Super Rich Kids | TAEKOOK

Chapter 4

Jeon Jungkook's P.O.V

Meet me by the gates later? Maybe I'd give you my number? Is this your way of asking me out on a date? My eye twitched in irritation and pure annoyance as I recalled Kim's words just a few seconds ago. My cheeks were still burning even if I had already settled myself on my seat.

It frustrates me that I can still feel his hands on my waist and his hot breath on the back of my ear. How is that even humanly possible?

I hear him and Jimin chattering right behind my back and when I tell you I have never felt more stupid in my whole entire life.

I buried my face right into the palms of hands as irritation and embarrassment washes all over me again.

No, I am certainly not mad at Kim Taehyung anymore, but at myself. I could have just waited for him and Jimin to quietly get into their seats as I ask for his number—I shouldn't have waltz up to him like that in front of class.

Now, what would I look like? I would come off as an attention seeking whore. Our theology teacher might have even already deducted some points off my conduct grade.

Come to think of it, this happened when I asked for some credit in Math as well. I pushed his buttons a little too far. Same goes to that English and Science project a few weeks ago.

Maybe I really do need to get my attitude checked. Maybe I am really doing well with academics, but my pushy attitude is what brings me down.

My frown deepens when Kim's voice echoes in my head one more time. Those moments where he'd tell me I'm taking things too far—those moments where he would say I'm overreacting—I should have listened to him.

I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me.

I could have been number one right now then.

I drummed my fingers on my desk as I watched our teacher discuss some stuffs right in front of class. I let out one huge sigh when I noticed that she's just going over everything she told us a few weeks ago.

It was basically a recap of everything we have already done.

"Looks like somebody is running out of ideas," Taehyung chuckles from behind, voice a little too loud.

It took all of my power to not snap right at him. If he had problems with it, then couldn't he keep it to himself and just approach the teacher later? Or maybe he should have just excused himself and skipped the class.

There was no need to go and talk about it as if the person isn't just standing there right in front of you!

"What do you mean by running out of ideas? Was this discussed already?" Jimin asked.

"Duh," Taehyung gave out a snort. "Maybe if you actually attended this class every once in awhile, you'd know what the fuck is going on and we could have already marched our asses out before the clock goes ding dong."

Speaking of the clock—I still haven't gotten his number. He told me to go meet him by the gates if I wanted it—but then, this is Kim Taehyung that we are all talking about.

My number one competitor when it comes to grades and also my number one hater and humiliator, I guess.

There was no way he's really gonna be waiting for my ass to show up. Most likely, it would be the other way around. I would be the one searching and waiting for him instead.

But what if he never shows up? What if this was all just a joke to him and he truly ditches me in the last few minutes? You could never be too sure.