A/N: is it just me who gets slightly annoyed when people tag me on Insta cuz like then I get all these notifications that are like "@ burnedpotatoskin commented on a post you're tagged in" and "@ dabbingdallas liked a post you're tagged in" erf. I haven't updated any of my longer stories in a long time so here I go.
I giggled as Taehyung sped toward our house, snuggling my face close to his neck. He smelled good, like peaches and cream.
Taehyung glanced at me.
"Are you smelling me?" He chuckled, his voice deeper than the Atlantic.
I blushed at being caught and hid my face into his shirt.
"Hey baby, don't do that. I want to see your adorable face," Taehyung soothed, playfulness coming off in his tone.
I smacked his head.
"You make me sound like a baby!" I scoffed, "Adorable, my ass,"
"And what a nice one you have," Taehyung returned smoothly.
I gasped and smacked his head three times.
We continued this banter until we arrived at my house.
"Lettuce go to my house," I said, hopping off Taehyung's back and leading him to the front door.
I heard him groan behind me and I inwardly smiled at my awesome pun.
We walked into the kitchen where my mom was making pasta, the tomatoey delicious slightly spicy aroma permeating the house.
"Hey, Mom!" I commented, "It smells good!"
"I know," She replied mindlessly, turning around.
She spotted Taehyung and smiled.
"Taehyung! A pleasure to see you again," she greeted him.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Jeon!" Taehyung replied, smiling.
Then she looked at me and then him and grinned.
Turning back around to stir the pasta, she mumbled something about "the ship finally sailing".
I shrugged it off, "We're gonna go upstairs, okay?"
"Okay," my mom smirked, "Don't forget to use protection,"
"Mom!" I screeched as I pulled a chuckling Taehyung away.
When we got away from my mom and her dirty remarks, I sat down on my bed.
Taehyung started searching around my window.
"Where is it?" He asked, his outline looking beautiful against the light from the window.
"Where's what?" I said, confused.
"The other day when I caught you, you were writing in something. Where is it?" Taehyung explained.
"Oh," I blushed, "that,"
Taehyung extended his hand, raising his eyebrows.
I turned away.
"You don't need to see it," I muttered, crossing my arms defiantly.
"Please?" Taehyung begged, looking at me with puppy eyes.
I sighed, unable to defy his wishes.
"Fine," I agreed, rolling over to reach under my bed to get it.
I handed the pineapple designed notebook over to him and hid under my pillow.
Taehyung smiled and opened the notebook and started reading.
05/18/15
Today he looked really pretty. He had on a white shirt with ripped jeans. It was simple but he looked nice either way. I wish I could actually talk to him. But alas, my vocal chords twist themselves into knots when I look at him. I bet he forgot about me. It's fine. I'm easy to forget about me.
Taehyung smiled at the first entry and flipped a few pages.
08/14/15
Today was mouthwatering. He went to the beach with Jimin and I saw him leave the house with no shirt. I almost fainted. But, I'm jealous of all the hoes that probably stared at him all day. When he came back, his hair was still damp and I swear my heart felt so full when he changed. I mean, of course, I didn't look when...hkbghkrfhbzkb
12/30/15
It was his birthday today. I saw him with all his friends. I saw him eating cake and food, looking absolutely adorable. I was just watching. Will I always just be on the sidelines? Probably though because I manage to fuck up everything. So I'll just continue to not talk to him. For his and my sake.
Taehyung's face softened. He looked up at me, where I was hiding behind my hands.
"Jungkook," he called out softly.
I peeked between my fingers.
"Are you done reading my embarrassing feelings?" I squeaked, feeling my blush.
"Actually," he started, holding up the book, "can I keep this?"
I opened my mouth, about to deny when he tilted his head and pouted.
"Aish, fine, fine," I agreed, then narrowed my eyes, "But, don't show it to anyone else!"
"Of course," he smiled and held the notebook close to his chest.
I grinned idiotically at the gesture and walked over to where he was sitting.
"This makes me sad," Taehyung commented, running his long fingers over the textured cover of the notebook, "to think that you thought all these things,"
I looked down, "Well, at least I don't think them now,"
I drew my gaze back to him and smiled reassuringly.
Taehyung wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
"It's funny how we barely know each other yet have these strong feelings," he remarked, playing with my hair.
"It's funny," I agreed.
"I have an idea!" Taehyung said suddenly, eyes sparkling happily, "Let's play 20 Questions and get to know each other more!"
I smiled at his expression and agreed. I leaped up and pulled him downstairs.
A/N:dis was a filler jrhiajrejh sorry. my parents took my phone away and im pissed and writing on the computer. next chapter will be floofy asf
