hate [Vhope]

Chapter 4

Taehyung P.O.V
Biting into the sweet chocolate, I pondered over Hoseok's words. So does he like me or not? Aish. Why does it even matter to me. I looked over to my file and remembered Hoseok's promise to let me copy his homework. Grinning to myself, I quickly messaged him to send me the answers. My hands wandered to the box of chocolates and I stuffed piece after piece into my mouth unknowingly. The sudden non stop ringing from my phone startled me. Looking around, I was horrified to discover that more than half of the chocolates were consumed in less than ten minutes. Oh well, I'll just eat lesser from now on. The screen lit up to show 15 images and a message sent by Hoseok.

Hoseok: How did you even get my number??
Taehyung: Oh there's nothing the amazing Kim Taehyung can't do^^
Hoseok: Really? Then I don't think you need my help anymore.
Taehyung: Hyung I was just joking!
Hoseok: Fine fine.

The conversation ended and I scrolled through the pictures to copy the answers over. I was done within ten minutes and I admired my work. Or rather Hoseok's work.
"Taehyungie!"

My mom yelled and I heard the pounding of footsteps before she entered my room.

"Tae, are you free tonight? The lady I met at the supermarket invited us over for dinner! You can make friends with her son too."

"Of course! I'd love to taste her food." I replied eagerly.

"Alright then get ready. We will be leaving in fifteen minutes."

Opening my closet, I scanned through the bunch of clothes, trying to figure out what to wear. A black tee shirt caught my eye. I haven't worn that in ages. Taking my shirt off, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Oh, my beautiful one-pack just grew larger. I strongly disapproved my belly fats, but I felt that the well being of my stomach was more important. Never mind, as long as my shirt stays on no one would be able to see it. I slipped on my shirt and picked out my favourite skinny jeans. Perfect. My hands traveled to my bottle of gel and I scooped some out, styling my hair to suit the usual bad boy image. Smiling to myself, I grabbed my handphone and went downstairs. The trip to that lady's house was short, with only fifteen minutes of walking time. Mom rang the doorbell and a rather familiar looking woman with a kind smile opened it.

"Come in! I just started cooking dinner so you will have to wait."

"No worries, I came to see you cook."                                                                                                                                     

We stepped into the house. It was a rather small one, but a beautiful house nonetheless. A large blue sofa sat in the middle of the living room with a soft white carpet surrounding it. Loud clanking could be heard from the kitchen, which I assumed was the lady's son.

"Call me Mrs Jung and please make yourselves comfortable!"

I smiled and settled on the sofa,  loving how soft it felt. A boy emerged from the kitchen, carrying two cups of hot chocolate. As I turned to look at him, my jaw dropped and mentally swore. He still didn't see me, for he was too focused on the cups to take note of his surroundings. I looked around frantically before deciding to hide beside the sofa. The sound of the porcelain cups being placed on the glass table scared me, knowing how close he is. Silence followed, before he spoke.

"Yah stop hiding I can see your butt."

I froze in place, my cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Slowly getting to my feet, I turned in the other direction, hoping that he could not see my face. 

"KIM TAEHYUNG WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??"

Oh no. I forgot I have orange hair.

Mentally face palming myself, I had no choice but to turn to face Hoseok. I gave him a sheepish smile and explained everything in a small voice. He opened his mouth to speak and I braced myself for a scolding on how much he hates me and how he didn't want to see me.

"Then why are you so scared of me? You didn't even do anything wrong."

"I don't know why I did that. Hehe."

Actually I do. My heart was thumping a little faster than usual and my palms felt unusually sweaty. Aish I should have worn my hoodie instead of this plain shirt. And my hair... I should have used more gel! I'm not prepared to meet him. 

Taking a seat, I sipped the hot chocolate, savouring the sweet taste. Hoseok grinned at my positive reaction.

"So... you still dislike me?" I asked casually, drinking more of the hot chocolate.

Hoseok's face changed. The room was quiet for a moment before he replied.

 "Well... you can act as well as me, you sit beside me, you-"

I burst out laughing."Stop beating around the bush. I get it."

He glared at me before a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Shh. Don't expose me."

A/N

I'm still alive lmao. Please remember to vote and comment! I'm also thinking of writing a new fic, do leave a message on what pairing you would like and I'll pick the one with most votes :)