Chap 2

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"KIM YOUNG, KIM TAEHYUNG!!"

The loud voice erupt the whole house, early in the morning.

I lazily wake up, "What~"

Groaning, I stomp outside to see a half awaken monkey. Well, its just my twin brother, Kim Taehyung.

"Come here.." the both of us walk down the stairs, like a zombie. Mom standing there with a broom, only the sight of it make me wide awake.

She stare at us, deathly and dangerously when I notice Taehyung still haven't sober up.

I nudge on his stomach, "What?" he ask, as I signal him to look at furious Mom.

He gulp, "Morning Ma.." he greet, as Mom arch her brow.

"What did I say about cleaning up the mess after doing it?"

I mentally slap myself hard, last night Taehyung and I busy preparing ingredients to make bento but we forgot to clean up.

"Uh.. Clean it up?" I said, hesitate with it as Mom soften her facial expression.

Instead of further nagging, Mom gave us broom and told us to clean the kitchen up.

Being a loyal children, we follow her words as she proceed on doing other chores. I grab the plastics on the counter, while Taehyung stack the dirty containers into the dishwasher.

Then, two of my older brothers came to my sight, Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin.

"Wow, someone is so pump up early in the morning.."

Seokjin a.k.a Jin arch his brow teasingly at me, I roll my eyes, ignoring his remarks.

While, Namjoon just walk pass me to the fridge, grabbing my juice, "Yahh.. That's mine.." he gulp it down. Throwing me an uninterested gaze, walking out with my juice.

Huhu.. Sad lifeu..

"Well, hurry up.. Or someone will be late again.." Jin remind us, pointing at the ticking clock. "Oh shit!!" I accidentally cuss, throwing aside the broom and dash to my room.

Taehyung run up to me, "You cuss.. Mom!! Young cuss!!"

He complaint, out loud. Mentally screaming inside, I throw him one of my slipper to shut him up before taking a quick shower.

I really don't want to be lecture about not to cuss..

Grabbing my bento, I rush out. "Bye Mom!!"

Waving goodbye while running to school, "Faster kid!!" Jin mock me as I stuck my tongue at him, running pass him who is walking leisurely to the bus stop with Namjoon.

Taehyung and I go to the same school, while Jin and Namjoon go to a different one, since they have smart ass brain.

Luckily, this time again, I arrive on time. Silently praising myself, I make my way to the hectic class hallway.

"And Kim Young, late again.."

I smile at her, walking straight to my seat.

Yoeun nudge me, "Why are you late this time?" she ask, while taking out the books for next period subject. "Cleaning.." I state.

She roll her eyes, "Really?" I nod, "Ask Taehyung if you don't believe me.. If you have any guts.." I tease her, her face flare up, embarrass.

She obviously like Taehyung, so even mentioning about him make her embarrass.

"Tch.. J-just shut u-up.."

******

I stare at the bento, clearly not in the mood to eat.

My bento.. swapped with Taehyung's.

Rayeon walk to our table, "Guys.. Lets go.." Yoeun nod. "Young, wae?"

I sigh, "You guys, go first.. I have something to deal with Taehyung first.." they nod, leaving me. Grabbing the bento angrily, I search for that brat.

Since Taehyung is late as well, he might be at the discipline office.

As I walk pass the basketball court, suddenly the ball bounce towards me with a strong force.

I stood froze, waiting for the impact, I shut my eyes. But, a body catch the ball, shielding me from the scary ball.

"Careful.. You all are not playing inside the basketball hall.."

He advise, throwing the ball back to them, "Nae, Yoongi Sunbaenim.." they all chorus.

The black haired senior just form a slight smile, before averting his gaze to me.

"You okay?"

He ask, as I nod. "Good then, you better not be around here when they are playing.." I smile, nodding at him, he walk away.

Then, I remember my intentions..

I make my way to the office, founding that brat, sitting on the couch, being nagged by Mr Han. Holding the urge to laugh, I knock softly.

"May I talk with Taehyung for a while?"

Mr Han nod, as Taehyung walk towards me. I shove him the bento, "What is this? For me?"

"No, you took mine.." grabbing mine from him, he smile sheepishly, "Why didn't you just eat mine?"

Smiling sarcastically, "I don't want to get sick by your terrible choice of food.. Who would eat wasabi as lunch?" he point at himself, giggling cutely at me.

Rolling my eyes, I push him back inside. "Thank you, Mr Han.."

Taehyung does his aegyo face, to beg for sympathy but I just shrug him off. Simply walk away, leaving him.

Walking to the cafeteria, my eyes wander around the school surrounding.

I halt my steps, spotting the senior that help me earlier. He is laying flat on the bench, with a book on his face.

Making my way towards him, I  slowly tap his shoulder. He didn't move an inch, I lift the book, staring at his sleeping face.

*Brghh*

My stomach grumble, waking him up. I got panic, accidentally drop the book on his face.

"Ah.." he groan, sitting up while holding his nose. "S-sunbaenim, I'm so sorry!!" politely bow at him 90° degree repeatedly.

I bit lower lips, as he open one of his eyes, looking straight at me. "Aren't you the girl at the basketball court earlier?" he tilt his head to the side a bit.

"Y-yeah.." I stutter out, he stare at me blankly, raising my anxiety. "Is there something you need?"

He ask, wincing a bit, "Uh.. I was just.. I want to say thank you, for saving me.." I spat, awkwardly as he nod.

"Its my pleasure.." he replied, blinking his eyes.

I smiled, then ask him the 'question' I ask every boys that help me.

"Oppa, can you be my boyfriend?"

His reaction is unreadable but I'm sure he's shock, we stare at each other for a while. I crack into a fit of giggles as he arch one of his brows at me.

"Sure.."

He state, calmly. "W-what?" I ask, shock by his response.

"I will accept your offer.. So, see you after school, Young.."

He gently put his hand on my head, caressing my hair with his thumb, before leaving me there, speechless.

Did.. he just become my boyfriend?

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