Super Rich Kids | TAEKOOK

Chapter 8

Jeon Jungkook's P.O.V

What was that?

What just happened over there?

How did it come to a point like this?

Who would have ever guessed that I would end up going on a tickle fight with someone only for it to escalate later on to something that's a kiss.

In all honesty, I wouldn't even dream about this kind of predicament a few weeks and years back. I would have probably laughed or maybe cursed at anyone who'd build up the guts to tell me this.

But now?

I ended up biting the inside of my cheek as Taehyung helped me up. My eyes desperately looked all over the place just so it could avoid his face. My whole face was beginning to heat up all over again, and I'm a hundred percent sure a blush was already beginning to form.

Countless of thoughts began to pour into my mind ever since I got up. My feelings were beginning to jumble, and it feels as though I was roped back into the aftermath of our little session in my room.

Taehyung hasn't uttered out a single word yet, and I took this chance to quickly steal a glance from him.

His cheeks were tinted with a rosy pink colour and I hate how I find him cute like this—I immediately dug my nails into the palms of my hand to snap myself out of it. This is getting a little too much.

"What is he doing to me?" I mumbled to myself, and immediately earned myself a stare.

My whole body tensed, and panic surged through my whole face.

I wanted to tell him to stop staring at me like that.

I wanted to wipe—no smack—that kind of look right out of his face.

I opened up my mouth to tell him about it, when images of our little tickle fight and kiss suddenly flashed across my mind. I ended up stuttering and spewing out random words.

"I—Y-You?"

I ended up making a fool out of myself, while Taehyung was able to regain a little composure due to my little mess up. He offered me a smile and replied back as if he knew what I was trying to actually say.

It ticks me off that he's able to pull himself up through my misery.

"Yeah, I did." He answered, and I wondered if we were on the same page.

This is probably more embarrassing than the teacher calling us out. This isn't how I expected things between him and I to be. I didn't think I would be the one in the receiving end.

Damn it, Jeon—get ahold of yourself together.

But how am I supposed to get ahold of myself together when the ropes that has been holding me up for so long were beginning to snap little by little?

And it's all their fault!

At the same time the bell rang, but I still couldn't snap myself out of it. My own feelings are starting to confuse me, and there goes my heart thumping rapidly in my chest like crazy.

I couldn't make out anything that leaves Jimin's lips. I couldn't even find the strength to decline when they invited me for lunch so I ended up agreeing.

My mind was screaming to walk away and that this will be bringing me nothing but trouble, but the rest of my body says it differently.

Right now, just by thinking of spending lunch alone, I suddenly craved for Taehyung's presence. Just by thinking of eating my food all alone without another body next to mine had my heart frantically searching for a companion—and it's not just any companion—I wanted Taehyung specifically.