Super Rich Kids | TAEKOOK

Chapter 1

Jeon Jungkook's P.O.V

The sound of the school bell ringing falls deaf into my ears. I watched as my classmates started to move out of the classroom—preferably going to the cafeteria or to spend some quality time on the school grounds. It must be nice to be able to have so much free time in your hands. It must be better than having your scheduled pack with so much unnecessary plans.

I got up from my seat and scanned the empty room. I wonder what would it feel like to be the only student in class? Would it be boring? Would I benefit something from it? Would the number 1 title automatically be passed down onto me?

I felt my fists clench at the mere mention of the number: one. Why did I have to think about it again? God, I don't need numbers stressing me early in the morning—so why are you allowing Satan to rub it in my face no matter how much I beg for you to stop, huh?

I narrowed my eyes at the chart of honorable students displayed on the glass board, the big bold number two flashing it's silver color right at my eyes. My name Jeon Jungkook coming out as a mock.

And as an attempt to sour my mood even more a boisterous laugh suddenly echoed through the hallway. I stepped out of the classroom, just in time to send that person a glare. It's what he deserves after stealing what's respectfully mine.

It was on instinct for anger to wash all over my veins. My blood boiled as I recognized that laughter and voice everywhere. How can I not? It was that laughter and voice that brought me into the pits of misery.

I recognize it as if it's the first ever horror movie I watched as a child. I recognize it as if it's the same annoying ringtone that plays on your parent's phones over and over again. That voice belonged to nobody else but Kim fucking Taehyung.

I swear I could feel fire erupting from my eyes at just the mere sight of the guy. Loads of steam were coming out from my nose and ears, too. And to worsen my mood even more than it already was, he stops dead on his tracks and plunges his whole attention right to me.

I watched as he dismisses his group of friends. I watched as he obnoxiously walks his way over to where I stand, his head help up so high that probably has people wanting to push it down and bury it right in the grounds.

I fixed up my posture, I straightened up my back and fixed my uniform. I eyed him from head to toe, pure annoyance seeping through my eyes. He chuckles as if he was expecting I'd cower and hide in fear.

God, who does he think he is? The Incredible Hulk? He doesn't even come as close in terms of presence.

"Jeon," He greets, a coy smirk making its way to his lips.

I rolled my eyes, "Kim," I greeted him back through my gritted teeth. "What brings you here? Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Sharp tongue early in the morning, I see," He comments. "Hm, yup—I do have somewhere else to be, but from the looks of it, someone's stopping me."

Immediately, I knew who he was referring to. Couldn't he at least make an effort to hide the obvious? I would have loved to play guessing games.

"Me? Preventing you?" I faked a gasp. "Come on, Kim, don't tell me you assumed that the glare was for you? What if that glare was supposed to be for your best buddy, Jimin? or maybe Jimin's boyfriend Namjoon? You can't expect that everything I throw is automatically for you."

"You can't blame me for assuming everything you throw is for me. I mean, like I'm the only person you talk to in school. You literally eat lunch alone and spend time in the library and in the visual art's room with no companion. You shut everyone out. There's literally no reason for you to throw harsh glares at Jimin and Namjoon."