Popularity | Taejin ✔︎

four

Jins P.O.V

Angrily I shove food in my mouth stabbing the random food on my lunch tray. Stupid Taehyung and his stupid face, stupid kiss. I press my lips together and forcefully chew and accidentally bite my cheek. I shake my head and eat on ignoring my surroundings. Why did he have to kiss me? Me out of all people. Out of all girls. I could use this against his popularity but who would listen to me? His lips were smooth and fit just right with mine. What am I saying? Shut up, Jin! I heavily sigh, damn it. There are more people talking about the Felix incident and about the picture of Namjoon. Students are saying Felix is in debt and they are saying Namjoon was meeting up with someone for a drug exchange. People are crazy. "Jin? Jin!"

"What? What is it?" I slam my fork down on the lunch table eyeing Namjoon who sat across the table in front of me. Is it about the rumors? I don't think he knows what people are talking about because he hasn't came to me about anything. Lunch is ending causing students to leave. Some look over at Namjoon and I whispering non stop. Pathetic.

"I tried getting your attention quietly...but that guy over there is staring at us," Namjoon gives me a quick point. I swear if it's Taehyung I will kill him!

I glance over my shoulder trying not to be obvious and what I see next brings shocking waves to my core. Jeon Jungkook intensely stares in our direction as he sips on a cherry flavored juice box. Ew cherry and ew Jungkook Drinking such a low-key thing when he sometimes will bring alcohol to drink during class. Everybody has seen the video of drunk Jungkook during class as he yelled at his science teacher. But why is he looking at us? Is he looking at Namjoon? No, don't look at Namjoon he is only mine, idiot. "What do you think he wants?" Namjoon asks.

"Probably just a fight. Don't worry about it." I tell him going to dump my tray.

"I'm going to speak with him," Namjoon stands tall and glides his way over to Jungkook.

"Wait- no, don't do that!" I go to grab Namjoons arm but he is already ahead of me. Fuck!

Jungkook gets up from his seat knowing Namjoon had business. "Why are you staring at us, huh?" Namjoon picks a fight.

"Who said I was staring at you? You want attention? Go somewhere else and find it." Jungkook spits trying to stand tall in front of Namjoon but he is too tall for Jungkook to overrule. 

"Coconut headass. You better have another excuse before I punch the living hell out of you-" Namjoon raises his fist.

I run to his side and pull him away. "Not here. You'll get kicked out if they see you fight on school grounds." I direct my words only to Namjoon. I stand there like a little girl, my feet planted into the ground I don't look at neither Jungkook or Namjoon. 

"Whatever, I don't want to fight a manwhore." Namjoon glares at Jungkook and sets off. Good thing Jimin and Hoseok weren't here to see that, they would throw a fit. I feel like I've been avoiding them recently but they were here to eat with me and Namjoon but quickly left.

"You're pretty handsome," a hand is place on my shoulder as I smell Jungkook who reeks of cherries and cologne. "And you like Taehyung?" He eyes me up and down.

My eyes dart around the lunch room, countless people have their eyes on Jungkook who is in my face. Girls and boys video tape and take pictures of the scene. I slap Jungkook's hand away and grunt. "You guys are annoying, both you and Taehyung." I truthfully say.

"Why did you even confess to Taehyung? What do you see in him, huh? He is just a bastard who likes the attention. Go out with me." Jungkook sneers.

He must be teasing me! Why is he teasing me?! Is Taehyung putting him up to this just like what he did to Felix? What the hell! "Screw off." I flip him off and storm out of the cafeteria.

Gross! Gross! Does he have some type of fetish! No way on my grave will anyone tease me and try to get with me like that. And to even make a big scene in front of students I have to see everyday too. I would rather die! But wait. Rethinking his words cause goosebumps on my arms. 'Why did you even confess to Taehyung?.' Meaning he knows?! How? Is Taehyung really telling his friends about my confession? He is crazy. Taehyung doesn't care that much about his popularity then. No, no! "Jin!" I slip from my sudden stop almost falling to the floor.

