Flower Boy ◆ KimTaehyung✔

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You know what is strange?

Sometimes, you remember the big events from your past. The exciting and unique ones. But sometimes, it's just a simple little moment, that has nothing particular special or remember-worthy on it, that burns itself into your brain.

The moment Tae slumped down onto my bed next to me, in some of my dad's clothes he borrowed, is one of those moments.

I still remember the dip of the mattress and the familiar scent of my dad mixed with Tae's flowery one. The little sigh that escaped his lips and the feeling of the sheets that he pulled over us.

I turned my face towards Taehyung and watched his side profile, that was directed to the ceiling. There was a cut on his lower lip and one on his nose and cheek. His freshly dyed hair covered his forehead and parts of his eyes in a messy way.

He looked tired, but wide awake at the same time and really, I totally understood how he felt. So much had happened that was equally exhausting and confusing.

(I mean, it's not like Chris hadn't warned me, but you are always wiser afterwards, I guess)

I turned the rest of my body towards Taehyung and supported my head with my hand, looking down at him, "What are you going to do now? Will you tell your parents or teachers about this?"

He didn't meet my eyes as he thought of an answer before silently shaking his head, "I guess, no."

I nodded while taking in his answer, "...and Jungkook?"

Taehyung now turned his head to me, his gaze meeting mine, "...no."

I nodded again and watched a small smile appearing on Taehyung's face, "There's no need for you to be jealous of him, you know that now, right?"

I scowled and let my head fall back against the pillows, "I'm not jealous."

I heard him chuckle besides me but refused to look at him, being a bit too embarrassed about the fact that he was right.

"It's okay Y/N. Now you know that you are my favorite anyways." He said in a teasing manner.

I hit his shoulder blindly, due to me still not looking at him but immediately turned around when I heard him whine.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" I said, thinking that I hit one of his wounds.

His pained expression soon turned into a highly amused one and I huffed annoyed.

"Oh, you're so funny Kim Taehyung."

He snickered before getting in the same position I was in before, head leaning on one hand while looking down on me, "No, but really, do you want to now why I and Jungkook always walked home together?"

I knew he wouldn't take a 'no' anyways, so I nodded.

"I uhm-" He sat up straight and I followed his movements, "You know Jungkook was kinda known as the girl - and boy - crush in our grade. So I kinda asked him for... tips."

"Tips?" I asked a bit clueless, not getting what he wanted to say.

"You know... how to act around girls, how to...", He mumbled the last word so quietly that even I, who sat right in front of him, didn't understand it and I leaned a bit closer, "How to?"

He looked to the side, a pink blush appearing on his bruised cheeks, making him look even prettier in the moonlight.

"Confess. How to confess." He finally stuttered out and - call me a bad friend - I couldn't help but to laugh at him loudly.

He turned his head back towards me and my laughter ebbed down as I saw his hurt expression.

I shook my head and scooted even closer, our knees touching now, "I'm sorry Tae. But why in the world would you need help with something like that? A passed note and paper flowers? This is the cutest thing any girl could wish for." I said remembering his first confession.

He pursed his lips, "I didn't want to be cute."

It slowly dawned me that Jungkook - the charming, maybe-a-bit-macho Jungkook I knew - must've set the idea of being manly in Taehyung's head.

Yeah, maybe Jungkook accepted Tae how he was but he certainly didn't know how he functioned. And let me tell you, there's no person who knows Tae better than I do. Kim Taehyung shouldn't do things like others do, because there's only one way to do it for him.

 His way.

"Idiot", I said grinning, bringing my face closer to his, "Cute is your quality-promise, just together with pretty, why would you want to change that?"

He shrugged, "Jungkook said that he knew you weren't into cute boys."

I rolled my eyes, not really realizing the meaning behind his words, "Jungkook doesn't know shit."

Taehyung's eyes snapped up at my face and a grin appeared on his face, that looked a bit as if he  caught me cheating in a math test and was now about to tell it the teacher - in short; very spiteful.

"Does that mean you are into cute boys?"

I felt a bit taken aback at his sudden question, but didn't really know what to answer. I mean, I don't know. Was I?

I shrugged and now it was Tae leaning closer, the tips of our noses almost touching.

"Y/N?"

I hummed, "Hm?"

"Do you like me, yes or yes?"

I laughed at him quoting his favorite girl group and he too began to laugh, eyes crinkling into cute crescents and nose scrunching up.

As cute as the whole scene was, I wasn't prepared for when Taehyung closed the remaining space between us and pressed his lips onto mine a second time in two days.

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Oh my gosh