Bookworm | Taekook

8

JK POV

School ended pretty quickly, considering I didn't pay attention to a single class. I had hid a book in my desk and read during every class.

I was waiting at the school gates when I felt a pair of arms reach around me.

"Surprise!" Taehyung had his box smile painted across his face as he had succeeded in capturing me in a hug.

"Well, hello there." I tried to suppress the grin trying to creep onto my face. Absolutely adorable.

"Hi! Are you ready?" Taehyung was as eager as a child.

"Of course. Where are we going?" The sheepish boy in front of me blushed.

"I was thinking my house... if that's okay?" Taehyung was fidgeting with his hands.

"Well, what are you waiting for, then? Let's go!" I smiled at him.

He perked up immediately and grabbed my hand. "It's this way!" He excitedly pulled me along until we were a few feet away from a house labeled "Kim".

"Um... I'm sorry that my room is a little messy..." Taehyung shyly apologized as he opened the door to his home.

The door opened to a large entryway decorated with picture frames and hooks occupied by jackets and coats. I stepped into the house and started looking through the pictures. There was one that caught my attention immediately. There was a slightly younger Taehyung dressed in all black. His face was blank and he hugged a picture to his chest.

"Let's go upstairs." Taehyung was looking at me, a hint of pain in his eyes. I obliged and followed him up the staircase.

"Is this your room?" I looked around at the rather large bedroom.

"Yep!" The glowing, perky Taehyung had returned.

In the center of the far wall of the room stood a queen sized bed with blue and white bedding. The walls were painted a dark navy blue. As a contrast, the curtains covering his window were a bright yellow.

I walked to the bed to join Taehyung who was already comfortable, laying down.

When I sat down, I noticed the wall in front of me. The one wall of the room was painted white and was covered in sticky notes.

"What is that?" I turned to face Taehyung.

"Hm? Oh, books." I looked at him in confusion until I read one of the little pieces of paper. "Our Only Shield". The narrative he bought from my store.

"Are these... all the books you've read?" I stared in awe at the wall full of titles and overlapping sticky notes.

"Yep. I told you before... I really like books." He giggled nervously and blushed.

"This is... amazing." I had nothing else to say. I was so taken back by seeing how devoted he really was to books.

What an amazing person. I l-

"Are you thirsty? I could get tea or something." Taehyung slowly got up from the bed.

"Do you have anything sweet? I have a bit of a sweet tooth..." I blushed as I revealed my childish tastes. I was met with a box grin.

"Me too. I'll be right back."

How am I still alive after witnessing this person firsthand?

A/n:

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