Super Rich Kids | TAEKOOK

Chapter 6

Jeon Jungkook's P.O.V

I could feel the temperature heating up when Taehyung scooted closer than he should have. Our faces were literally just inches apart and one wrong, stupid, foolish move-we might end up kissing again.

I blushed heavily as it replayed in my mind all over again. Why did I let him do it? Why did I ask for more? Was it because of curiosity? or was it because I wondered how his lips would feel on mine?

I punched myself internally. No! I can't be thinking about this! I should remember that Taehyung is more than a person with astonishing looks-he's one of the reasons as to why I'm going through this hellish life ever since I stepped into high school!

But at the same time, I can't help but think about just how gentle his hand felt when they played with my hair.

I won't say it out loud but I am yearning for another little massage too.

Interrupting my thoughts, I felt a tiny stinging pain right on my arm. I turned to look at what caused it and glared heavily the moment I had the whole thing processed.

Taehyung has pinched me-and it was a tiny and painful one too. He looked annoyed.

"Snap out of it, babe." He said, leaning back into his chair. "Don't you have something else to do besides slacking and daydreaming?"

At the mention of the word slack, I could feel my hands ball themselves to fists. What a way to crush my mood, huh?

If there was one thing I hated the most besides Kim Taehyung and having the first spot taken away from me, it would be being called a slacker.

I've been trying so hard to meet everyone's expectations and for him to just imply that I'm lazy?

Please, I have to laugh.

Telling myself that Taehyung obviously had no intensions with those words, I let it slip. He sounded annoyed but I guess it was due to what I told him a couple of minutes ago.

Maybe I shouldn't have tried to play it tough and gave in. Maybe we would have gotten somewhere instead of this tension that's constantly rising.

Why is asking for help such a hard thing to do? I genuinely wanna do it, I really do-

"If you just moved your goddamn pride aside then maybe we wouldn't be stuck in this predicament, babe."

I turned my head to look at him, my eyes widening slightly at what he had just said. I didn't even realise that I was wondering about it out loud and ended up actually saying it.

All the words that I want to let out all clogged right in my throat. I couldn't get anything out. I ended up staring at him, a little panicked with my mouth opened up a little.

"I-I-W-Well-You see...."

My words ended up toppling over each other when I tried to let it out. My cheeks started to burn all over again in embarrassment and humiliation.

Taehyung stared at me with his unreadable eyes. He looks far from amused if the small frown on his lips and his furrowed brows were anything to go by.

"Cat got your tongue? All you gotta do is say it. It's not like it would crush your ego or anything."

My fingers twitched. Can't he see that I can't? No matter how hard I try-if asking for help is already causing me troubles-then what does he expect from me saying an apology?

"Looks like you can't after all, huh. Sucks to be you, babe." He said. "What are you looking at me for? If you're so good at working things out on your own, you better get to it already. Don't worry. I won't butt in. I'm just gonna watch."