when the school's last bell rings, i was in a hurry to get out. i walk down the hallway and knock on mr. jung's door.
"why are you going in there for?" taehyung asked. i got startle because i thought i was the only one standing near the door.
"i-i have to get something from him, you can go, i'll come by myself." i said.
"seriously, i haven't walk home with you for so long.. let's go home together."
"we can walk home tomorrow," i pout.
"no, let's just go today... and tomorrow,"
"let's go tomorrow!"
"fine, you don't have to go tomorrow, let's just go today."
"but i need to get a workbook from mr. jung that'll help me with the test tomorrow."
"okay, i'll wait."
why is he-
"fine," i said.
mr. jung opens the door, taehyung and i walk in.
"mr. jung, i'm here to get the workbook," i said.
mr. jung goes to his desk and picks up the workbook. walking toward my direction, he hands me the book.
"thank you," i smiled moving my hands and receiving the book from him.
"that's all?" taehyung asks. "then let's go."
i took small steps walking toward the door. i turn around, taking a chance to look back and glance at mr. jung.
i want to spend times with him.
maybe taehyung would have let me if i had told him the truth, but honestly i'm not ready. what if he tells my mother? i mean, he probably won't but i don't what his reaction will be and i'm scared that he'll be against it.
it's better not telling him, then to remind myself every day that he's against me and mr. jung's relationship.
i have to first know that he won't be mad at me for it.
"why are you so quiet, idiot?" taehyung asks.
"shut up, i'll prove you wrong tomorrow." i abruptly yell.
taehyung laughs, moving closer to me in distance as he ruffles my hair. he wraps his arms around my shoulder, pulling me closer to his body. he headlocks me. i grimace trying to get away from him.
"i'm going to your house today," he said, walking while his hand didn't leave the wrap around my neck. i had to walk as i bend a little - and at the same time, trying to get away from his grip.
"no you're not," i denied.
he definitely isn't going to my house. if my mom asks anything about him and i being a couple then i could already imagine myself being a dead meat.
"yes, i am."
"no, you're not."
"i said i'm going."
"i said no." i snarled, finally getting away from his lock.
"who cares, i'm going."
"it's my house," i scoff.
"yeah, i'm just going to meet your mother. it's none of your business." he sneers, walking ahead of me to go to my house.
"yah! you're not going to my house!"
i wish this idiot would listen to me sometime. i seriously can not let mom know about me dating my teacher.
but all I could do right now is pray that mom doesn't talk about how taehyung is my boyfriend - because all that was, was a lie to hide the fact that's mr. jung is my boyfriend.
i let out a heavy sigh before running up to taehyung.
