I Need You (Kim Taehyung)

18

TRYING TO GET A KISS FROM TAE LIKE

(24 hours after date, Monday)

I felt a nuisance poke at my cheek at 5:30 AM, disturbing my peaceful sleep. I moaned, turning away from the annoying being that bugs my life 24/7. He continues to poke me, moving from my cheek, limbs, till I squirm when he jabs at my stomach. I open my eyes slightly, groaning at the sigh of my brother standing in a white shirt and black basketball shorts. He leans in quickly, becoming close to my face and saying, "merci beaucoup." His eyes become extremely wide, nostrils flared and pupils crossed. I purposefully let my hand fly through the hair and smack his cheek. He exclaims in pain, and rubs at his face. I smirk and return to my previous position. "Yah, noona! We got to go! Get up!" He shoves at my body harshly. I let out an almost loud whine, being consistent of the baby sleeping a couple of doors down. "What are you doing up so early? You only do this when—" I cut off my own sentence, widening my eyes as I push the covers off of me. "Ah, shit." I whisper, sighing deeply. "Exactly. Get your ass up and let's go. Don't forget to pack your deodorant because I won't lend you mine." He runs out of my room with a big smile.

Twenty minutes later, we're running down the hallway, into the kitchen for a banana then out the door. Jungkook looks at the shorts styled tights and asks, "Where's the rest of them?" I roll my eyes and back out of the driveway. When we arrive at school, we waste no time in leaving our bags in the locker rooms. They stay in the truck. We quickly run onto the school field and line up. Jungkook and I sigh in relief when they tell us the coach hasn't arrived. "What took you so long?" Jimin whisper-shouts, coming to stand beside me. "Someone woke up late," Jungkook points at me with an annoyed expression. I scoff. "Cut me some slack. I never wake up late."

"Where the hell are the rest of your shorts?" I don't hesistate on lifting my hands and forcefully punching Jimin in the gut. He lurchesforward, groaning in pain with a chuckle. "Why don't you tell them that? Their shorts are shorter than mine. Compared to theirs, mine are decent." Which is true. You can practically see their but cheeks while mine stay around my mid-thigh. Jungkook sighs, bending over to stretch like everyone else. "I've told you this before. Compared to theirs your thighs are— Uh-uh. Hell no. Sit down." He protests, pointing at the ground when I try to follow his actions. I frown but do as he says. I sit on the ground, bend my left leg and reach for the tips of my toes on the right foot. Jimin begins to stretch. And his butt just happens to benear my face.

After that little talk, we're cool. But now he's back to his inappropriate self and gets on my nerves. "Stop staring at my butt, TaeLyn." I roll my eyes and place a hand on his tush, pushing him away. "Don't touch—"

"LINE UP!" Coach yells, causing everybody to quickly stand and stop the chattering. "10 laps around the field. GO!" I sigh, beginning to jog around the people who are still trying to process what is happening. An hour and thirty minutes later, I'm a sweating mess and the last one to leave the locker rooms. I left the shower with twenty minutes to spare so I did my hair in a braid instead of its usual ponytail. I slung my bag over my shoulder, started to wrap my freshly sprained wrist and began to walk out of the locker room when I heard a few familiar voices.

"Did you see what she was wearing? It's like she's trying to catch attention," one says with annoyance. "Are we even allowed to wear shorts that short. Aren't they supposed to be at least 2 inches above the knee? They're too short," I sigh, biting on the piece of tape, wrapping up my wrist. I set the trainers wrapping tape back into the basket I got it from and walk out, standing in front of the girls. "If you have a problem with my shorts, you should tell me." Their eyes widen and look around at each other in alert. "And who are you to complain how short they are when your ass is practically hanging out of your shorts?"

Jungkook and Jimin walk by our hall and notice me. "Hey sis. I need the keys to—" he looks around at the girls then to me. "Is everything okay?" I give them all a silent glare, walking past them. "Come on."

I yawn sleepily as I walk to class, holding my hand over my mouth. I squeal softly when a couple arms wrap around my torso and lift me off the ground. His beautiful vibrant laugh echoes through the hallway of students, catching the attention of a few students. I turn to him with a blush on my cheek and shy smile. "Tae," I call to him. He smiles wide. "What are you doing?" He slips his hand through mine and pulls me after him. "Nothing. Just walking my girlfriend to the class her and I have together. How about you? How did weightlifting practice go?" I internally cry, letting out a sound of pain. It catches Taehyung's attention and he fixates his gaze on me. "Bad, I'm guessing?" I move my hand away from his and grab my book my locker. Before I can even walk away, he takes my book and rips away my backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. I scowl and try to take it away from him but he doesn't let me. Instead he makes my heart skip a beat when his arm wraps around my waist and pulls me close to hid body. "What'd I say about these jeans before you bought them?" My cheeks redden and breath hitches in my throat. I gulp and look away from his eyes, seeing the envious gazes of a few girls. "We have to go to class." I forcefully push him away, becoming shy and wanting to get away from the attention. He grabs onto my hand and allows me to pull him along. I let go of his hand before we walk into class and he grabs it again, taking the lead. He pulls me towards the back, sitting beside my brother and Jimin. Jaehyun sends me a questioning look, eyeing Taehyung. I don't bother to look at her directly, knowing how angry she'll be for not telling her. I was also to occupied with trying to quiet down my brother and his annoying friend. "HEY! When did this happen?" Jimin says purposely, increasing the volume of his voice to catch attention. Many students leave their conversations and look over at us. I stand up and try to jump over Jungkook to smack him but my brother holds me back. "How did I not know this? Are we not friends, Tae?" I squirm in my brother's grasp as Jimin speaks to Taehyung, who stands with a blush and soft smile. "You guys are so cute together! I mean, finally, my baby sister dates one of m best friend's that she's—"

"You finish that sentence and I'll kill you," I growl at Jungkook with a deathly glare. He immediately quiet down and smiles innocently. He loosens his grasp on my body and take the chance to slap Jimin. He gasps and tries to get back at me. "Park Jimin, sit down before I send you to the office again." Jimin glares at me, sneering at me as he sits. "Serves you right for trying to hit my sis—" Jungkook groans as my balled up fist collides with his lower abdomen. He lurches forward and rests his forehead on the black table. "Jeon Jungkook, please do not fall asleep in my class again." He immediately sits up and squeaks out an apology towards the teacher. Taehyung begins to snicker but the teacher speaks again. "Kim Taehyung," he stops and looks at her. "No talking in my class please." I smirk when his face falls and he nods slowly. He turns to me and is about to whisper something but I turn him down. "You talk to me and I'll sit with Jaehyun." He pouts and props his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm. "Jeon TaeLyn!" I look away from writing my name on the handout and hum in response. I smile and nod at the words she says next.

"Keep them on a leash, would you?"

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