"Looks like I'm your muse," Taehyung chirped, not breaking his stare.
"You wish," you said before turning away from him. He chuckled. You knew this was going to be a long and exhausting semester, but part of you was kind of glad.
You knew it was wro...
You waited at your normal place, but neither Jungkook or Jimin had come to meet you. You wondered if they were just running late, but already having waited for five minutes now, you began to worry that you were being ditched again.
Sighing, you pulled out your phone and sent another rash text. You didn't like how you were becoming so dependent on Taehyung. You enjoyed spending time with him, but you felt like you were almost abusing it in a way. You knew you couldn't just keep turning to him when you had no other options. It wasn't really like that for you, but it surely could be interpreted that way.
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A winky face? That cheeky bastard.
You laughed out loud as you looked down at your phone. You looked up to see a smug Taehyung sauntering your way.
"Hey," you spoke casually, not wanting it to be so obvious that you were A) still a little distraught from the earlier events of your day and B) just laughing at the stupid text message he sent to you.
"Hey," he responded.
Nice. Everything was off to a great start.
You threw your phone back into your bag and the two of you walked out the door in a comfortable silence. You decided to reward him with some conversation, considering how he was now walking you home from school after he had already walked you to school. He seemed to be the only one willing to care about your safety, your two brothers doing who knows what.
"So why'd you stay after school?" you inquired.
"Ah..." he began, shifting his gaze around nervously. It was almost like he didn't want to confess or anything. It seemed somewhat suspicious to you. "I'm not sure if I should tell you. You might make fun of me."
Maybe you would've made fun of him, but you would've never meant it in a harmful way. You pouted.
"I promise I won't make fun of you. You can trust me," you reassured him.
"Well..." he paused, taking in a big breath and putting on a brave face. "Every week I stay after school one day for like fifteen minutes getting a private voice lesson from the choir teacher..." He looked at you almost grimacing, anxious to hear your response.
You hit him on the arm.
"Ow! What was that for? Do you have something against singing?" he retorted, obviously perturbed by your actions.
"We go to an arts academy, Butthead! Why do you think it would surprise me that you sing? It's actually kind of cute," you admitted with almost immediate regret, shielding your blushing cheeks from him with a hand.
"Cute?" he teased, peering his head over toward you. "You think I'm cute?"
You removed your hands from your face, almost dying from embarrassment. You couldn't believe the words had actually fallen from your mouth. You swore that this boy almost made you lose control of everything. Your feelings, your thoughts, and now your words.
