(Completed) Mr. Kim

34 Thirty-four

He guides me up the stairs, letting me stop for a second or two to keep my balance.
Once up the stairs I sigh in relief.

Relief that I didn't fall back into his arms like a cliche movie scene.
I wouldn't have been able to see his face if it happened anyway, so it really would've only been awkward.

Taehyung lets go of me, I start to slowly move forward, trying to take ahold of something.
I hear slow footsteps behind me, and I turn towards Taehyung. Well, in his direction.

"Why the fuck are you still here?"
"Um, to guide you? Why else?"
"There's luggage in the car still, don't leave that to my grandma just because you wanna follow me around like a pervert. I'll be fine, I'm not incompetent."

Taehyung sighs behind me, and his footsteps start to retreat.
Once he's officially gone I start to walk slowly some more.

Knowing the layout of the house, I feel my way to the couch.
I move around it, sitting down on the soft cushion seconds later.

Man, why'd I have to move out of here for college if this couch was so comfortable?
I mean, I didn't have an actual major.
I only went for my grandma so she wouldn't have to use too much money.

Then my habits came, and I couldn't go back.
"Jungkook! Where are you!"
My ears pick up on my grandmothers voice.
"I'm on the couch in the living room I think!"
I yell back towards her.

I hear footsteps.
Fuck, now I'm starting to hate that sound.
Two pairs of shoes come into the same room as me.

"Jungkook, you'll get your old room while Taehyung will have the guest room across from you. Is that alright?"

I grit my teeth.
I don't want him across from me, even though we're not even in the same room.
But I don't want to say no...

"It's fine."
I respond, not wanting to upset my grandmother.
I can practically see her bright smile.
"Good! Taehyung will help you up the stairs!
I hope you remember the directions to help him get you there?"

"I do."
"Since that's settled, Taehyung, please help Jungkook up so you two can find your rooms."
He walks over to me and takes my hand.

I grip it and he pulls me up, stabilizing my balance with a hand to my back.
He starts to take wide strides, and I follow.
He stops, and I assume we're at the stairs.

We walk up them with no problems, already on the second floor in a minute.
I don't want to show this bastard my room.

He gets on my nerves so bad. I mean, I was out of my mind telling him my grandma's address and where I would be staying the next year.

I still hesitate in front of my room, slowly feeling a little self concious. Why? Because it's my room, and because of how it's decorated.

"Are you going to enter Jungkook?" I ignore his voice, trying to find the courage to walk inside.

Fuck!

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Lynn~~