My Delinquent|tk

23| everything is different

Jungkook—

I smiled, to myself, as Taehyung buried his head further into my side, as the morning rays filtered through the open blinds. Raising a hand, I sifted my fingers through the elder's hair, relishing the feeling of silky soft locks. "Come on, Tae. It's about time to go," I murmured gently. The other male whined, smacking my chest lightly. "Why do you always wake me up so early?" The elder grumbled, voice muffled by the fabric of my shirt. "We always arrive to class with extra time to spare, so I don't understand why you always drag me out of bed at such an ungodly hour."

Snorting, I pinched Taehyung's ear, and forced his head to lift. I grinned when I was met with a smattering of "ow, ow, ow! Owie! Let go!" I clicked my tongue, and settled my palm against the elder's cheek. "Your definition of 'time to spare' is ten seconds before the professor steps into the room, Tae. Don't bullshit me with your excuses." The other male only pouted, averting his gaze, from mine. "Is it a crime to want more sleep?"

Chuckling I planted a kiss on Taehyung's forehead, before making a move to get out the bed. Immediately, arms wrapped around my waist, stopping me from taking my leave. "Nooo! Don't leave! You're the closest heat source to me!" The elder whined, childishly. I rolled my eyes, and leaned down to ruffle his hair. "Tae, let go," I chided him. I was met with a pair of gleaming puppy dog eyes, that caused my heart to melt.

"Oh no you don't. I'm not going to fall for those eyes of yours," I sighed, turning my head away, before I could cave in. I could hear the whine when Taehyung responded with an, "aww, but Kookie~" I only shook my head, making sure not to look back, since I knew that if I did, I wouldn't be able to resist. "Don't be a brat, Tae. I'm getting out, whether you're holding onto me or not," I warned the elder, as I swung both legs over the edge of the bed. My ears were met with one more whine, before Taehyung let go of my waist, and flopped back onto the bed.

I sent the other male an endearing look, and headed into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

It's been a few weeks since I've declared my relationship with Taehyung, to everyone, and since that day the news had spread like wildfire. In the next hour, people were coming up to us, and asking the same things. But there was one question that seemed to be continuously brought up: is it true that you're gay?

Out of all the questions, that was the one that irked me the most. It seemed to be condescending towards Taehyung, as if everyone was blaming him for making me "gay." That was not true at all, in any shape or form. I'd already liked him way before he realized he liked me, and the fact that people were making it seem like Taehyung tried to seduce and monopolize me made my blood boil. I hated it when people made up false rumors, and hated it even more when they were making up false rumors about my boyfriend. I was definitely going to have to do something about it. Both, Taehyung and I, don't need another repeat of what Lisa had done to him. God, just thinking about that bitch just makes me want to throw something.

After I finished getting ready, in the bathroom, I plodded back to a sleeping Taehyung. Despite my unjustified anger towards everyone who's wronged the elder, a smile still managed to settle on my lips. There was just something about him that always never fails to cheer me up. Be it his personality, or his aura, I was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. Before, there was really nothing that ever mattered to me. I lived in an orphanage until I couldn't. I only went to school, because if education could get me farther away from my father, then I'd do it well enough. I didn't make many friends, and I barely trusted anyone. I'd lived in my own shell, just blindly trying to get through life. I didn't have a purpose, but I thought that maybe being alive was already a feat on its own, considering how desperately my father wanted me gone.

But now...everything is different. I have someone who will get worried if I go missing. I have someone who cares if I'd eaten, or showered, or slept. I have someone who'd pester me nonstop, until I've admitted that I'm upset. I have someone who loves me no matter what.