Rolex

Chapter 1

I'd been sitting here all bored with Taehyung constantly annoying me.

Sometimes I wondered when his friends from Pluto or Uranus would come to suck him up like they did to Mr. Bean? Because I swear, if that day came, my suffering would definitely come to its end.

"Yes! Tackle him, you asshole!" I rolled my eyes at Taehyung's comment and slapped his arm hard with my palms.

"Language."

"Oh my god!" He mockingly closed his mouth with a shocked expression. "How come I forgot there's a kid beside me? I'm so sorry that you have to listen to that. Come here, let me fix your dirty mind." He took a hold of my head and ruffled it—not that hard—but hey! That's hair we're talking about! Hard or not, it's hair!

I pulled my face into a pout mixed with anger, and he grinned at me once he saw how messed up my hair had become due to that big hand of his. "Fix it back, you dumbass."

His grin grew wider. "Hey, language." He repeated my words and took me by surprise when he cupped my cheeks with his palms, pulling me closer towards him, which seriously made me so close to having a heart attack!

His hands gently combed my hair, and I slightly flinched when his smiling lips slowly curled into his signature smirk. He knitted his eyebrows for a moment and winked. "By the way, you look much hotter with that hair. What's so wrong with that?"

I rolled my eyes again and whined, "Oh come on! It's been 1 hour and 28 minutes straight you've been flirting with me! Stop it. It's annoying!"

"Well, one point for Kim Taehyung." He gave me a lopsided grin and brought his arm around my shoulder, dragging me close to his side, and I didn't know how many times I'd have to tell him that his actions surely attracted so much attention!

"By the way, your Rolex friend over there surely knows how to rock this game." Out of the millions of words he had said since he sat beside me, this was the only one that really snatched my attention. "And I'm sure he's a damn player."

"No surprise you know your species." I said in an impassive manner, and it didn't take much time for Taehyung to start annoying me again.

"Don't you know players do have gorgeous faces? And let's not forget they're absolutely good in bed." He pulled his smirk with an overbearing pride, and that seriously made me so close to spit right on that pretty face. "I'm so honored to hear you calling me a player."

Why am I friends with him again?

"Okay, I'm done."

Well aware that he was still far away from stopping his game of annoying me, I decided to pay all my attention back to the game despite not liking it and let that player talk to himself.

"Hike!" I heard that Jungkook or whatever his name was shout over the field, and soon enough, the ball was under his control and the rest of the team distracted the rivals.

I witnessed him bolt down the field with the fate of this game left purely in his hands. My eyes drifted up to see the clock, and I became anxious when I realized that he had under 25 seconds to reach the end zone and claim a few points for his team.

As fast as he could, he pushed himself harder and harder. His cleats pounded one after the other onto the green turf as he maneuvered around players of the rival team.

Well, not bad.

I threw another glance at the clock, and it told me he was already down to 10 seconds. It amazed me to see how he still managed to accelerate as if his life depended on this game—almost as if he was in a long race and the finish line was getting closer and closer with every fast step he took. He then took longer and quicker strides as the timer wound down.