Nice?

Ep 1

Why do I have to sit next to him and why are these girls so annoying? 

"Students get back to your seats now." Mrs. Choi demanded interrupting my thoughts. I rolled my eyes as the loud tardy bell rung.

 "Okay guys listen up. Since we only have a week left of school, I want you guys to relax and enjoy the last week. But I need a final major grade so we're going to do a project!" Mrs. Choi announced happily. The whole class groaned in frustration. 

"I know, I know. But it's going to be a really easy final grade and guess what? You guys get to work with a partner!" Mrs. Choi explained.

 All the girls squealed and looked at Taehyung. Taehyung grinned showing his perfect, white teeth. The squeals are getting louder and louder by the second.

 "Girls please calm down. I never said that you could choose your partners." The class when silent immediately. 

"Since you guys are sitting in pairs then your elbow partner is your partner for your project." Every girl in the room glared at me with jealousy, envy, and hatred, there are some faces that I couldn't quit figure out but I'm sure it lies somewhere in those emotions I rolled my eyes and imagined working with the 'playboy', I cringed at the thought. I mean I've never seen him dating anyone but I mean that's what playboys are, right?

"Hey," Taehyung started. I frowned as he interrupted my thoughts. "Guess we're partners now huh?" he continued

"Would you mind, I'm trying to listen." I snapped back rudely. 

"I'm sorry." he quickly apologized and looked down at his rubric for the project. 

Wait, is he feeling bad because I snapped at him. He's just acting, isn't he?

I tried to listen to Mrs. Choi clarify the instruction, but the melody of the drizzling rain is too alluring. 

BRRRING!!! OH NO. I zoned out for a whole class period. I shoved my papers in my backpack and hustled out the door. 

"Y/N, WAIT UP!" Taehyung called for me. 

"What do you want?" I stopped in my tracks.

 Little did I know Taehyung was sprinting toward me with full speed by the time he realized that I've stopped it was already too late. He crashed into me making me fall backwards due to the strong impact. I hit the floor harshly, groaning from the pain. 

"Ow, Taehyung what the heck is wrong with you!"I yelled at him

 "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry Y/n." Taehyung apologized and offered me a hand. 

Should I take his hand? No, I probably shouldn't, I don't even know where that hand had been. I slapped his hand and helped myself up. 

 "What do you want?" I questioned him in an annoyed tone. 

"I just wanted to ask you where you want to work on our project." He answered, he seemed a little upset 

But how can he, Kim Taeyeon, the most popular playboy got upset because I was annoyed with him. Maybe he's just so used to everyone swoon over him. 

"We can work at my house if you want." he suggested with a smirk on his face. Should I really work with him at his house? 

"I mean I really don't have a choice do I." I mumbled under my breath. 

"Did you say something?" he asked confused. 

"I sure why not we have to finish by Monday either way." I really wasn't in the mood to talk to him. 

"So, umm... Can I have your number so I can text you about the project of course?" he asked while looking at the ground and play with his fingers as if he was shy or even embarrassed. 

Then I noticed that shade of pink on his face. OH MY GOSH THE PLAYBOY IS BLUSHING. 

"Here." I passed him a sticky note with my number on it. 

"Okay, thank you." he thanked me so quietly it was barely audible.