STORM.

☹forty three

"kim taehyung!"

i sat up in my seat right away from the loud voice.

"yes?"

"are you paying attention?" my teacher crossed her arms with a glare.

"yes?"

no.

"in that case, please start reading from where we left off on." her competitive eyes made me sigh.

"yes."

my eyes skimmed the page for a second before my phone screen lit up next to my textbook.

i gulped at the name.

jungkook
'excerpt 4'

i quickly started reading the text making the woman's anger cease.

jungkook
'this is the first time you've actually acknowledged my messages.'

i could feel it.

your eyes on me.

i was too afraid to move or even breathe,

knowing that you'd see it.

jungkook
'i know you don't care about something like that right now, but i'm happy (:'

i wanted to smile,

i wanted to cry,

i wanted to hug you all night like we did before,

but i simply locked my phone and pulled up my hood.