Jimin runs to me out of breath in his physical ed clothes. Great, its that day. "You have to get ready quick! Boys have to do training." He tells me.

"Really?" I pout.

"I tried telling you at lunch to leave with me and Hoseok but you didn't listen so this is your fault, Jin." Jimin nudges my shoulder then runs off.

Splendid. My classroom only a few steps away I find my "cubby" in the back of the room finding my physical ed clothes and change into them. I hate this part of my days because I hate sweating and working out, it has never been my thing like science. Funny thing is I love science when I look like the type to be into music. My phone buzzes in my uniform jacket that hangs in my cubby. Grabbing my phone I see notifications of people tagging me in posts on Instagram and messages pilling up in my LINE. I go to Instagram seeing the scene of me and Jungkook as well as me flipping him off. Embarrassment fills my stomach as I put my phone away. After getting dressed I make my way outside to my class, Namjoon isn't there. Where is he? Where did he run off to? Jimin is by my side in a matter of seconds as Hoseok stands on the side waving with a big smile. At least I still have these goofballs.

"Whoever is missing we will start without them. Today we will be playing soccer, which I'm sure all of you have played," our physical ed teacher yells to keep us focused. Yay, soccer. "I will divide you boys and girls up into two teams." He instructs.

We are all caught off guard watching another class come outside all yelling and chanting. "Mrs. Soo!" He declares. Mrs. Soo finds us and smiles. Nothing more attractive than a bunch of teenage boys burning in the hot sun.

"Hello! What are you doing out here?" She questions.

"We were just about to play soccer, care to join?" Our teacher quarks a laugh.

"Why not? Come on guys go join!" Mrs. Soo tells them. Most of her class collides with other people from our class already knowing each other.

I barely know anyone out of my grade. "Hey, look it's Taehyung," Jimin tugs on my arm. My eyes dart throughout the boys and girls to find him, box shaped smile showing pearly whites his hair still in his eyes he speaks to his friends. The whole class. He looks so hot in his physical ed clothes. He is acting like nothing bothers him. Damn. I don't say anything and put my attention on the two teachers. "We will divide you now." Our teacher announces.

I don't look to see who is on my team afraid that him, Taehyung would be there. My team is on the left side of the soccer field and I see I have to go against Jimin who is amazing at soccer. I gulp. Let's get this over with. One of the teachers blow their whistle and we are at it. Stealing the ball we go to the other side. "Pass!" I project my voice over everyone screaming.

The ball is kicked to me but instantly stolen. By who? I take in Taehyung dribbling the ball to our side and not one person can get the ball back. Anger fills me and I chase after him. Managing to kick the ball out of his reach I pass it to one of my teammates. I'm stopped by a wall. Not a wall, Taehyung. Our breathing is out of control. He sends low vibes as I give off anger. He slightly smirks. "You...told- your friends-" I'm cut off by Taehyung holding my cheeks and crashing our lips together.

"Whoa!"

A cat call whisper.

"Shit!"

My leg rises and I kick Taehyung to the ground. "Hey!" Our teachers run to the problem. "Break it up you two. Taehyung, are you okay?" Mrs. Soo lowers herself to Taehyung.

"Jin, do you need a rest?" My teacher tries touching me to calm me down but I'm fast on moving.

My body moves past the other bodies to the side of the school building where the water fountain is. What was that? How could he? I feel so worn out it hurts. I turn on the spout and take gulps of water then drench my face in the cold liquid. What's going on? I'm asking too many questions I will never get the answers to. How am I going to fix this? I touch my lips with the tips of my fingers remembering those seconds of lust that just happened. I have always wanted to kiss him, but now I don't know if I want more or for him to leave me alone. I'm confused. The one thing that scares me is if his friends know about the confession then soon the whole school will know