WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

eight.

taehyung's pov

the next time jungkook decided to talk to me was a few weeks after we went to the movies. he had refused to let go of my hand that day, until i had to get off the car. he wordlessly watched me go as i walked into my house with a huge smile on my face.

anyways, it was a bright tuesday morning and i was sitting on the bleachers with hoseok. he was showing me videos of him dancing as i laid my head on his shoulder.

we were giggling loudly as we got to some bloopers by the end. hoseok threw his head back as he laughed loudly. i turned to look at him but accidentally caught sight of jungkook standing with namjoon on the other side of the bleachers.

i stopped smiling when i saw the death stare he was giving me. it was actually pretty scared if i was being honest.

i thought we could actually be friends after holding hands that day. i guess he hated me.

i watched as he clenched his jaw before rolling his tongue over his cheek, creating an indent. i gulped as he continued staring. namjoon was busy being ignored by his friend.

hoseok said he had to get to class so he hugged me and got up but not before pecking me on the cheek. my cheeks flushed lightly as i returned his hug.

that was when i saw jungkook walking towards us. hoseok didn't notice him as he made his way to class. i nervously bit my lip when i saw the angry look on jungkook's beautiful face.

"come with me." he said as he grabbed my wrist, pulling me with him.

i didn't object as i got up from my seat. i didn't want him to be mad at me so i grabbed his arm with my other hand, latching onto him.